Chapter 19
Lynn
We didn’t even make it to the bed. The moment I let myself in Cobra’s room, our room, he pressed me up against the wall beside the door and kissed me breathless.
“What have you done to me?” he groaned, gripping my hip hard as one hand dove into my hair. “I went fucking insane without you.”
“Good.” I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him up against me. “Piss me off again, and I hope you lose your mind.”
His laugh was low, delighted. “Just tell me you missed me, too.”
I blinked owlishly. “But I thought we weren’t lying to each other.”
“Asshole,” he murmured, licking into my mouth and devouring me in another kiss, both of us panting for air, hands exploring with ravenous greed.
I moaned when he shoved down the waistband of my pants and brushed two fingers over my clit.
Rough, maddening pressure made my toes curl.
Possessive, territorial demand made my heart pound and something like relief, like sunshine, pour through the darkness in my chest.
You are mine, that touch snarled, and I was more than happy to agree.
“Cobra,” I said in a breathy tone I barely recognised.
Venom-green eyes met mine, held like a declaration, like a threat. Liquid heat dripped from me, welcoming his fingers as they slid inside, his thumb unforgiving on my clit.
“I missed you,” I gasped against his wicked mouth. “So fucking much.”
His other thumb caressed my cheek, fingers buried in my hair, and his kiss gentled until I didn’t recognise him, didn’t recognise who I was with him. Deep, all-consuming strokes of his tongue mirrored the slow way his fingers brought me to the edge.
His mouth left mine to scrape his teeth down my throat, closing around my pulse hard enough to leave impressions of his canines on my neck even if he didn’t break the skin.
“I want to bite you everywhere. I want you covered in my marks, my bruises, my fingerprints. I want you to fight me, to fight your demons, and I want to watch you come apart so fucking beautifully as you win that fight.”
My toes curled. My legs began to weaken.
“Will you take my cock and let me fuck you so hard we leave cracks on the wall?”
I nodded fast, my face hot. Couldn’t take my eyes off him when he drew back to look at me, obsession dark in his stare.
“Will you take my bark?”
My back arched. I tightened around his fingers as his pace quickened. “Yes.”
“You’ll let me do anything. Let me own every part of you.”
“Let?” I panted, baring my teeth. “Never. You’ll have to take it.”
His eyes rolled at the same time my inner muscles gripped his fingers in an orgasm so powerful it washed away the last few days, washed away the last few years of my life. I fell against the wall, my body too heavy, legs like jelly, and Cobra caught me with a groan. His head fell onto my shoulder.
It took me a long time to realise the darkness had never risen to choke me, and the past stayed where it belonged. It took me even longer to realise why Cobra was limp against me, breathing hard.
A smug smile curved my lips. I ran a fingertip down the back of his neck and felt him shudder against me. “Did you just come in your pants?”
“Shut up,” he muttered against my skin, fingers curling inside me in a promise of retribution.
I laughed. “Aw, you did. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Keep talking, asshole, see what happens.”
“What, you’ll give me more orgasms? Oh, no…”
“Fucking smartass,” he groaned, dragging his teeth over my shoulder. “Let’s see if you’re so smug when I’ve got you tied up under me.”
I widened my eyes when he pulled back, guiding his fingers out of me with a level of care that made my heart squeeze. “You’re ready to go again, so soon? And here I thought you might need a few minutes to recover.”
His dark scowl told me he did, and I snickered.
I yelped when he threw me over his shoulder, the ease of the movement surprising as much as it was thrilling. I was safe here, and for the moment I was so happy to be back in this room, in his arms, that my darkness was kept at bay.
“I need a few minutes. You, however, can come for me again. Shall we say three more times?”
“You’re joking.” I waited a moment as he carried me across the room. “Right.”
Three? Was he fucking insane?
Cobra threw me onto the bed, a predatory look in his eye, and there was my answer: yes, he was very much insane. “Wrong.”