“I built it.”
My mouth popped open. When he said nobody, he meant nobody, and now he was sharing it with me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and grazed my mouth over his. “Thank you.”
My heart swelled at the gift of escape. I hadn’t realized until now that I needed somewhere not crowded with responsibilities.
His mouth coaxed mine open, his tongue sweeping against my own in a carnal promise. Oh, I could get used to this. There were no ghosts shouting about pineapples, no aunts dictating my life, no supernatural squabbles. It was dangerous, and I didn’t care.
His hands wrapped under my ass, and he lifted me against him before stalking to the bed and dropping me down on it. My arms skimmed the soft cotton, and I threaded my fingers together over my head and smiled at him as he shed his clothes in record time.
I sucked in a breath at his raw beauty. Scarred, savage, strong—he was built with war in mind. This wasn’t a body you got by going to the gym for several hours a day; it was earned with blood, sweat, and tears, and it was all mine.
I gripped the bottom of my T-shirt, but his warm hands landed on mine as he shook his head. “You are mine to unwrap.”
I scowled. I wasn’t exactly feeling patient right now. We had all night, and I didn’t plan on being dressed for ninety-nine percent of it.
He chuckled as he climbed onto the bed and caged me in. “Patience, little witch, is a virtue.”
I glanced down at our bodies and arched a brow. “You aren’t looking patient right now.”
“You need to learn to play with a cat, Cora.”
His mouth landed on my neck, and he grazed his teeth down the delicate flesh, causing my spine to arch and my hands to wrap around his back in a silent plea. He grabbed my hands andpinned them above my head before kissing the protest from my lips.
“Hudson,” I groaned as he teased me to fever pitch without shedding a single item of my clothing. “Please.”
His eyes seemed to glow. “You look good in my bed, begging me.”
His mouth landed on my nipple through the T-shirt and lace of my bra, and he sucked hard. My breathing stuttered as he increased the pressure, causing my core to clench. My fingers threaded with his, anchoring me to reality as I rode the storm. He switched to my other breast and gave it the same attention, making me squirm beneath him.
“Let me touch you,” I whispered. He growled low, making it clear that wasn’t happening anytime soon.
Indigo fed me an image, and I smiled. We could do that? Oh, I was going to have so much fucking fun. I visualized my hands gripping his length and squeezed. A rough shout of surprise left him as he jerked. I held on.
“What are you doing, Cora?”
I gave him a sultry smile. “Playing with a cat.”
“You’ve been keeping secrets.”
My lips twitched, and he tore my T-shirt in half. Good. I needed him as mindless as I was feeling. He unclipped my bra and flung it somewhere in the room, followed by my shoes, jeans, and panties. In less than a minute, I was naked. When I tried to sit up, he covered me again, forcing me back onto the mattress.
“Let me play,” I said.
He tilted his head. “I like you there.”
I dragged my bottom lip between my teeth before shimmying down between his legs. His hand tangled in my hair, like he was about to pull me up, but his breathing stuttered as my tongue snaked out to taste him. My hands wrapped around him, and Ipalmed his ass cheeks to guide him deeper. He thrust a little, losing his battle for control. My teeth grazed his most sensitive, most vulnerable flesh, testing out his reaction.
He clutched my hair tighter. “Fuck, do that again. Harder.”With pleasure.I alternated between shallow delicate licks and rough dangerous bites, never breaking the flesh, but keeping him guessing. He swelled inside my mouth. “Cora, I’m going to come.”
Fair warning, but wild horses couldn’t drag me away from this. Hudson pulled away, and my claws extended, keeping him where I wanted him. He wasn’t bedding a little witch, he was tangling with a monster, and it was time he treated me as such. He came with a roar that rattled the glass wall before dragging me up to bury his head in my neck, keeping me pinned to the bed for at least ten minutes, while his thundering heart slowed, beat by beat. He occasionally gave my shoulder a slow lick in a distinctly feline move that created shivers down my spine.
Those licks turned into kisses, stoking the fire inside me as I felt him harden against my thigh. He rolled us to the side, facing each other, and guided my leg over his hip. He tested my heat and found me wet and ready. Then he slowly sank inside of me, his golden gaze never leaving mine as his hand held my hip tight, keeping us connected. His mouth found mine, and he swallowed every delicious moan as he guided us into an inevitable crescendo that built and built. My spine arched as I dragged my lips away. He froze, letting me hover on the edge. I tried twisting my hips, and he clamped me tighter.
“Hudson,” I growled.
He grinned. “Yes?”
“I need to come.”
