My fingers twitched towards his face as a shiver rolled down my spine. “That won’t be necessary.”
Hope flickered in the dark depths of his eyes. “Do you accept my apologies, my Queen?” he asked, rising on his knees, face inching closer to the apex of my thighs. “Or is there another way I can show you exactly how badly I feel?”
Fingers skimmed my calves, the touch so light it shouldn’t have had sparks of electricity coursing up my body. And yet, I gasped, squeezing my legs together.
“Princess?” The word came out guttural, Primal.
I met his heated stare. Watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Felt the coiling tension build between my thighs.
“Yes.”
That one word completely undid him. Hawk had my pants torn off before I could make another sound, my panties joining the ruined material soon after. I barely had a chance to gaspbefore he had one of my legs over his shoulder and his tongue between my thighs.
The noise that fell from my lips sounded desperate as he lapped at my pussy, circling the tip of his tongue against my clit before pumping it into my opening. I tensed against the door, running one hand through his silky black hair to push it away from his face, the other braced behind me.
“That’s it,” I gasped, throwing my head back. “Just like that.”
There were stars dancing behind my eyes when I closed them, the onslaught of arousal becoming too much. Hawk groaned against me, the sound vibrating against my clit, feeling too fucking good.
He flattened his tongue, running it from my entrance all the way up to my clit before circling the nub again. “You taste like pure sin,” he groaned, kissing my thigh.
“Don’t stop,” I said, breathing hard. “I didn’t say you could stop.”
Hawk chuckled, breathing in deeply through his nose. “I can’t wait to taste your cum on my tongue, Princess.”
With his free hand, he slid a finger inside me while he sucked my clit into his mouth. The finger curled, pumping into me slowly, but his tongue flicking against my clit sent me over the edge.
I cried out, grinding into his face, hips bucking as my climax rushed through me. Hawk held me steady through it, tongue stroking me slowly as waves of pleasure rolled through me. He only pulled away when my legs started to tremble, keeping one hooked over his shoulder as he met my stare.
“Let me offer you the only thing I have,” he begged, sitting back and rubbing my thigh gently. “Let me give you the bond.”
My breath caught in my throat. The fire was a full inferno now, and I felt that familiar presence in my chest, that gentle tug that wanted exactly what he offered.
Was it my magic speaking despite the collar and scars blocking it?
Or was it my heart finally accepting him?
Slowly, I pulled my leg from his shoulder. Disappointment flickered in his dark eyes for only a moment, an emotion he tried to shield from me. Just that look alone told me everything I needed to know: if I said no and walked away, he wouldn’t push me. He would accept whatever pace I set.
“Stand up,” I said, watching the heat flare in his eyes.
Hawk rose to his full height. At over six feet, he towered over me like the rest of my mates, standing tall and proud. I ran my eyes over him; the thick muscle coiled around his chest, the dips of his hips and the obvious bulge in his pants. I chewed my bottom lip as I dragged my eyes up to meet his, finding a flush darkening his sharp cheekbones.
I used to hate thinking he was hot. But Hawk Nash was a specimen of a male. Broad, tanned, gorgeous. Sharp features, strong jawline, eyes that were unbelievably dark and framed by thick lashes. Black, silky hair fell to his shoulders, mused from my fingers.
“Where do you want me, Your Highness?” he asked, taking a step towards me. “On the bed?”
His lips were still wet with my release, shining with my cum. It made my belly flutter in a strange kind of way, especially when I lifted onto my tiptoes and cupped his chin lightly, brushing my lips against his. The male groaned, leaning towards me, but I pulled back before he could kiss me.
“I like the idea of you on the bed,” I replied, eyeing him—taking in the desperation clouding his eyes, the way he waited for my every command. I really,reallyliked being the one in charge. Especially of him. “And take your pants off.”
Hawk shuddered, eyes fluttering closed. When I released his chin, he stepped back, hands going to his waistband. They were like baggy yoga pants, the only thing revealing about them being his erection.
Hawk didn’t take his eyes off me, and I couldn’t stop watching him. It was like a dance, each movement careful and precise. When he tugged them down, his cock sprung free, bouncing against the taut muscles of his thigh.
Thick veins ran the length, and barely perceptible wereridges almost like what Damon had, only less obvious. Length wide, Hawk was large, and even his girth was something I had to think about.
As he kicked off his pants, a smirk played at his lips. “Now, would you like me on the bed?”
