Yes, the dick really is that good that it has me waxing poetic.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to find you,” he whispers, lips moving against mine. Adjusting his grip, he slings one of my legs over his elbow, driving deeper, harder, faster.
Biting back a whimper, I press my palm to the center of his chest, magic writhing beneath my skin, just as desperate for release. Using the wall as leverage, he grinds into me, sliding me up a few inches, and unintelligible curses slip from my lips. As I start to come, my magic bursts from my palm, flooding his system in a rush, like a dam bursting.
I lose myself only to find a piece that I didn’t know was missing. My energy blends with his, more wild and chaotic than anything I’ve dealt with before. It’s as thrilling as it is overwhelming, the raw power at my fingertips more than I’ve ever experienced. But with it comes the foreign sensation of someone else’s emotions warring for dominance with mine, making it hard to discern whose is whose.
Coming down from my high, emotions running rampant, I start to pull my hand away, only for him to stop me. He doesn’t even need to say anything, animalistic need drowning my system. His feral energy is a livewire that’s driving his actions, bleeding into my system until I’m not sure how I could possibly hope to contain it. With a savage sound, he recaptures my mouth, nipping at my lip as he crosses the room, dropping me on the bed.
Gripping my thigh, he urges me to flip over and I roll onto my hands and knees without protest. Dragging the head of his cock over my slick heat, he slams into me, fingers digging into my hip with bruising force. Without sheets to fist, I’m left clawing at the mattress, breathing ragged. His free hand presses down between my shoulder blades before he drives impossibly deeper, relentlessly pounding into me from behind.
Tightening around him, I slip a hand between my legs, circling my clit faster as my orgasm builds. The hand pressing me down slides up over my spine before gathering my hair in a ponytail, pulling me upright. Still buried inside of me, he releases my hip to bat my hand away, taking over.
Gently, he tugs on my hair and I tilt my head to the side willingly, baring my neck to him. The sharp stab of pain as his teeth pierce my flesh sends me over the edge as much as the wave of satisfaction that pulses off of him, an animalistic need sated as he marks me from the inside out, intrinsically binding us together until it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
His hips buck erratically, biting harder as he comes. Clenching around him, I gasp, eyes closed and getting lost in the onslaught of it all. Gently, he flicks his tongue over the blood on my neck, easing the sting. Pulling out slowly, he ties off the condom before tossing it in the corner, flopping onto the bed and jerking me down with him.
“Well, now I definitely can’t let anybody kill you,” he pants, slinging an arm over his eyes as he catches his breath.
Mouth dry, I swallow, chest heaving. “Who would support you and little George if I was dead, after all?” Resting my head on his chest, I settle into the crook of his arm. “No life insuranceismy insurance policy that my mate won’t try to toss me down the stairs.”
A pulse of fear hits me, making my eyes fly open, but he flippantly responds, “And let you get out of hypothetical child support scot free? I think not, madam.”
Why the stab of panic?
“Because the thought of losing you is terrifying,”comes his reply in my head and I sit upright abruptly.
“You put a pack link in place.” It sounds accusatory, but mostly, even though I knew it was a possibility, I didn’t really expect it to happen.
Running a hand up and down my side, his bright blue gaze is far less wild now, simply content. “You’ve got to admit, of all of the things you could have picked up from sleeping with me, you’re just happy it isn’t herpes. A telepathic link doesn’t seem so bad comparatively.”
My scoff is belied by my amused smile. “Just as permanent, though.”
Sitting up, he wraps his arms around me, burrowing his face in the crook of my neck and creating a line of languid kisses over the skin. “Worried I’ll learn all your deepest, darkest secrets?”
“Worried I’ll learn yours?” I counter, shifting my legs together as his hand slowly trails up my bare thigh.
“Not in the slightest.” Nuzzling against me, he dips a finger between my legs, pumping once before adding another. “Thrilled you’ll see you have no reason to doubt me.” His thumb flicks over my hypersensitive nerves while his other hand traces the starburst shaped mark seared into his chest like a branding, more permanent than any tattoo.
Pushing me down, he shifts so that he hovers above me.“That I’ll have a front row seat when you realize that you’re just as in love with me, as I am with you.”
Twenty-Five
Hawk
“Coffee. It had to be coffee,” Rel sighs, but there’s a smile on her face.
Still, it’s nowhere near as huge as Ian’s currently is, beaming as he looks around the factory like a kid in a candy shop. “Okay, so maybe there’s some merit to your truce idea, because if you can hook me up with a discount? I’ll definitely hate you a little less.”
“Ian,” Esmerelda scolds, but he’s already gone, practically skipping to the counter of the open shop off to the side.
The factory isn’t obscenely massive, but it’s big enough to supply the majority of towns in the area as well as shipping out to a few of the bigger cities.
Rheyas actually smirks, looking mildly impressed. “The scent is overwhelming. I can barely even get a good read on yours to track, though I’m familiar.”
Grabbing my mate’s hand, I kiss the back before tucking it in my elbow, guiding us forward slowly to give Ian a chance to buy his coffee and catch up. “Machines run day and night to keep up with production, too. Drowns out chatter, footsteps,” I trail off, and rather than freak out that he won’t be able to hear anyone sneaking up on him, the man looks so relieved he could fall asleep on the spot.
He confirms my theory, glancing around with more attention. “A single scent and source of white noise to adjust to; this is nice.” He turns to Rel, stopping in his tracks. “You should walk behind me if I can’t tell if we’re walking into a trap.”
