Fifty-One
“You came without permission. Now you’ll beg for mercy like a sinner in the hands of a creator who doesn’t forgive.”–Cyan MacBrady.
She’s still trembling against me, lips parted.
I’m breathing as if I just fought a war and won.
Maybe I did. Maybe Aria is the war prize I never knew I’d been waiting for.
I bend down and scoop her into my arms. Her skin, soft and flushed from everything we just did, molds to me.
I crash my mouth against hers, tongue plunging deep, tasting her, tasting myself on her.
I don’t just kiss Aria. I lose myself in her mouth.
She’s dangerous, addictive, and should come with a goddamn warning label.
I carry her across the room, my need already rebuilding, something feral clawing up from my spine.
I stop at the desk and, without hesitation, sweep everything to the floor.
Papers, pens, a crystal glass, a laptop—everything crashes down.
I lay her thong-clad body across the desk, a vision I won’t ever forget.
I pin her there, let my weight settle into her, feel the hitch in her breath beneath me.
She doesn’t pull away. If anything, she draws me closer.
My temper hasn’t fully died down. It’s no longer the explosive kind; it’s simmered into something more focused on giving her pleasure. “You came when I told you not to.”
She blinks up at me, dazed. “You noticed? That’s a first for me.” A slow, wicked grin curves her mouth.
“Guess giving you pleasure gives me pleasure.”
A rough chuckle leaves my chest. “Even unknowingly, you disobeyed me, Dove.” My fingers trail down her body, slow, deliberate.
I watch her shiver, my hand skims her ass, and the image of Jacob flashes hot and unwelcome through my mind.
“But first–” I tear the thong from her hips, tossing it aside.
My voice hardens when I meet her eyes. “What the fuck were you thinking, grinding on that piece of shit?”
She looks away. “I was tipsy. And for a second…” Her voice drops.
“In my head, he was you.” Her honest response lands like a punch to the gut.
She saw me in him. That doesn’t calm the anger.
It feeds it. “I backed off the moment I came to my senses,” she adds quickly.
I catch her chin, forcing those doe-brown pools to look at me.
“That’s the last time you’ll make that mistake.” I lean in, my voice a near-growl at her ear. “That pull you feel. It’s not one-sided. It undoes me, too. Every second you’re near me.” I grind into her, just enough to make the point. She gasps, sharp, helpless. Her pupils blow wide. Good.
I take her nipple between my teeth, drag, then suck hard.
Her hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling, gripping.
Her moans spilling out, I could stay here for hours, driving her apart piece by piece.
I move to her other breast, bite, lick, scrape with my beard.
My fingers slide between her legs, finding her swollen clit.
She’s soaked. I stroke her slowly, watching her unravel, and right before she falls, I pull away.
“No… Cyan… don’t stop, please,” she pants, breathless. But I’m already on my feet, still fully dressed except for my cock jutting proud from my pants. My smile is dark, edged with promise.
“Now I want to dance with you.” I drag her naked ass back against my cock.
“Feel that?” Aria’s answer is to grind her delectable ass back.
“One day,” I murmur, head close to her forbidden hole.
“I’ll be fucking this ass. But not tonight.
” She shudders; Aria fucking loves my filthy mouth.
The club throbs beneath us, lights flashing, bodies grinding, bass pounding through the floor.
I shrug off my jacket, already reaching for her.
“Wait.” Aria’s hand darts toward mine, stopping me. “Let me undress you.” I freeze. That’s new. She steps closer, presses a kiss to my throat, then bites down, sucking hard. When she pulls back, she studies the mark she left, her thumb brushing over it. “There,” she says. “Now you’re wearing mine.”
With great care, she peels my clothes away. Her hands are reverent, possessive, and I swear, it almost undoes me. The way she looks at me. When her hand wraps around my shaft, stroking me with slow confidence, my jaw locks.
She tilts her face to me. “If any woman dares touch what’s mine, I’ll make you watch as I make her eat those digits. If Elana ever steps to me again and dares to lay claim to you.” Her smile is sharp. “I’ll show her.”
A low, laugh slips from my chest. “Did I hear you right, Ms. Boschett? Are you claiming Cyan MacBrady?”
“Damn right, you’re mine.” Something snaps loose in my chest. “Alright then.” I pull her closer, and she moves with me without hesitation. We grind together, her hips rolling, confident, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. It’s too much. The beast breaks free.
“Mercy,” I breathe. “This was supposed to be a dance. I can’t hold out, hands on the glass.”
She obeys, thighs parting as I brush against her slick heat. She’s already trembling.
“Cyan.”
“Say it, Love. Tell me what you want.”
“You. In me.” She orders. That’s it, my control shatters.
I slam into her, and she screams. Her reflection stares back at us.
She’s wild and undone with pleasure as I drive into her, from behind.
She takes me as I am. Aria was made only for me.
My hands brand her hips. My name breaks from her lips again and again.
