I squeaked, pulling a smile from him when I tried to free my hands and writhed beneath him.
“I’d like nothing more than to taste you—” blunt tip kissed slick heat, winding the ache tighter. “To tie you down and make you come with my lips.” Abandoning my nipple, he rose up, setting his teeth to capture my lower lip. “With my tongue.” He sucked it between his teeth, then retreated. “But I have something else in mind.”
My throat was dry. “W-What?”
Speaking so I felt the words move against my lips, he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you,” then traced the length of my torso. Outlined Kas’ claws with fingers that trembled, then went further still. Parting sodden, delicate flesh before dipping inside with a ragged exhale. “Sowet…”Braced on right hand, he shook, setting something blunt and desperate to part my folds. Fist pumping out of sight.
I buried my face in the crook of my bent arm. Goddess… this was happening. Withhim.
“Hey,” he whispered, kissing my elbow. “Come back.”
“Just take—” I flexed beneath him, breath hitching as I shook my head. “Take what you came for.”
He nudged forward just enough to remind me of his intent without taking the plunge. “You want me to fuck you without seeing to the mess I made?” A kiss at the corner of my lips. “Take my pleasure and leave you unsatisfied?” Another tiny, shallow thrust, teasing the ache ever higher. “Pretend I don’t know what this needy little pussy needs, and ignore how much I want to feel you come apart on my cock?”
To my complete horror, fresh tears spilled over my lashes, and no amount of willpower could force him to unsee that hated weakness. But I nodded anyway, pushing a warbling little,“Yes,”through the pain. “Please.”
“Ah,” he breathed, and brushed my hair back. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, Miss Tannovic.”
I scrubbed at the bubble boiling behind my heart, intending to crush the wild, terrified thing trying to punch through bone and sinew. To kill it before it escaped. “Why?”
“Because,” he said, and captured my fingers, kissing the brand. “You’re wild and beautiful and”—he fell forward, caging me beneath him, elbow at my ear, fingers scooping behind my neck—“and you’remine.”
A piece of my heart tore away, and I blinked, fighting desperate sobs before I even realized they were a possibility. Hating myself for needing this… with him.
He kneaded the base of my skull, and did theone thingthat could keep from shattering beneath him. “Please?” he whispered, the plea laced with uncompromising honesty.
I could only nod. Giving the only way I could.
“Then touch me, Miss Tannovic.”
Catching his lips between the sharp points of my teeth, I did just that. Threatening to break the skin, I reached for the man bonded to a black soul. A man who didn’t recoil, but begged for more. Keening as he parted me, I found anchor on the bunching, quivering muscle heaving around his ribs. Nails scraping as he eased the ache and made it so much worse.
“Fuccck,”he groaned, pressing forward at a glacial pace. Making me feel every cursed inch. “So… wet…”
Trembling, I breathed him in, caught and pinned even when he pulled back. With right hand caging my nape, the other was free to slide over my hip. To find my knee and drape my calf over the round of his flexing bottom. Leaving the way open, unguarded as he redoubled his effort. Going deeper this time. Splashing usbothwith a fresh wave of goosebumps.
“God, you’re tight,” he gasped, shaking. Surrendering a kiss. Bumping something deep within my belly. “You’re soaking my balls, Mila.”
I hiccupped, grateful he couldn’t see the mortification heating my cheeks. Pretending he couldn’t sense it.
But he refused to let me hide, the arrogant prick. “I can’t think of anything sexier,” he grated, catching my hitched breath. Filling me to the brim… stretching until I was forced to accommodate the invasion. And when he stopped, it was because he could go no further.
“Touch me,” he whispered again, and though he broke away with eyes squeezed shut, he remained buried to the root. Motionless. Waiting for me to adjust.
Cheeks wet—both above and below—I bared my teeth at this insolent man who would deny me the privacy he took at will. Hooked both legs around his hips, and caught a fist full of thick, dark hair. Trying to pull him inside. To consume everything he was and make it irrevocablymine.
As he had done to me, I ran my hands over his ribs, hungry for every silky, bronzed inch. My bondmate. Long lines of lean muscle—all mine. Forced to quiver and dance beneath the blunted edge of my claws, he shuddered, skin prickling as I raked his lower back.
The wicked thing within me reveled in commands issued and followed without pause. In his sharp inhale and the twisted, pained expression marring his face.
But still, he did not move.
Could he notfeelthis? This… dreadful tension twisting and churning my insides into a frothy mess?
Heels burrowing into muscle, I used him for leverage, grinding a tiny nub of pleasure into the dark curls matted and slick above his root.
“Sonofa—” he choked, bucking forward, pounding ecstasy through his tip, straight into the base of my spine. “Stop.Stop.”
