“Let me give you what you need,” he said. “You don’t have to be pissed off about it. Just tell me how you want it.”
She blinked down at him. He was holding her up high, the way she liked.
“I thought you said you knew,” she said breathily. “Admitting defeat so soon?”
He laughed, unable to stop it. “Right, I’m sorry. Marathon fucking with no foreplay, coming up.”
He fell back onto the couch, dragging her with him. She landed in his lap with a yelp, which quickly turned into a moan as she ground down against his hardening cock.
“Like hell,” she said. She tipped her head back, eyelids fluttering. “You have a condom, right?”
He nodded. “Still not a date,” he added quickly when she glared at him. “I just like being prepared.”
She smirked. For a second, he thought he caught a glimpse of something sad in it. Then she kicked her shoes off and leaned down, sucking his tongue into her mouth.
The rumble in his chest grew louder. He crushed her close, inhaling the heady scent tumbling off her in waves. He’d always liked making a girl feel good, but he hadn’t had this narrow-minded drive in awhile. He wanted to drive her crazy. Show her what she’d been missing, sure, but also give her what she needed. No wonder she was strung so tight, if she hadn’t been getting good orgasms on the regular.
He peeled off her shirt, groaning as her breasts spilled out in front of him.
“Shit,” he said. “I missed these.”
He leaned in, teasing her nipples with his fangs. She startled, her grip tightening in his mane.
He grinned into her skin. “Have you fucked a chimera since me?”
“Not a lot of chimeras to fuck around here,” she reminded him, grinding down into his lap. “Who am I going to roll around with, themayor? No,thankyou.”
“Oh, yeah, I heard Christopher got that role. He dropped by for a photo op yesterday. Good guy.” Arthur undid her jeans and thrust a hand into her panties, luxuriating in her gasp as he circled her stiff clit. “Think he’d make you feel like this?”
She bit her lip, hips working. “He’s hot,” she managed with a stuttering laugh. “M-maybe I should’ve tried.”
Arthur ignored the wave of jealousy that surged through him as he imagined it. It was ridiculous—Christopher was too mild mannered, too put together, tooboring—but it still made him clutch her tighter, dragging her jeans off so roughly he almost ripped the fabric.
She let out another startled laugh, cupping him over his slacks. “What aboutyou, big boy? Kinda getting the vibeyouhaven’t been getting whatyouneed. Thought everybody was falling all over you in LA.”
“They are,” he said. “I’m just…”
He kissed her again, stopping whatever pathetic thing was about to stumble out of his mouth. What waswithhim tonight? Obviously, Emma was still knocking him off his game, but he didn’t expect her to do it sothoroughly. Especially when she wasn’t even trying, too distracted by lust to focus on tearing him down.
He thumbed rough circles on her clit, the way she liked. She whimpered, the noise setting a fire in his belly. All his senses were narrowing down into her, the sweat growing on her skin, the needy hitch of her hips, how she was getting less and less able to hide how much she needed it.
“God, you’re gonna come already,” he realized.
She pried her eyes open long enough to glare. But even that was shot through with desperation, her teeth digging into her lip so hard the skin turned white.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I want you to. I’ll make you come however many times you want—you know I can. I’ve got you. Just let go.”
It was like relearning an old dance: teeth scraping lightly over her neck, one hand touching her clit, his other hand working her nipple. Grinding against her thigh, letting her get excited about what was to come. How many times had they done this, trying to keep quiet in his upstairs bedroom or her car parked in the beach lot after dark?
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Oh, fuck.Arthur.”
His cock jerked helplessly in his briefs as she came, her whole body going rigid with it. Her hips spasmed, her mouth open on a silent moan as he worked her through it.
Arthur couldn’t look away. She was so beautiful, naked and writhing on top of him. The look on her face was just as exciting as the first time he’d seen it, clumsy and triumphant in the back seat of her car.
She relaxed against him but only for a second. Then she was pulling at his shirt, her fingers trembling on the buttons.
“Stupid collar,” she panted.
