“We can fix that.” My fingers twist in her hair and she leans into me, eyes heavy with desire.
Need coils in my stomach and my cock presses hard against my pants.
I kiss her to ease that ache, but it reaches deep into me and yanks at an instinct I didn’t think I had.
I want her to be ours.
Not mine.
Ours.
Something else has to happen before my mutation will show me if that’s possible.
So, for right now, I plan to ease this pain she’s in, even if it means my suffering.
Cupping her mound, I stroke the wet seam of her body and slide along her so easily.
Drawing back, it’s my turn to shiver. “Saints.”
“Right?” She angles her hips, and when my fingers slide into her, it’s pure heaven.
“I also took some Vitamin S pills, but there’s no waythisis the result of just two of those.” She pants and bites her lips as I stroke into her, fucking her with my finger in long, slow movements.
It’s not enough. I can see it in the furrow of her brow and the tremble of her lips. She needs more, and I will give it to her.
But when I pull my hand back so that I can add a second finger to my rhythm, she gasps, and we both look down. A dark cord wraps around my finger, caught and tangled… a metal t-shaped device dangling from the other end.
I didn’t see that coming.
Is it a tracker put in her by her kidnappers? A dispenser for whatever they drugged her with?
Chrys doesn’t seem concerned by its existence.
She knew it was there. “What is it?”
“Birth control,” she says airily, head tipping to the side, eyes narrowed. “That should have hurt.”
She takes the t-shaped thing from me. “It wouldn’t have worked here anyway.”
Tossing it toward her bag on the floor, she drags me back down for another kiss.
And I follow her lead, pushingtwofingers back into her now.
It’s not enough. She moans and squirms and pants, andIknow that she needs something else.
“Ride me.”
“What?” Her breathy question comes as she looks up at me with eyes wide and fingers dug into my arm.
“You’re going to come over here and you’re going to ride my fingers the way you want to ride my cock.”
I spread my fingers inside of her, stretching her, and her eyes cross.
She whimpers when I take them away, frowning and making me wish I could leave them in. But I can’t. Not if I want to make sure she gets what she needs.
Sitting back in my seat, I take a deep breath and look her over. “Take off your right boot, and slide that pant leg down.”
Leaning down, she unzips said boot and shoves her sock off with the bunched blue legging.
