Without breaking the kiss, I free myself from my pants, shoving them down my hips and gripping the base of my erection. Hooking my thumb in her underwear, I shove them aside and run the head of my cock through her slick folds.
“Tell me to stop.”
She hisses in a sharp breath, thighs gripping me tighter. “I’m not here to be your conscience, but I’ll be the devil on your shoulder if you need permission to finally take what you want.”
Lips crashing against hers, I line myself up and surge inside in one solid thrust. She swallows my groan, combing her fingers through my hair and making a fist until I’m as much at her mercy as she is mine.
She angles my head to take the kiss deeper, and I take the opportunity to guide her into locking her ankles behind my back. Once she’s firmly in place, I buck my hips, inhaling her gasp and drawing out nearly to the tip before surging back again. Deeper. Harder. My fingers bite into the flesh of her thigh until I’m sure I’ll leave bruises, but I can’t seem to stop. Every mark I leave on her skin is another reminder that she’smine.
Rolling my hips, my forehead falls against hers with a tortured groan. My shift is starting to take over despite every attempt to keep it at bay, sharpened claws digging deep grooves into the wood as I fuck her hard and fast against the door.
It’s reckless. Stupid. But I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to, needing her as much as my next breath. To feel her heat wrapped around me, convince myself that she’s here. Safe.Mine.
She’s not just my mate, she’s my reason for being, and if she leaves, I’ll have nothing. I don’t want to live in a world without Amara groaning into her pillow when the alarm goes off, to wake up without her in my bed, or in my home.
I need her. And every moment I’ve suffered until now was so I could thoroughly appreciate the gift that is Amara Garrison.
“Stone,” she gasps, breath hitching as I flex my hips and hit her at just the right angle.
“I know.” Tilting slightly to the left, I pound the head of my cock against the spot that leaves her squirming in several quick, hard thrusts. “Gods, do I know.”
A grunt leaves me as I sink deep within her heat, shifting my hand to cover her throat. Every buck of my hips has her breath catching, and the harder I grip her throat, the tighter she clamps around my cock, squirming in silent need. Slinging one leg over my arm, I slide my palm up, spreading her even further as I fuck her hard enough that the hinges rattle against the door.
“Please,” she gasps.
Rolling my hips, I demand, “Tell me what you need.”
Palming my cheeks, she breathes in every grunt and sharp inhale, writhing against me. “More.”
I recapture her mouth, swallowing every one of her sweet moans because no one else deserves to hear them. She arches against me a split second before she tightens around my cock with a strangled cry as her orgasm crashes over her. She milks my cock with reckless abandon, hips rocking as she rides me with a burst of desperate energy. Releasing my grip on her thigh, I slide my hand between us, circling her clit. She bucks against me, riding me with what little leverage she has and grinding herself against my fingers with a breathy sigh. Her heels dig into my lower back, urging me deeper, and my cock twitches.
“Fuck, Amara, I-”
Biting her uninjured shoulder, I muffle my groan as I come. Her heat wraps around me like a vice, and I do my best to ride her through the aftershocks of her own orgasm when all I want to do is sink to the ground and stay buried inside of her for the rest of my damn life. Kissing the bite mark I left behind, I rock against her slowly, drawing out the moment.
“Better?” she asks with a breathless, teasing lilt.
“A little,” I admit with a laugh. “Rather have you at home where I can make up for how much time I’ve wasted trying to be noble, though.”
Carrying her to the bathroom, I set her on the counter. Her underwear catches under her ass as I try to slide it off, and she lifts her hips to help me, a question in her golden eyes. Slowly dragging them down the length of her legs, I finally free the slip of black cotton and shove it into my pocket.
She narrows her eyes. “We’re about to walk into a room full of shifters. I’m going to need my underwear back, please and thank you.”
“I beg to differ.” Wetting a paper towel, I offer it her way without an ounce of remorse. “I rather like the idea of you dripping with my cum and driving all of these other bastards mad with jealousy. If you won’t let me kill anyone tonight, it’s this, or we leave,mo stór. My restraint is hanging on by a thread, so I need you to humor me, just this once.”
Closing the bathroom door behind me, I give her a semblance of privacy. She can clean up as much as she likes, it won’t matter. When we walk out of this room she’ll be coated in my scent, my cum between her legs, and everyone in this place will know that she’s mine.
He’llknow that she’s mine.
There’s a pounding on the door, and I open it without hesitation, itching for a fight, but it’s only Raiden. Even with our average sense of smell, he stiffens for a moment as the scent of sex slams into him. Cursing under his breath, he storms into the room and slams the door behind him.
“Seriously?” Raiden demands, wisps of smoke curling in the air with his huff.
I shrug. “Not my fault you didn’t think of it first,brathair.”
Raiden shoves my shoulder with a growl. “We’re trying to make allies, not piss people off.”
“Speak for yourself.”
