“My turn,” he growls and grabs my hips, urging me into a faster pace.
He makes eye contact with me and doesn’t look away.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he pushes up into me, stretching me wide.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs.
The possessiveness in his voice has me melting inside. He leans forward and bites my breast as he shoves up into me, knotting me. My scent explodes into the room; my body becomes a circuit of pleasure I can’t escape from. My mind turns white, and all I can see are his eyes. Dark, pleasure-filled eyes as he growls, then pulls me down to his neck. I bite instinctively.
He grunts.
The sturdy coast opens up in me. Solid and changeable but always there. The bond is cool and heavy, sitting in my chest with Elijah’s. He’s so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever really understood someone else’s happiness before, but I revel in it. Kissing him over and over.
“You’re mine,” I say back to him.
“I’ve always been yours,” he says and kisses me lightly.
I rest my forehead on his. We stay like that until his knot goes down, and I am able to pull myself free. If it were just him and I, I’d have stayed there.
I turn, searching the room and find him leaning against the kitchen bench. We never even turned the lights on. But in the dark, he looks like a hunting shark.
“Devon.”
“Rebel.”
I lift my head and pace towards him, refusing to cover up.
His eyes slide down my body appreciatively and back up. “You are glorious.”
“I’m waiting for you.”
He smiles and lifts a cup of water and drinks it.
I snarl and circle around the table until I’m standing before him. “Your bond, Alpha?”
He lunges suddenly, capturing me and dragging me up against his body. “You’re getting it.”
I melt in his arms as he picks me up and puts me on the table, dragging me to the edge where he shoves into me. Everything with Devon is unpredictable. His passion can be playful or aggressive but always intense.
I whine at the fullness, but the ache and stretch feel so good.
“Don’t be good to me, Alpha. Just claim me.”
Devon hisses. “I love that you think you’re in charge.”
“I know I am.”
He pulls out and slams into me. I think I would go sliding across the table if he didn’t have me pinned there. I pant and groan, tossing my head, my eyes wide as his cock hits spots inside me that light up.
“More.”
“What did I just tell you?” Devon growls with a taunting smile. He grabs my thighs, lifting them up and leaning into them. I feel more open and exposed than I ever have, but he doesn’t leave me hanging; he slams into me, drags that massive cock out, and slams into me again.
Over and over.
I lose track of everything. There is just him and the pleasure that he is delivering. I don’t know how many times I come, but I’m sobbing for breath, and he’s got a sheen of sweat over his body.
I arch up, but I can’t move.