Leaning in, and slowing my pace just enough to make it linger. “Look,” I bite her near earlobe. “Elana’s watching.” I slam deep. Her head falls back, her moan tearing loose. I fist her hair, lifting her gaze to the glass while I grind into her, making her feel everything. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her eyes focus. Her grin is victorious. “No,” she orders. “I want her to see you fucking me. Let her see who you belong to.” That’s it. I’m gone.
“Fuck,” I pound into her, teeth sinking into her shoulder as she comes apart beneath me.
She shatters and I follow, roaring her name as I empty into her.
We sag together, breathless. My hand cups her chin.
Her lips swollen. Her eyes glow. “Look at you,” I whisper. “There’s no one more beautiful to me.”
My chest burns. I don’t even want to pull away. She fits me so perfectly.
“I wish we were home,” she stretches. “A shower sounds good. My body feels… deliciously sticky.” She melts into me. “Guess my man did his job.”
My man. Those words hit hard. “Come on, Púca,” she edges around and plants a kiss on my arm.
It’s the first time anyone’s said that name without fear.
My fingers grip Aria’s hips, like I’m holding onto my last lifeline.
What the hell just happened? I took her like a man possessed, raw, wild, with a passion that could’ve burned the universe down.
I never lose control. But with her, I don’t just lose it.
I surrender it. I don’t even want to pull out of her.
She shifts away. “Let’s head home, Cyan.” The instant her warmth leaves me, the ache slams into that goddamn void. Fortunately, Thomas had a guest suite installed when we bought this place, with a shower.
“No way we’re leaving without a shower, Dove.
” Scooping her up, I toss her over my shoulder like she weighs nothing.
She squeals, laughing, but I’m already moving, carrying her through the door and into Thomas’s hidden guest suite.
I set her down on the cool tile. Aria’s eyes widen as she takes it all in.
“No way…” She glances around. “This office isn’t just for work. It’s like a damn guest suite.”
I chuckle. “Club Culture’s one of Thomas’s side hustles. The man needs a sanctuary. You met his wife. This is his escape hatch.”
“Poor Thomas.” Her finger taps my back. “Do you think we would’ve had more fun on the bed? You trashed his desk. Everything’s on the floor.”
“Lass, as tonight proves, I’m a jealous bastard. I don’t want you lying in another man’s bed.”
“Even if it’s with you?” she challenges, wrapping her hand around my waist.
“Fuck no.” I drag her under the spray with me. She shrieks as the water hits her and laughs. “Your scent would linger. The idea of some other man breathing it in? No, I can’t stand it.”
“You’re crazier than an Irish werewolf on a full moon.” Her grin is wicked. “Apparently, your madness is contagious because I get it. No way do I want you in another woman’s bed, even with me in it.” Her hands slide up my chest, arms circling my neck. She nips at my collarbone, leaving a mark.
“Oh, and Mr. Obsessive...” she nips at my chest, her teeth scraping, leaving another mark. “Don’t think I missed the part about Thomas owning this place. Clever little secret, no wonder you said nothing to Tasha when she mentioned the bachelorette party. You’re such a stalker.”
“Clever, huh?” I drag my lips over her forehead down to her cheek. “If I’m an Irish werewolf, then you’re my wild, beautiful mate. An Alpha must track what’s his.”
“You’re a control freak,” she giggles.
“Maybe.”
“But since it’s contagious,” she beams and tugs at my beard. “I want the same. I should always know where my mate is.”
“For you,” I kiss her, deep and consuming, pulling on her tongue and savoring the taste of her.
“Anything.” When I pull away, spinning her around to wash her back.
I squeeze body wash into my palms, running them over her glistening light-bronze skin, each curve, each dip, worshipped beneath my touch.
My fingers slide from her neck to her luscious breasts, grazing over the marks I left.
The sight of her, branded by me, stokes a fire in my gut. Damn, I’m hard again. My cock twitches, eager, remembering the way she screamed for me. But I rein it in, kneeling to run my hands down her legs. Then my palm cups her neatly trimmed pussy. She gasps, her body arching toward my hand.
“Stop that,” I warn, teasing her clit. “Or I’ll end up licking you til you’re screaming my name again.”
She lifts a leg, draping it over my shoulder. “Now that,” she purrs, “sounds like a bloody brilliant idea.”
“Careful,” I blow a puff of air close to her pussy, “you’re wiped out, love. We’re here to clean up and then go home.” But my lady grinds her hips against my fingers, her body already calling for mine again.
“Fuck...” The primal urge floods through me. I’m a mobster, not a monk, and with her, restraint never lasts long. I grip her thighs and bury my mouth between her legs. She moans, her fingers threading through my hair as she rides my face, panting my name like a prayer.
It doesn’t take long before she’s pressed back against the wall, and I’m inside her again, slow at first, then helplessly lost.
When she breaks, I go with her. This time, I don’t fight it.