His arm slid beneath my neck and lifted me. The water bottle came next and I drank. When I tried to push it away he didn’t relent.
“Drink a little more or you’ll become dehydrated,” he murmured.
He had no shame.
Like none whatsoever.
Those were the exact words he’d used on day two when he’d had his cock jammed somewhere it had no business being and had taken a break to discuss the nutritional values of his own come with the calm authority of a man delivering a health briefing. I’d drunk that too, in the end. Under duress.
I glared at him and drank the water.
He smiled and slid his hand between my thighs. The cramping was gone but the need remained—that dull ache that could go from manageable to unbearable in under sixty seconds. The Alpha in him had been delivering every single time without complaint, which was the only thing standing between him and another brick request.
Once I was finished he set the bottle on the nightstand.
His fingers moved slowly, tracing the outer edge of me without giving me what I wanted.
“Still so wet,” he murmured, trailing up to my clit.“Unfortunately I can’t get my knot stuck in you right now.”
A growl rumbled in my chest.
“Now, now. Killian and Dubhán are about to arrive with the food delivery.”
Food. I supposed we needed it.
I moved closer to his chest, pressing my face into his scent. The more I inhaled the further I migrated—until I found his neck. So thick. The muscle would be extraordinary to sink my teeth into. I’d leave my mark and everyone would know. His taste was mine already—salty and sweet and entirely addictive.
His fingers curled around my neck.
“Bad girl,” he murmured.“Always trying to tempt me.”
I glanced down.
What a joke.
His cock was tenting the white cotton sheet like an accusation. He was entirely complicit in everything happening in this bed and had the audacity to blame me.
Bite that neck. Go on. Sink your teeth in and take a chunk.
I resumed kissing his throat, tasting the salt of his skin, burying my face into it.
Not yet.
Close. But not yet.
I moved to straddle him.
Food be damned.
I came first.
Bad Girl’s cackle made me smile.
??????
They left the food outside the apartment door. I didn’t know who was cooking it or who delivered it and I didn’t care. He’d been briefly annoyed with me when they arrived—approximately five seconds of mild disapproval—because I’d been lying on top of him, happily knotted, with absolutely no intention of moving.
Served him right for his persistent attempts to keep me hydrated. His cock was enormous and had taken up residence somewhere between my stomach and my lungs. A girl had to breathe occasionally.
