“You’re so pretty when you beg to come,” he remarks.
“You are… really fucking good at that,” I say breathlessly. “I’m going to need you to wake me up like that every morning.”
“Deal,” he says with a smile, kissing me again. He goes to get up, and I grab his hand and pull him back. “What?”
“If you think you can get away without fucking me, you are sadly mistaken, Soren.”
“Is that right?” he asks with a smirk, but he looks shocked.
“Fuck me, Soren,” I say. “I want you inside of me… right now.”
He groans as he moves between my thighs and kisses me. I think he might start slow, but no. In fact, when he slams into my pussy, I think I see heaven for a second. “Fuck,” he growls. “I can’t be easy with you.”
“I don’t want easy,” I gasp. “I want you. The real you.”
Soren hooks my legs over his arms and starts savagely pounding into my pussy, making me scream through orgasms so intense that I can hardly breathe. This moment isn’t about feeding or giving into the bond. I want this. He wants this. We are choosing us above all the obstacles surrounding us. Despite how much we shouldn’t want this, we do. God, I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
I am dazed, but clinging to him by the time he comes with a feral growl, his hips jerking as he fucks his come deeper. He doesn’t move for a while as I catch my breath. When he lifts his head from my chest, he smiles. “You are incredible, Talia.”
“So are you,” I smile. “But we should talk…” I say.
“Yeah,” he sighs as we sit up. “Look…”
“I want to hate you,” I say, and he stops talking to listen. “I tried so fucking hard to hate you, but I can’t. Not when we both know you care. Not when you have shown up for me more than anyone in my entire life. You have gone out of your way to hurt me and try to push me away, but you hold my hair when I puke, yousnuggle me at night, and you show up. Over and over, you show up. When I get to see a glimpse of the real you, the man behind the monster mask you put on, I see someone who has spent lifetimes being let down and broken over and over again. I doubt you chose this life for yourself, and you’ve probably lost several mates, so no wonder you are a fucking asshole.”
“Gee, thanks,” he mutters with a smile.
“But you know what, Soren?”
“Hmm?”
“Even when you are a monster, you are my monster,” I tell him. “So push me away all you want, but I am choosing you the way you chose me.”
“Sweetheart,” he sighs. “I cheated over and over, trying to prove to myself that I didn’t need you. I caused you real pain. That’s unforgivable.”
“It’s forgivable, not forgettable. I am not so dense that I cannot see how much shit you have endured,” I say. “You will absolutely make up for it, and I expect you to prove to me that you will never hurt me again, but this isn’t a normal relationship, is it? Why hold it to the same standards when we are bonded? Let’s face it, Soren. We need each other, so we are better off playing on the same team than fighting.”
“You’re right,” he says. “I will make up for what I’ve done. I’m not perfect, and I will inevitably fuck up, but I will try.”
“That’s all I’m asking for.”
“Does this mean you’ll stop shooting me?” he asks with a grin.
“Yes,” I laugh. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he says, gently kissing me. “It was kinda hot.”
“Just kinda?” I ask, grinning.
“Wanna know what else I thought was hot?”
“Hmm?”
“Watching you get all possessive and putting a gun to Shelby’s head,” he muses. “That was hot as fuck.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” I say with a laugh.
“Let’s go downstairs so they can see that you’re okay,” he says.
