My brain seems to have stopped functioning, instead choosing to focus on the way his shirt is open, showing me a smooth, tanned expanse of neck. I swallow, hard.
“Make it up to me?”
Pretty sure those words made no sense whatsoever. I jump when Tristan’s hands come up, landing on either side of my head as he leans in even further. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about all of the ways we can make things up to you.”
“What ways?” I ask, too busy staring at his mouth to notice his hands creeping down, until my hands are secured. Tristan lifts my arms slowly until I’m held in place, one hand gripping my wrists and making my body push out, brushing against him.
My lips open, but he bypasses them completely, pressing his lips to my cheek and following a loose trail down to my neck. An embarrassingly squeaky noise slips out of my mouth when he nibbles my skin, soothing the scratch of his bite with a lazy, open-mouthed kiss. “Tristan!”
I am angry at him. Furious.
But this is… this is fun.
He groans into my neck. “You taste like heaven, Bonded. Do you taste the same everywhere else?”
Oooh. I press my legs together, but it’s not enough to stop him picking up the flare of my scent. He pulls back, meeting my eyes and licking his lips.
Sweet baby mother of God.
I’m almost panting, my breaths dropping into the silence as Tristan keeps me there, my body pushed out for him like an offering.
His other hand lifts, cupping my throat in a gently possessive hold.
“So many ideas,” he muses. “And all of them work out very, very well for you, Bonded.”
Sneaky, domineering alpha. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
My eyelashes flutter as I spread my legs a little wider andpushinto him. We both groan as I feel the undeniable thickness of his cock, pressing into the thin cotton of my underwear.
His fingers tighten at my neck. “Sienna.”
Shamelessly, I rub against him, watching the black of his pupils swallow up the unusual coloring of his eyes. “What would you do to me,Bonded?” I whisper. His eyes snap to mine.
“Say it again,” he demands.
I lean forward. “Make me.”
My challenge backfires spectacularly.
With a snarl, he pulls my face into him, our mouths meeting in a heated tangle of frustration and need. His hands slip down to my thighs and he hoists me up, the shirt I’m wearing as a dress riding up and giving him full access to sink his fingers into my bare thighs.
My head bangs against the wall as he thrusts against me, his thick cock hitting just enough to make my eyes cross. “Tristan!”
“Say it,” he growls. He does something with his hips, swiveling them and making me cry out as he captures my mouth again in a quick, brutal kiss. “Say it, Bonded.”
When I shake my head, he pushes into me again, grinding himself against me until we’re both soaked in my fluids. I gasp into his mouth as he surges forward, again and again, my hands yanking his shirt up and clawing at his back.
“Damn you,” I snap when he pulls back. “Damn you, Tristan.”
He thrusts again, turning my anger into a whimper. “A lifetime, Bonded,” he swears. “A lifetime to make it up to you.”
My pussy clenches around nothing as I press my face into his neck, biting down hard and making him swear. “Say it,” he threatens, “or I stop.”
“You do that,” I snarl into his skin, “and you willnevercome into my nest, Tristan.”
He spreads his legs against the wall, giving me a perch to rest on as one arm slips behind my back, holding me upright. His other skitters along the soft skin of my thigh, moving upwards as he watches me.
“What if I play with this pretty pussy?” he presses. His finger traces over the soaked cotton, and I press my lips together. “Pinch that little button until you come around my hand, Bonded?”
