His hands slide up my arms, and he pins me down on the couch with my wrists clasped together. I don’t feel helpless, but it does evoke feelings I’ve never explored. What’s even more telling is how much I like him holding me down. The tumble in my stomach is replaced with warmth and desire.
Egan uses his knees to kick out my legs, spreading me open for him, and then he pushes his hips up, shoving himself toward my entrance.
A moan leaves my lips, and my eyes fall closed. Missionary has never been my favorite, but the hellion knows exactly how to make the most of this position. He’s thick enough that I feel every inch of him as he thrusts into me. A warmth that has nothing to do with how fucking turned on I am flushes over me until I feel feverish. My heart starts pounding so loudly, it sounds like the ocean in my ears, and then Egan’s hips hit mine and I feel a thread form between us. It’s different than the consuming desire that plagued me when I was with Modeus but no less devastating, especially since I can’t ignore what’s happening and blame it on lust alone like I tried with the prince.
Egan’s hand tightens on my wrist, and he bares his gritted teeth in a silent yet beautiful display of ecstasy. I twist my arm, and he releases one of my hands. I rush to plant it on his chest. “Do you feel that?” I need his confirmation so I know I’m not alone in this.
He nods quickly instead of tapping his fingers against mine, but then he leans down and places his mouth near mine as his breath lands on my lips. The small sign speaks volumes, and when he begins kissing my chin and jaw, I allow my eyes to fall closed once again so I can drown in the moment, in Egan.
When he pulls out of me slowly, I feel the sharp edges of his teeth nipping my chin. The hand gripping my wrist slides down my arm until he’s jerking my waist and forcing me to arch my back. When he thrusts in again, I let out a soft moan, but it feels loud amongst the silence of our mingled breaths.
Egan kisses his way up to my ear, panting breathy sounds that make me desperate to hear more. With my hand still on his chest, he rocks his hips, thrusting in and out of me as he sets the perfect tempo. When his wings expand out behind him, the room darkens. Unable to stop myself, I reach for the underside of his wing and stroke the downy soft feathers. Egan’s perfect rhythm falters, and he makes that grumbling sound in his chest again. His grip tightens, and he snatches me tighter against him while burying himself as deeply as he can get.
My pussy clamps down on him as a wave of pleasure slices through me. Who knew I would get off on being manhandled so much? Egan bites my earlobe, and I cry out, milking him with my orgasm. His huffing grows louder in my ear until his breathing stops completely for a long moment. When he finally releases his next breath, he starts kissing and licking my neck until he makes it to my lips, where he shoves his tongue into my mouth and tangles it with mine. Gone are the tentative kisses. I can barely keep up as my muscles slacken until I’m nothing but a puddle beneath him.
“I bet I could come listening to you breathe,” I rasp out when he gives me an inch of space. Fuck, that was hot having him right in my ear, letting me hear how much I affected him.
He licks his lips and pulls back so he can tap his fingers over my nipple. He’s still inside me, and my pussy clamps down again. He does it again for good measure, proving he’s in complete control of my body, while simultaneously telling me, yes, I will come listening to him breathe. Who needs words when two taps can say so much?
CHAPTER11
Modeus
Lore’s desirehits me with the strength and bluntness of a two-by-four. The barrier of the door does little to negate the effects. My dick is hard and aching within a matter of seconds. I grit my teeth to keep the longing within me.
I do not want to be responsible for an orgy breaking out in the clubhouse, but the feeling is so strong and comes on so suddenly, it takes me longer than it should to get it under control. I have to fight the urge not to burst into the office, partly because I want to be closer to her and bask in her hunger, and partly so I can make sure her needs are met.
Images of the fallen fucking her shuffle through my mind, and my dick gets even harder. I stumble to the bathroom, hoping the distance will offer me a tiny reprieve before I end up coming in my pants like a newly released demon who just wandered into a succubus den.
When I close my eyes, I’m again assaulted with images of Lore as the fallen pounds into her, and although the vision is of my own making, it’s impossible to ignore.
The distance does little to dissipate the need to be near her. Fuck, even if I rub one out, it won’t help until I know she’s been satisfied, so I grit my teeth.
A light touch on my shoulder has me jumping forward for distance and spinning around. There’s a female shifter staring at me with wide, dark eyes. I take another step back. “Are you okay?” She bites her bottom lip and looks down at my crotch. The dick print in my pants could be read like braille, the definition is so pronounced.
“I’m fine. You need to go.” I nod toward the door. I don’t like breathing the same air as her right now. That goes for everyone but Lore.
The bitter scent of her lust works as a dampener for Lore’s. The shifter’s greedy eyes roam over me again. This is so familiar and so fucking unwanted, I think I might throw up. She takes a step toward me, and my immediate response is to step back. My back hits the wall, but it doesn’t slow her approach.
“Are you sure? I can help,” she offers hungrily, and I don’t even know if I can fully blame her. Is this my fault?
“No. You need to leave now!” I put as much force into my words as I can. Blame or not, there is no way she is touching me.
She stops but makes no move to actually leave the bathroom. I push myself off the wall, pissed that I let her back me into a corner. It’s not the first time I’ve been approached for sex since I’ve been off leash, but it’s the first time I’ve felt debased, like I could be stripped of my own free will, since having a real choice about whom I fuck.
“Stay the fuck away from me or I will split you in two with a rusty goddamned hatchet.” I brush past her without sparing her another glance. I suppose I do have one thing to thank her for—my flaccid dick.
Her eyes are on me as I stomp out of the bathroom, her desire barely wilted after I threatened her. When the door slams into the wall as I leave the room, several members turn in my direction. Thank fuck it’s the noise that caused them to look at me and not because I’m still seeping desire.
I avoid the office door as I make my way to the bar. I don’t want to deal with a round two. Someone would die, and it sure as shit wouldn’t be me. I take an empty stool, sitting so I can see most of the club. Egan’s gaze before he went into the office with Lore asked me to do as much.
Thoughts of the fallen with Lore threaten to consume me again, but I stamp those images out and focus on everything I can remember about Egan, the notorious dark angel. Before today, I’d only heard about him, and even then, it was usually whispers of damned souls praying he didn’t come for them.
He’s an original fallen, nearly as old as the devil himself, and gifted with hellfire and completely devoid of emotion. He, like many of us, was created with the specific purpose—to keep the dissidents of Hell who belong in the underworld in their place.
I suspected it was him when he didn’t make an effort to speak, but after he took one look at Lore, I knew so many of the assumptions about him were wrong. He isn’t dead inside. He was in awe of her with just a glance.
I wasn’t lying when I told Lore he will make a fearsome protector and sergeant for her club. His battle skills are legendary. He’s capable of taking on hordes of demons by himself if he so chooses, but last I heard, he walked away from Hell and all the duties he was born to.
