Page 69 of Nicolette

“I suppose you might be right about that,” he agreed, but a flash of something predatory appeared in his eyes. “However, this isn’t going to be a quick dirty fuck, pet. Do you want to know why?”

He paused, waiting for my answer, and with him holding my chin, I had to find the part of my brain that used words. “Yes,” I whispered like it was a prayer.

“When I’m done with you here, and I escort you to that ring, you’ll be marked as my mate. No mate of mine will ever be treated like a whore earning her way with a quick fuck in the bathroom to fulfill my needs. You are a goddess who deserves all the pleasure she can handle. Normally I would make sure you wouldn’t need to be anywhere soon because if you can walk when I’m done with you, I didn’t do my job right. This time will just be a taste of what you can expect for the rest of our lives.”

Rambler’s words had me melting with how sweet he was being and how fucking turned on I was with the image he was painting. “I thought you wanted to wait,” I questioned, kicking myself for even bringing this up.

He searched my face for a moment before speaking, “Do you want me to wait?”

Did I?

Fuck no, I didn’t.

I couldn’t tell you where along the lines of our time together, I decided that having this man in my life forever was an excellent idea, but it was. Rambler was steady, a grounding point for me that I felt I could trust to have my back no matter what. Hearing what he’d been through growing up and seeing the man he’d become told me everything I needed to know. For him to choose to be a protector after the world handed him such a shit deal in life made me fall for him more than I already had. This time I was given a choice where things between Nine and I happened a little ass-backward. If I told Rambler to wait, he’d fucking wait without question, which gave me my answer.

“No, I want you to be mine forever as I will be yours,” I answered.

Slamming his lips to mine, Rambler picked me up, carried me out of the bathroom, and dropped me on the bed. “Last chance, pet, because the moment I get on that bed, there’s no stopping this.”

I spread my legs wide, putting myself on display, then used my fingers to stroke myself, watching as he fought to hold my gaze. “Then you better get on the fucking bed, Rambler.”

That was all the motivation he needed to take two seconds to shove down his pants and leap onto the bed, so his face was right in front of my pussy. Grabbing my hand, he sucked the fingers I’d been using clean, making me moan at how erotic it was to see him do that. Finished with my fingers, he set my hand on my stomach and cupped my ass, lifting me up enough to grab a pillow and slide it under my hips.

“How much time do we have?” Rambler questioned as he kissed along my inner thigh.

My brain took a moment to register what he’d just asked, then I looked around the room for a clock and spotted one on the nightstand. “It’s three-thirty now, so I would say an hour, hour and a half. I want time to get a feel for the ring before the fight.”

“Then I’ll limit myself to an hour,” Rambler decided.

Shoving up on my elbows, I gawked at him. “You plan on spending the whole hour fucking around?”

He flashed me a grin. “Clearly, you’ve never been with someone who gets more satisfaction from giving their partner pleasure than receiving. You, my pet, are going to be screaming my name for the next hour, to be sure, but don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you. Then I’ll finish deep inside your womb, marking you in every way possible.”

“Oh God, what have I gotten myself into,” I mumbled, falling back to the bed.

“Pleasure beyond anything you’ve experienced,” Rambler answered before diving in.

Within the first fifteen minutes, I was dripping with sweat as my body shook from being denied my orgasm. The feel of him toying with my ass as my body screamed its need to come was euphoric. I would get little pleasure zings from my ass while my pussy was contracting and pulsating with fury at being denied.

“Please, Rambler, let me come,” I begged, not for the first time. “I can’t take much more of this. My mind is going to snap.”

“No, my perfect pet, you’re stronger than that,” Rambler cooed as he slowly kissed up my stomach. “What if we took a little break from the lower half of you and I played up here?”

I could feel his cock thick and heavy, brushing against my entrance, making me cry out, arching into the feeling.

“Look at you putting yourself on display for me. If you wanted me to play with your nipples so badly, why didn’t you say?” he scolded, letting his finger trace the border of my nipple, slowly moving into the peaked middle.

With a sharp pinch, I rocketed off the bed, coming harder than I’d ever come in my life, screaming until I ran out of air. My body didn’t seem to know how to process the flood of pleasure, so I started to shake and convulse uncontrollably, eyes rolling back in my head, stars shattering around me.

“Just breathe. I’ve got you, Nic,” Rambler soothed as he pulled me onto his lap, cradling me in his arms. “I’m sorry I should have warned you. I just didn’t realize how sensitive your nipples were when you became that wound up.”

My breath came out in shuddering gasps, and I didn’t seem to be able to control my body. Never in my fucking life did I think an orgasm that epic could happen. It felt as if my soul left my body, only to come back and be set on fire, the flames of ecstasy licking at my skin even now.

“H-holy… f-fuck,” I stuttered.

Rambler chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “That’s one way to put it. I didn’t scare you off from letting me do that again, did I?”

I managed to shake my head. “No, now that I know what to expect, I’ll be ready.”