Chapter 6 #2
He growls against my slick flesh, the vibration shooting sparks straight to my womb. “Always so fucking wet for me, Tabby. Only ever for me.”
I should deny it. In a few days, I’m supposed to belong to another wizard. But the truth is carved into every trembling inch of me: no man has ever made me feel like this. No man ever will.
And when I toss my head back, biting my lip as pleasure soars, I can’t hide it.
I fist his hair shamelessly and rock against his mouth. I can’t stop, can’t breathe, can’t think past the wildfire he’s setting deep inside me.
Raiden doesn’t ease up. He lashes me with his tongue, relentless, merciless, until my thighs shake and my spine arches as orgasm crashes over me so hard, I sob his name into the dusty air.
He drinks me down like he’s dying of thirst, humming his approval against my pulsing flesh, drawing the climax out until I’m wrung out yet still aching for more.
He merely holds me in place and laps at me in reward.
“Raiden…”
“Give me more,” he rasps.
I can’t stop myself. He extracts a second climax from me, then a third until my lungs are on fire and my legs no longer have the strength to support me.
Only then does he rise, pressing slow, reverent kisses over the small curve of my belly. His palm splays there, protective and possessive. Something inside my chest cracks wide open.
His baby. Our baby. And for one terrifying, perfect moment he looks at the bump like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched.
Then his gaze lifts to mine—wild, unguarded, stripped raw—and I see the truth he’s never said aloud.
He feels the inexplicable bond between us, too.
This big, proud warrior cares for me and our baby somewhere in that thick skull. Despite his insistence otherwise, he is capable of love and devotion. He must be. Surely, he couldn’t touch me like this if he wasn’t.
The realization lasts half a heartbeat. Then he’s on me, lifting me to the desk and spreading my thighs wide to make room for his body. Papers scatter. The old phone clatters to the floor. I don’t care.
He shoves his jeans down to his knees. His cock springs free, thick and flushed and already wet at the tip. One blunt stroke through my folds and he’s nudging inside, stretching me open with that first perfect inch.
I whimper. He freezes, jaw clenched, eyes locked on where we’re joining.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps, voice shredded. “Remind me that you belong to Blackbourne. I’ll walk away.”
I should. God help me, I should.
Instead I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper. “No.”
He snarls—half triumph, half surrender—and drives into me in one long, punishing thrust that seats him to the hilt. My back bows. I toss back my head. The pleasure is so sharp it borders on pain, and still I want more.
“Fuck, Tabby,” he moans in my ear. “I’ve missed the feel of you. Day and night, you haunt me.”
Before I can reply, Raiden grips my hips tight enough to bruise me and sets a brutal rhythm, every stroke dragging over that secret spot inside me until I’m sobbing again, clawing at his shoulders, begging in broken whispers.
He leans over me, mouth at my ear. “You feel that, Tabby? Feel how deep I am?”
His words unravel me. I clench around him, helpless, as another climax coils viciously tight.
His fingers tighten. He begins to pant. His pace picks up. Sweat beads at his hairline, down his temples, across his back.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” he snarls, his eyes lost and angry, yet focused on me. “Every time I goddamn touch you, I can’t stop.”
I don’t know how to answer him, especially when I’m too steeped in pleasure to find words.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I squeeze my eyes shut because if I comply, I’ll be totally lost. Already, my heart is his. We both know it.
And even after this heated exchange of pleasure, he’ll leave me. It won’t matter if or when I mate with Sean Blackbourne, a part of me will always belong to Raiden Wolvesey.
“Damn it, look at me!” His voice cracks.
The sudden desperation in his tone—something I’ve never heard from him—forces my eyes open. His stare is fierce, possessive, claiming—like he’s looking straight into my soul and branding himself there.
God knows my heart beats only for him.
“That’s it. You look at me when you come on my cock,” he growls. “I want to watch you fall apart knowing exactly who’s destroying you.”
An instant later, I shatter—screaming, shaking, tears spilling—as wave after wave of ecstasy rips me open. Raiden follows with a guttural roar, slamming deep one last time and spilling hot inside me, pulse after pulse, as if he’s marking me all over again. As if claiming what’s already his.
“Tabby…” he groans out in a low, guttural growl as he shudders against me.
Then…we fall still.
For long moments, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the faint hum of traffic outside these walls.
Still buried deep inside me, he drops his forehead to mine, hands trembling as they cradle my face.
“Tabby…” My nickname breaks on his tongue like a prayer and a curse at once.
Then his whole body goes rigid.
“Bloody fucking hell!”
In a heartbeat, he’s pulling free, yanking up his jeans, and dragging his sweater over his head with frantic speed. The sudden emptiness inside me is its own agony.
“Get dressed.” He shoves my bra back into place with shaking hands. “Hurry!”
I scramble for my clothes, heart still thundering, legs barely holding me upright. My knickers are caught around one ankle; my skirts are tangled. And inside, I’m dying. “If you’re wishing now that you hadn’t touched me or—”
“That isn’t it.” He scowls as he hands me my shirt. “Someone’s coming. Hurry!”
Then I feel it, another presence.
My heart threatens to stop, even as it hammers relentlessly against my ribs.
Raiden steadies me until I’m able to yank everything into some semblance of order. The second everything’s in place, he spins toward the door, wand raised, body shielding mine.
Because even now—seconds after wrecking me in the most beautiful way possible, he’s ready to kill—or die—to keep me safe.
Heaven help me, I’ve never loved him more.