His eyes went dark, and he grabbed me.
One hand fisted in the front of my robe, the other clamped around the back of my neck, and he hauled me flush to him with a force that stole my breath. Our mouths crushed into each other’s—not asking, not gentle, not anything close to the tender kisses we’d shared before.
This was claiming. Conquering. His teeth caught my bottom lip and bit down hard enough to sting, and when I gasped, his tongue swept in to take what it wanted.
I grabbed his shoulders for balance. My knees had gone weak, my whole body trembling with the shock of being handled like this—manhandled, controlled, overwhelmed.
He walked me backward without breaking the kiss, driving me across the room until I hit the wall. The impact jarred my healing shoulder, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care about anything except his mouth on mine, his body pinning me in place, his hand pressing on my neck until I could feel my pulse thrumming beneath his palm.
“Oliver—” I managed when he finally let me breathe.
“Shut up.” He bit my jaw, my throat, the tendon straining in my neck. “You don’t get to talk. You don’t get to strategize. You don’t get to manage this.” His handyanked at my robe, pulling the tie loose. “You want this. And you’re going to take it.”
The robe fell open.
Oliver pulled back just far enough to look at my naked body. His gaze felt like a physical touch—my chest, my stomach, my cock already hard and straining toward him.
“Ophelia.” His voice was rough.Commanding.“Come here.”
She crossed to us with wide eyes. Not frightened. Aroused. It was apparent in the flush climbing her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
“He needs us,” Oliver said to her. “Both of us. Do you understand what he’s asking?”
“Yes.” I saw the moment she knew the depth of what this meant. “I understand.”
“Good.” Oliver released me and stepped away. The loss of his body heat was almost painful. “On the bed. Now. Face up.”
I obeyed before my mind could catch up. I crossed the room, dropped the robe, and lay on the bed.
“You prepared me in this room,” Oliver said as he positioned himself over me and bracketed my body with his arms. “Remember?”
“Yes.”
“You took your time. Made sure I was ready. Made sure I could take everything you wanted to give me.” He lowered his head and dragged his tongue up the column of my throat. “Now, I’m going to return the favor.”
His kiss was brutal and consuming as his naked body pressed into mine, his cock hard at my hip, and I arched into him.
“Eager,” he murmured. “Good.”
Ophelia joined us on the bed, and her hand slid down my chest, my stomach, and wrapped around my cock.
I jerked into her grip with a groan.
“Sensitive,” she observed.
“He’s been waiting for this.” Oliver bit down on my collarbone, and I groaned. “Haven’t you, Kiernan? Waiting and wanting and too stubborn to ask.”
“Yes—”
“I know.” He kissed down my chest, following the path Ophelia’s hand had traced. “I’ve watched you fight it. Too proud to beg. Too scared to let go.”
“I’m not—I wasn’t?—”
“You were.” He reached my hip and bit down hard enough to leave a mark. “But you’re done fighting now. Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He looked up at me, his chin resting on my hip bone, his eyes blazing with a hunger that matched my own. “Because tonight, you’re mine. You’re ours. And we’re going to take everything you’ve been too afraid to give.”
