It’s hard work, almost too much. My thighs ache, my head spins, and yet, I can’t look away from what’s mine.
Suddenly, I’m pushed forward, and I feel it—the grip of his hands against my hips, the grunt of his arousal. He uses me, like all the toys he’s put against my cock, and comes across my back with a loud groan. I look over my shoulder, and his head is thrown back, the veins on his neck standing out. He looks almost as if he’s in pain.
And then he leans forward, his mouth brushing against the back of my neck, and the feel of him kissing me has me erupting untouched, my own release spilling across the cabinets and onto the floor.
I stand there, resting my cheek on the cool counter, watching as he stares down at what he did. He looks…lost, and yet not as bothered as I expected him to be.
“Did that feel good?” I finally ask, and his fingers loosen on me.
“Yes.”
“Did you not think it would?”
He pauses and then drags a cum-soaked finger up my spine. I shiver.
“With you Ara-Bane, it seems everything feels just right.”
“So, you have a name?” Anthony asks, and I nod, the previous dread and anxiety that came along with knowing my name almost completely gone now.
Georgiy helped with that.
He still is with the way he’s touching me, clutching the back of my neck. It’s not even tender, but rough. Possessive.
I gave him that ring, and I made him mine, but he did the same. With his body, with the way he commanded me, the way he marked me.
“Do you want to tell them?” Georgiy says. “We can find them another way.”
“I do. I wanna help.”
Georgiy’s fingers tighten against me, and I sigh happily.
“It’s Ara,” I finally say, meeting my boss’s gaze.
He blinks and then cocks his head.
“You’re sure?”
“Of course he fucking is,” Georgiy bites out, but I shake my head, telling him it’s okay.
“I am. It’s Ara. I think it’s somehow connected with Samvel and Emma. Those names triggered it.”
He’s silent for a while and then nods. “I’ll tell Lex and Diablo. See if that helps in narrowing it down. Fuck, this is giving me a migraine.”
“Oh, let me…” I begin, moving toward him, but Georgiy stops me.
“Do not touch him,” he growls.
That makes my heart skip a beat. “You mean it?”
“I do. You touch no one else but me.”
“But hugs?”
“Those don’t count.”
I grin at him and then bite my bottom lip, peering up at my man.
“Take it somewhere else,” Anthony grumbles. “Unlike you, I don’t want to watch.”
