“Yes.”
“Are you going to use them?”
She shakes her head, laughing quietly, but the sound stops as I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
“Iris.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “I will use them.”
There’s a long pause before she adds, “If I need to.”
That’s not the answer I was looking for. But it’s the best I’m going to get, so I don’t argue with her as I bury my nose in her hair.
She smells different now that I’m drowning in the haze of love. Spicier, less sweet, and more minty than before. I realize as I grow stiffer in my pants that the scent now clinging to her is me.
“By the headboard. Go.”
I seal my command with a kiss on her shoulder and watch as she crawls forward, positioning herself on all fours. She spreads her legs, flashing her pretty brown pussy, and lowers to her elbows while she waits for me.
I don’t go slow this time. Between the sweet sounds she’s making and the smothering feeling clawing at my heart, I don’t have it in me.
I want to consume her as she does me. Mark her body from the inside out. Carve my name into her walls.
I want to bury myself so deep the next man will find etchings of this night on her soul.
I want her to be mine. Truly mine. Fated.
But that’s not possible. So instead, I lick her. From her breasts to her throat. From her shoulder to her wrist. Across her chest and between her thighs, marking her. I make certain there isn’t an inch of her left untouched, because, short of digging my claws into her, I’m not sure how else to stake my claim.
“Elliot…” She moans as my teeth scrape across her stiff nipple.“Please. I need to…I need to come.”
She drives her hips back, whimpering as I continue to piston into her.
I’m going to let her come. I would never leave her wanting, but she’s not ready yet.
I pull out, bringing her up to her knees and pinning her back to my chest as I palm her breasts.
“Why are you holding back from me?” I whisper.
“I’m not,” she says, rocking back into my dick.
She reaches for it, hungry, and I fist the back of her neck, forcing her face down into the pillows as I reclaim her.
“You’re lying to me, Iris. You know I don’t like that.”
My pace grows brutal, and she moans incoherently while I wait for the safe word that will never come.
Whether she wants to admit it or not, she likes it like this. Hard and unforgiving. A little monstrous. It’s why I’m the one she always calls. Why I’m the only one who can satisfy her.
“Stop hiding from me,” I demand. “Let her out.”
Iris mews, shaking her head. But no matter how she denies it, her body never lies, not to me.
I take her harder, coaxing the monster out of hiding and forcing her shift to the front. I don’t slow as her claws scrape over my arms, and she shreds the sheets beneath us. Instead, I wrap my arm around her head, and I offer my flesh.
“Do it,” I say. “Bite me.”
A low growl churns in her throat, but she doesn’t hesitate.
