Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging.
“Too much?” I muttered, pulling back—only to be faced with her eyes, wide, and her cheeks, flushed. As if disbelieving, Bryce shook her head.
“More,” she whispered. “Give me everything, Mason. I’m tired of fighting this, of my fear.”
“You don’t have to be scared with me. Let me take care of you.”
I thumbed down her tailbone, fingers brushing just inside the waistband of her pants. Her panties, silk, beneath my touch, were a flimsy barrier that I’d soon rid her of.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I muttered, kissing past her mouth, the soft fullness of her jaw, and her neck. Bryce moaned, angling her head back against the cave wall to allow me access. I bite down on her neck, meeting the slope into her clavicle. I snarled, tugging the edge of her sweatshirt aside, wanting italloff. I wanted her on her back, bared utterly to me. I needed to worship her in every way I hadn’t been able to since that day.
Hesitantly, she tucked her legs around me, and the feel of her thighs clenching around my body was heavenly. I groaned as I caught her mouth again, kissing her with tongue and teeth. A gasp slid onto my tongue from her mouth as I slid my hand down her ass, grasping her thighs. Bryce let out a quiet, subdued moan, but I wanted her screaming. I wanted my name to be the only damn thing left in her head.
My fingers danced up the inside of her legs, and I felt how she quivered. Like this, her face highlighted by slivers of moonlight, her eyes hooded, and her mouth parted as I pulledaway from another kiss, she undid me. But I couldn’t deny how she undid me every moment—from that first glimpse of her bedhead to the heaviness of her eyes when she wasn’t yet asleep but ought to be.
“I need you,” I groaned, already growing hard, grinding myself slowly between her legs. The friction wasn’t enough. I needed to rip off every barrier between us.
“Take me,” Bryce whispered, her fingers pulling at my hair again. I moaned quietly as I buried my face in her chest, as one of my hands kept her held up, and the other slipped into her panties. Bryce gasped as I brushed a finger along her entrance.
“You’re already so wet.” My voice sounded wrecked. There was a demand in me.Do you see what you do to me? Do youfeelwhat you do to me? “If this is how you hate me, then, God, Bryce, hate me forever.”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer, not as I slid one finger into her, my body already knowing hers. I’d navigated her once before, and now, there was more to discover, but I knew my way around Bryce. Even after only one time before, I knew that she liked the crook of two fingers rather than being spread wide.
I knew how her nipples peaked, and how sensitive they were, and how it was worth it to hold off getting my mouth on them, for the sensitivity only aided her orgasm later. But I didn’t want to be done with her, not for a long, long time.
“I’ll take you, over and over, until the damn sun rises,” I growled. “Your body—Bryce, I’ll worship you.” I cursed under my breath, rocking myself harder as I sought her pleasure, felt how tight she was around my fingers. I rutted against her thigh, needing to relieve myself of some of the built-up tension. Bryce gasped, her own hips grinding down into my hand.
She arched her back, and soon, I was letting her set the pace, fucking herself down onto my
fingers as I slid another alongside the first. I curled them into her, and she cried out, her grip on my hair almost painful, but I relished the sharp sting and how it went straight to my cock. I was hard in my sweats, and I messily claimed her mouth as I added a third finger, hearing her whimpers.
How long had it been since she’d been fucked properly?
The thought of another man touching her, even laying eyes on her, had me fighting the need to make sure everybody knew she wasmine. She always had been, even when she walked away from me. I growled into her mouth, licking my way into her, letting the alpha in me rise to claim the woman I should have always had at my side.
Soon, Bryce’s pussy was clenching around my fingers, and I didn’t stop thrusting them into her, over and over, not as I realized she was coming, a hand clamped over her mouth. A gush of wet slid down my fingers, rushing into my palm, and I pulled back from her mouth, blinking.
Bryce slowly lowered her hand, her eyes wide. Her body trembled.
“I—I didn’t mean to… Oh, God.” Her words were a whimper, and I realized her face flushed with a combination of embarrassment and desire.
“You didn’t mean to come so quickly?” I tried to smirk, but I was slowly unraveling as well, my cock aching between my legs. “I’m happy you did.” I pulled my hand from her panties, her orgasm glistening on my fingers. Without looking away from her, I licked them clean, and Bryce moaned softly. Her legs lowered, slowly untangling herself from my waist.
“You think I’m done with you?” I dropped my face into her neck, kissing up her throat, to her mouth. I captured her lips with my own, my tongue sliding against her own. When I pulled back, she still trembled. “Not yet, Bryce. When I next make you come, I don’t want those noises muffled. I want you screaming for me.”
“Mason—”
Her eyelashes fluttered as she inhaled deeply.
“Let me see you,” I said, my voice softening, as I stepped back. “I want to see you.”
Chapter 13 - Bryce
My mind was spinning, and my pulse thundered through my body.
I had just let the man who had rejected me bring me to orgasm, watched as he had licked that very reaction from his own fingers, and I was dizzy with the sight of it all. The impossibility that he even wanted me after everything.
But the evidence was there; he strained against his pants, and I remembered how he had felt in me. My body remembered every inch of him, how he had once groaned his own pleasure onto my skin, how he had told me I drove him insane.
