My fingers slide down until they rest on the inside of her wrist. Her pulse is hammering too. I could ruin her right here—pin her to that pillar, fingers buried in her soaked cunt until she shatters and screams my name for the whole goddamn Syndicate to hear. I trace my way back up her arm, savoring the shiver that riots through her. Then, I graze the skin just beneath her ear, my breath hot against it, and watch her lips part on a whimper, eyes fluttering closed.
“High off a single touch. Pathetic little virgin tease, and so fucking gorgeous when you’re this desperate for it.”
Her eyes snap open. “It’s fake… Talon…” She breathes.
My fingers find the strand of pearls wrapped tight around her neck, like a collar waiting for its claim. I slip two under the necklace now, tugging hard enough to bite into her pale skin, pulling her flush against me by that pretty little leash. The pearls dig in like teeth, and fuck me, she looks good marked—red welts blooming where I own her. Her breath stutters, tits heaving against my chest, nipples hard enough to cut glass through that flimsy red silk.
She trembles, thighs clenching like she’s fighting not to rub against me, but she doesn’t shove me off. Doesn’t run. Pride may hate my Omega Chi ass, but her body? Her body’s a traitor, dripping and aching, begging for the monster she just leashed.
I let my hand climb higher, cupping her cheek roughly, thumb smearing across her bottom lip like I'm prepping it for my cock. “Your reaction doesn’t feel fake, Princess. Feel that?” I grind my hips forward once, letting her sense how hard she’s got me—thick and throbbing against her belly. “That’s what your innocent little grind does to me. Ready to seal your fate? Or should I make you beg for this leash around your throat while I finger-fuck that tight pussy until you’re sobbing my name?”
Her lips part and that’s it—my control snaps like a thread. I kiss her, and she gasps, and I swallow it whole. My mouth moves over hers with purpose. She doesn’t kiss back at first, either frombeing too stunned or just inexperienced. But when she finally presses her lips into mine, it’s tentative and sweet. Holy hell.
A groan rips from my chest, and I dive deeper, threading a hand into her soft hair to yank her head back just enough to expose that throat for my teeth. The other hand clamps at her waist, fingers digging into the curve of her hip, pulling her flush so she can feel every inch of how bad I want to wreck her. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I devour it, sliding my tongue against hers in a filthy invasion.
She’s really kissing me back.
It’s messy and shy and so goddamn intoxicating I could come just from the way her nails bite into my suit jacket.
That uncertainty in every hesitant swipe?
It only makes me hungrier. Makes me want to strip her bare and teach her how to ride my cock until she’s ruined for anyone else. I crush her to me, grinding my rock hard dick against her belly, letting her feel the threat of it—thick, leaking, ready to split that innocent pussy wide open. I don’t give a fuck that we’re on a balcony, feet from those suit-wearing pricks inside.
Let them hear her moan.
Let them know Omega Chi just marked the Syndicate princess.
I angle her deeper into the kiss, devouring her whimpers as she rises on her toes to chase it, heat blooming between us like a fucking wildfire. My thigh shoves between hers, pinning her hard against the cold marble pillar.
She gasps at the pressure right against her core, and I swallow it whole, licking it off her swollen lips before shoving my tongue back in to claim more. “That’s it, Princess,” I rasp against her mouth. “Grind that needy cunt on my thigh like the slut you’re dying to be for me.”
The high slit in her gown parts like an invitation over my leg, and Jesus fucking Christ, I can feel her warm, soaked pussy through the thin fabric. So wet it’s seeping through, marking me like she’s already mine. Her hips twitch forward on instinct,desperate for it, and I grind my thigh harder, rubbing that swollen clit until her whole body jolts. The noise she makes is pure fucking sin—the kind that echoes in my balls.
She tilts her head back on a broken gasp, baring that elegant throat and I dive in like a starving wolf, dragging my teeth along the delicate skin, wanting to mark her as Omega Chi property. She’s sweating lightly now, a sheen of it glistening under the balcony lights, and it’s ambrosia on my tongue
“Talon,” she moans.
I growl low against her pulse point, nipping the skin before crashing my mouth back to hers, tongues tangling in a war of wet heat while her fingers claw into my shoulders like she needs me to hold her together. Her lips are swollen, lipstick smeared across my chin like war paint, but she kisses me back like I’m the only air she needs.
Her hips roll into my thigh again, harder now, chasing that friction with shameless little grinds, her soaked heat pulsing against me through the silk. I can feel her clit throbbing, begging, and it nearly makes me lose my fucking mind—nearly has me ripping that slit wider and shoving two fingers deep to stretch her out.
“God, Mara,” I groan into her mouth.
Her eyes meet mine, dark and glazed with want, and I know. I know this girl is going to wreck me.
And I’m going to let her.
With one last shred of sanity, I force the words out, “Tell me to stop, Princess. Say it, or I’ll edge this greedy little cunt until you’re sobbing, begging me to let you come all over my thigh like the dirty Omega Chi whore you’re turning into.”
Instead of being the sensible one, she snakes her hand to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair and yanking hard, pulling me down into her kiss with a hunger that matches mine. She’s mine now, leash or no leash. Fake deal or not.
She can play her games, live in that pretty delusion until I’veruined her—fucked every innocent inch until she’s branded inside and out.
I crush her harder against the stone pillar, kissing her. My hands roam, greedy and claiming, one sliding down to grip her ass and force another grind, the other fisting her hair to tilt her just right. Her arms wrap tightly around my shoulders, body arching into me like she can’t get close enough.
Her innocence hits like a drug against my tongue. God help me, it’s addictive as hell. I’d lose myself in her for hours, tongue-fucking her until she squirts, cock buried to the hilt while I whisper how I’ll share her with my brothers if she keeps grinding on me like that?—
“Mara?”
