“Another sound I like,” he taunted, and the sharp pops of my zipper unfastening ricocheted off the kitchen walls. My pulse spiked.
“I wonder what kind of sound you’ll make when I touch youhere.” One hand worked my pants off as his other brushed alongmy slit in a feather-light stroke that made my hips jerk forward, craving more, needing everything.
“Quit wasting my time and—” The words broke off as he discarded my pants, lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, and dove into my pussy like a starved man.
His tongue licked and sucked greedily, and the messy sounds made my entire body tighten, the pleasure almost too much.
“Oh—oh, shit,” I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair, tugging hard to keep myself from going over the edge. He moaned against me, and the vibrations shot up into my core, making me clench around his tongue. I needed more, all of him, right now.
As if he’d read my thoughts, his hands gripped my ass, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to make me cry out. He chuckled darkly, lifting my other leg over his shoulder until I was trembling in his hold. “You better hold on tight, Nov,” he cooed. “I’m not going to fuck you in the kitchen.”
That was all the warning I got before he hoisted me up like I weighed nothing, his mouth still buried in me, and shivers of fear skittered along my skin.
“Oh, shit!” My legs clamped around his neck, and I gripped down on his hair for dear life. His tongue flicked at my clit, my whole body seizing with the jolt. How the hell was he going to get me upstairs? At this point, my thighs were around his head, and my pussy was covering his view.
Not giving me time to think, his tongue moved faster, flicking back and forth, making my eyes roll back as my claws slid free. Leaning over his head, I lightly raked them down his back while he carried me out of the kitchen, his stride steady despite my nails scoring his skin.
He paused at the wall by the stairs and lifted his head with a smug grin. When he spoke, his words were breathless but still teasing. “I know this house like the back of my hand,” he said, “but Iwillstumble if you keep distracting me.”
My world narrowed to him, the way his desire-consumed eyes caught mine, the scent of us hanging heavy in the air, the soft burn of alcohol blurring the edges of my vision. It was like stepping out of time. How could this all feel this good when he’d broken my heart so completely? But right now, none of that mattered. This moment was ours, for better or worse.
“Then I guess you’d better concentrate,” I whispered.
His tongue dragged against his glistening lips, and I bit my lip in response. His fingers on my ass creeped closer and closer until he slipped two fingers inside of me at a slow, tantalizing pace that was driving me insane.
My eyes slammed shut, fingers twisting in his hair because they needed something to hold onto in order to keep me grounded.
?*“Look at me, Nova.” The command in his voice had the boss in me wanting to bark at him, but the mate who loved him wanted to follow the command, and tonight, the mate won.
My gaze locked onto his, those Caribbean green eyes swirling with unbridled passion. He cooed as he stepped up the stairs, “Even if you never say the words, I can see them in those gorgeous rose gold eyes. I can see your need, your desire for me. I can hear them begging me for more.” The fingers in my pussy pumped in and out, working me up notch by notch as the wet noises grew louder. The moans that tumbled out of my mouth were raw and husky.
His eyes watched everything, memorizing every twitch, every reaction to him and his words. Even when he reached the top of the stairs, he didn't look away, just turned left and went down the hallway, telling me to duck my head when we made it all the way there. The booze went straight to my head, and I got dizzy, my fingers gripping him harder, trying to steady myself.
In my confusion, I went to climb down, to see where we were going, but Zeth’s grip on me became tighter, and he bit the inside of my thigh.
“Zeth!” I cried out, glaring down at him, but he gave me a toothy smile in response.
“Close your eyes, Nov. Trust me to make you feel good. To take care of you.” His words came out like a plea, begging me to give him everything in this moment.
A piece of me hesitated, reminding me that I was a Syndicate boss. I needed to be strong and in control. All those thoughts I lived with day in and day out circled in my head, but when I looked down at him, I realized Iwantedto let go. I wanted to trust someone with a side of me that wasn't strong. The piece of me that wasn't all fists and fury but was softer, lighter… feminine. The piece that was always meant for my mate.
The heat from my wrist crawled further up my arm, filling my body with a warm, safe glow, and I made my decision. Closing my eyes, I whispered, “I trust you.”
Like it was timed, his fingers in my pussy pumped harder, faster, and my breath hitched. His lips closed around my clit, and my mouth dropped open soundlessly as he flicked his tongue in time with his fingers.
My hips were unable to keep still, thrusting against his face, making sure he was surrounded by me and my scent. Nothing had permission to take up any space in his mind—except me.
Just when we worked up a tantalizing rhythm that pushed me higher and higher, heat coiling low in my belly, his teeth ran along my clit before he sucked on it like he was taking my soul with his mouth.
The orgasm that had been building exploded from within me. My pussy clenched down hard on his fingers, and I threw my body backward as I screamed his name.
For a second, it felt like I was floating in the air, encased in the pleasure of fully letting go, letting the euphoria take over my body to do with it what it willed. That was until my back landed on something fluffy, and my eyes snapped open.
Zeth’s eyes searched mine, his cum-soaked hands lowering my legs from his shoulders to sit around his hips. “Gods, you’re beautiful. I can’t wait anymore,” was all he said as his hands fumbled with his pants. His cock sprung out, slapping against my thigh before he grabbed it and shoved it into my wet and waiting pussy.
At this angle, head and back on the bed, ass in the air, legs wrapped around his hips, he sheathed himself deep inside of me. My thighs trembled as he fucked me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Fuck. Fuck, Nova.” His grip on my hips became bruising as he rutted into me like a mad man. All that commanding patience was stripped away from him, leaving only the starved man who needed to take and take from me.
