I straddled his hips and pinned him beneath me while I yanked off my clothes, focused on his expressions as he looked up at me with his pretty, painted face and his glassy eyes. Between his low moans as I tore my shirt over my head and the way the collar around his throat looked, I knew I wasn’t going to draw this out.
As much as it would have felt amazing to tease more confessions out of him, I’d never been a man with much patience. I fell on him like we were caught in the rain, like themost primal parts of me were already awake and we were nothing but animals. He was lucky I had any mind at all, because I reached to where I’d discarded my pants and grabbed a bottle out of one of my pockets.
I was always prepared—I’d found a supply of oil a few months back and we’d taken every single bit of it after we’d killed the camp we’d come across. I didn’t want to know what it was made from, but it made fucking better than doing it with spit and whatever else I could find in the heat of the moment.
He watched me drizzle it on my fingers with wide eyes, and spread his legs like an absolute whore when I dropped my hand between them.
I wasn’t gentle when I pressed against his hole.
“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, but his hips rocked down to meet me, forcing me deeper when most people would have tried to pull away, would have begged me to take it slow. Instead I pulled back, and he groaned, rocking into me again. “Harder.”
Harder. Did he realize I was barely holding back as it was—that a real part of me wanted to flip him and fuck him even though I could feel his ass squeezing my finger, all tight and hot?
How long had it been since he’d been touched like this?
I came back with another finger, drizzling more of the oil onto my hand as I did. He hissed, working his body against me as I thrust into him in hard, shallow motions until his back bowed off the bed.
“Ah… found it.” I crooked my fingers against the little bundle of nerves and watched him writhe again, watched the desperation on his face melt away to soft, aching pleasure.
And like he realized it was happening too, Aubrey leaned up, threading his fingers through my hair and tugging on the dark strands to pull me down on top of him.
“That’s enough. I don’t need to be fucking pampered, I just need—mmmf.” I twisted my fingers inside him, pressing on that sensitive spot again. My hips jerked, grinding our cocks together in a burst of friction that licked fire along my spine and made him cry out.
“What do you need?” I grinned, and he looked up at me like I was the devil. Like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask anymore, but we both knew I was the only one who could give it to him. I didn’t relent, though—I kept working my fingers in and out of him, rocking my hips to give him just enough of what he craved that his breath was coming out in little staccato bursts of aching need. The sound played music against my skin that I’d never heard before, a melody that made my heart dance in dark desire.
“Just fuck me, Phoenix. I need you to fuck me. Now. As hard as you want—as hard as you can.” He finally managed to pant out. His eyes were so fucking hot, demanding in his desperation, and I wondered if he didn’t want me to take my time because he needed it to hurt just a little. He seemed balanced on a knife’s edge, eager to explode at the slightest touch, but ready to shatter apart if he admitted that he was enjoying what was happening.
Fuck, I really was perfect for him. I didn’t care about romance, and if he didn’t need me to finger him, I wasn’t goingto bother.
I pulled back, drizzling more oil over myself before leaning in. He was so warm and slick when I rocked my hips forward, nestling the head of my cock against his ass.
“As hard as I want, hm?” It came out on a rumble, a low growl that should have sent him running. This was the only warning he was going to get—the only chance to rethink his demands.
He looked at me and his eyes flickered for just a moment, like he wanted to tear his gaze away, like what he saw when I looked down at him threatened to drown him after all. Finally, he took a shuddery breath and nodded. “I can take whatever you can dish out.” The challenge in his voice was clear.
“We’ll see about that.” I snapped my hips and thrust into the resistance of his ass. Aubrey screamed and clawed at me, but the sound turned into a moan when I pulled out and thrust into him again. He caught the rhythm of my fucking without hesitation and let his head fall against the pillow. Finally, he closed those pain-filled eyes and bliss crossed his features as he gave himself over to my brutality.
I surged forward in an attempt to give him exactly what he’d asked for. I wanted to fuck him so hard he forgot his own name.
My hips pistoned into him in merciless, rough thrusts that knocked the breath from his chest and left his nails biting into my skin again while he clung to me. The low sound that tore from him when I pulled out and flipped him over was nearly as satisfying as the way it cut off when I wrapped my fingers through the collar on his neck and used it like a handle forleverage.
Aubrey’s hands fisted the sheets. Even though he could barely catch his breath, he thrust back against me, arching his back and riding me like it was the only thing he could do, the only thing he’d been made for.
Like my cock stretching him wide was the only thing keeping him alive.
My eyes were greedy as I drank down the sight of him—the swell of his shoulders, the scars littering along his ribcage, the long, raised line that trailed from the top of his back to the curve of his ass.
He looked like the world had already tried to fuck him enough. Maybe that was why he needed to feel it again.
I’d give it to him harder than anything he’d ever had.
I pulled on the metal at his throat until he arched up, forcing him into the perfect position for me to watch myself. My hand came down hard, slapping his ass once, twice, three times to leave red welts, before I gripped the muscle in my fingers and pulled. It let me see his hole stretched around my cock, and I watched as the blood from my earlier injuries dripped down my chest and mixed with the oil as I pulled back. I drove forward, fucking that streak of crimson into him and feeling the way it made my body burn.
“You’ll never get rid of me now, Aubrey,” I growled. “I’m inside you.” I jerked on the collar harder, forced him up so his back pressed against my chest and I could use my free hand to streak through the blood spilling from my wound before wrapping it around his cock. “You’re infected.”
“Oh,fuck.” His head fell back almost helplessly. I wasn’t sure if he was giving me his neck on purpose or if submission just came to him naturally, but my teeth found his shoulderand I bit down again. By the time I was finished, no one would be able to say he wasn’t claimed.
By the time I was done, I’d mark every part of Aubrey’s body—inside and out—until the wordminewas branded on his bones.
