“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.
“I’m mad at myself,” I answered, bringing one hand between us and using it to tilt her head back to just the right angle.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth as her tongue dipped out to wet her lips in response. “Why?”
My fingers reached back into her hair and tugged, anchoring her for the storm I was about to unleash. She gasped and arched into my hold but didn’t close her eyes. She was daring me; meeting me head-on. Good girl.
“I should have done this earlier,” I said, our lips almost touching. “I’ll never forgive myself if I miss another opportunity.”
This wasn’t a gentle kiss, like the ones I’d planned to woo her with. It was a barely suppressed need with a hint of obsession. Her lips were soft and full and so warm as I touched them to my own with a soft slide that had both of us moaning. Despite the urge to devour her, I kissed her slowly, a gentle nip, an easy friction that sent her wiggling against me.
My skin felt too sensitive—like one more scratch of her nails on my scalp would send us both up in flames. I pressed as close as physically possible, my dick so fucking hard it was ready to bust with only a couple of thrusts against her soft belly. Then she whined, and I couldn’t deny that plea. Hooking my hands under her thighs, I lifted her and pushed her against the wall, deepening the kiss and languidly thrusting my tongue in imitation of that final act.
Her heat encompassed me, even through our layers of clothes, and I answered with a hard roll of my hips that pushed her up the wall with a squeal. I dragged her mouth back to mine and used it to cover my own groan.
Sweat dripped down my back, and the zipper of my jeans was so tight over the head of my dick it hurt, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t get enough. In the back of my mind, in the smallsection still capable of coherent thoughts, I knew our intense reaction was fueled in part by our bond’s need to complete.
I felt it heavy in my chest, and I knew the longer we kissed, the more that bond would grow. Potentially to a level strong enough that Eryn would finally notice it. I didn’t care. I trailed my lips down her neck.
“Fuck! You don’t understand what you do to me, princess.” Another moan escaped her, this one a little more desperate than the last. “Make that sound again,” I demanded and reached between us.
Her thin shorts were damp and hot, soaked with the evidence of her arousal. I ran my thumb along the seam, adding more pressure at the top. She bit her lip, so I did it again, harder. On the next pass, she mewled against my mouth and tightened her legs around me.
“Kai,” she moaned. “Oh gods, please.”
“I’ve got you,” I told her, removing my fingers from that sensitive bud and laying my hand flat on her belly, near the top of her shorts. “Do you trust me?”
She panted and squirmed, searching for that missing friction, urged on by her need for release and the bond’s influence. We were both lost to its spell, but I refused to let it go further than this. Fuck, I’d stop right now if she told me to. But she didn’t stop me, instead, she pulled on my arm to try and direct my hand back to where she ached.
“Princess,” I breathed, gently bumping my nose against hers. “Tell me.”
Her eyes fluttered open and met mine. “I trust you.”
Thank the gods.
My fingers slipped expertly through the slick mess between her thighs. I ignored her nails biting into my skin and stroked with determination, teasing her opening before rubbing firmly against the swollen bud. She was going to feelme for days after this. I curled my hand, dipping the tip of a finger inside.
Her pussy greedily sucked me in, drawing me deeper until the heel of my palm rested on her clit. She wasn’t going to last long. Not as I angled my finger to hit that spongy spot on the roof of her walls. Her fingertips held onto my shoulders hard enough to bruise as she ground herself against my hand. It was like holding a hellcat in my arms, the way she hissed and fought my hold, wanting what I had to offer but wary of its dangerous potency.
“Look at you,” I crooned as her inner muscles tensed. “Fuck my fingers, princess. Soak my hand like a good girl.”
The cry that left her throat was smothered by my lips. I eased the thrusts of my finger but kept it inside her while my thumb helped her ride out her orgasm. I pulled away from her mouth and let her legs fall, my finger never stopping its strokes against her core. She cried out again as another wave of release rode on the end of the first one.
Her knees buckled and still, the bond in my chest demanded I take more. It wanted her complete submission. It wanted her so weak she couldn’t even crawl away as we claimed her on the cold concrete floor. With a pained roar, I forced myself away from her and put as much distance between us as the small room would allow.
“Eryn, you need to go.”
Her eyes flashed with shock as she sat slumped against the wall, her chest heaving with deep breaths.
“I—” She shook her head and stood on weak legs. “No one’s ever—you just had your—why?” A little anger leaked its way past her post-orgasmic confusion. “Why should I go?”
Every second she stood before me, looking so fucking edible I could die from the sight, was another second I lost control. She couldn’t recognize the bond yet, so its hold on her waned nowthat I no longer touched her, but I remembered with too much clarity how slippery she felt against my fingers. I wanted more. Without breaking eye contact, I lifted my hand to my mouth. The musky scent grew stronger as I tasted the finger I had deep inside her.
A groan escaped. “If you don’t run up those stairs right now and lock your door, I’m going to fuck you all over this room. On the stairs, against the wall again, with your ass in the air and bent over the railing until each of my thrusts make you feel like you’re going to fall. But you won’t because I’d never let you go; not once I bury myself inside you.” I took one step and clenched my fists to keep from lunging for her. “Go, Eryn!” I growled, and she flinched. “Please,” I begged, softening my voice.
She worried her bottom lip, enough curiosity shining through her nerves to make her wonder if she could take what I offered. Thankfully, her sanity won out, and she disappeared up the stairs without another sound.
eight
