That’s a bad sign.
“Declan, you’re killing me,” she whispers, slamming her hips back.
“What do you mean?” I chuckle, doing my best to keep my voice low as I pull out of her completely. “I’m giving you what you asked for.”
“Yes, well, now I’m asking for all of you,” she says, sounding almost prim. Her hand slides down her pelvis, and she teases her clit.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I smirk, leaning over her back to study her face. Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and her eyes are hooded.
I keep my strokes measured, but I do give her more than just the tip. The first few inches of her pussy ripples like she’s searching for a knot.
Shit.
My balls are tight.
I’m itching to really pound into her, but I’m supposed to be keeping us quiet for some reason. My face falls to the crook of her neck, and I lick and suck up to her ear before heading back down again.
I can’t feel her fingers move, but her forearm flexes, and I’m guessing she picks up the pace on her swollen nub. I nip at her ear and give her more of my cock on every rhythmic thrust.
She slams her ass back as I work into her, showing how desperate she is for more.
I finally pick up my strokes, trying to focus on anything but my building pleasure. There’s no way I can come before she does. I’m teetering dangerously close to the edge, though.
“Bite me, Dec,” Cove chokes out. Her shoulders tremble, and her pussy spasms.
Ahh, shit.
Her orgasm washes through her system, and she strangles my dick. My warm breath fans over her throat as I buck deeper, trying to extend her pleasure. The increase in speed sends me over the edge.
My shaft swells, and Cove whimpers, obviously trying to muffle the sounds she makes as she comes. I buck into her a few more times, and euphoria washes through my system.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I go from sucking on her throat to burying my teeth in her neck under her ear. My length jolts inside her, and she grinds back to meet me, working out every drop of my cum.
The bond snaps into place while I’m still trembling from my orgasm, and the first thing I sense is Cove’s contentment. It takes my damn breath away to be able to feel her emotions so clearly. Next come Ravvi and Damian, although they’re weaker. It’s more of an understanding that they’re there, but I think they might be asleep. I wouldn’t be shocked, considering how late it is.
I’m still frozen in place, experiencing the whole new world that opened up to me when it finally dawns on me that my teeth are still buried in Cove’s throat.
I retract my canines, licking over the bite to seal it.
My emotions are all over the place, but more than anything, I’m happy.
I get to spend the rest of my life getting to know Cove, learning everything she likes and doesn’t.
We get to grow old together.
Chapter Thirty
Damian
The suite is ridiculous.
I mean, it’s gorgeous.
Completely extravagant in an almost overwhelming way, but it’s beautiful.
Cove will probably hate it, or maybe she’ll love it. It’s hard to tell.
The living room has an open-concept plan that leads into the small kitchen. There isn’t much besides a small fridge, microwave, and kettle, but this place has room service.
