58. Rafael
Having her pinned against the wall in my art studio was driving me feral.
Whatever restraint I had left shattered.
I pulled my fangs free from her throat and licked the marks closed, moaning around the taste of her.
Sina reached up, cupping my face, one hand tangling in the ponytail at the back of my head, dragging me down to her mouth.
I groaned, helpless to resist, and crushed my lips to hers.
My hips flexed as I pushed into her, grinding against her core. She was already soaked. I could feel it through my jeans. Slick heat, desperate and ready. The knowledge shredded what was left of my restraint.
I needed to be inside her.
Now.
One hand locked on her ass, holding her exactly where I wanted her, pinning her there like she was part of the wall art itself. The other dropped to my fly. I freed my aching cock and lined myself up with her heat.
I broke the kiss, panting, my gaze dragging down her swollen lips, her flushed skin, the way her body trembled against mine.
“Are you ready for me?”
She nodded. The bond flared between us, a supernova of sensation, and suddenly I felt everything. Her lust and love for me rolled into one heady cocktail.
I slammed home.
Her breasts bounced as she cried out, head tipping back against the brick. Strands of her hair snagged on the rough surface behind her, her body arching helplessly into every thrust. She looked perfect like this. Pinned. Open. Wrecked. It satisfied the feral hum beneath my skin.
“You look beautiful pressed up on my wall. Just like the art I’ve painted of you.
” I fucked into her, pulling out and slamming back in, over and over.
She cried out again, eyes rolling shut, every sound she made carving itself into me.
“I should paint you like this. So I never forget how you look when you come apart on my cock.”
“Or you could just fuck me like this all the time.” She grinned with a darkness in her gaze that made me see red. Then she moved, a slow roll of her hips that drove me insane.
My hands gripped her ass, lifting her higher, driving her down on my cock harder with every thrust, her body bouncing against mine. Fast. Relentless. The need tore through me like fire.
I would never get enough.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, letting a thread of my influence seep into the bond.
Not compulsion. That was my hive's kink.
No, just enough of my power to sharpen every pleasure from my cock and my bite that she already felt, turning sensation into something blinding.
I wanted her as addicted to me as I was to her.
Like the good girl she was, she whimpered and obeyed, fumbling between us. I shifted my hips, giving her room, watching her face as soon as her fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves. The sound she made nearly undid me.
She hissed, teeth sinking into her lower lip. I caught her jaw and captured her lips, swallowing her sound as I took her harder, faster. The studio filled with the sound of us—breath, skin, the slap of bodies—echoing off brick and canvas like a confession.
She broke from my mouth with a scream, my name tearing from her throat as her body convulsed around me, heat spasming tight.
That sound. That was my undoing.
I leaned back to take her in fully. I had to see her face so I could burn her pleasure into my memory .
“You’re mine,“ I growled as I came deep inside her, holding her there, pinned and shaking, my forehead pressed to hers as the bond burned bright and violent between us.
I didn’t let her slide down. Didn’t let her go. She belonged right here, in my arms, against my wall, wrapped in my scent. My bear purred in savage satisfaction.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket, and I growled under my breath. The only people who had this number were my hive and Elias—so if one of them was calling, it mattered.
I fished it out of my jeans. Nikolai. I answered immediately. “What?”
“The rogue is in Sina’s apartment as we speak.”
My frustration puffed out in a sharp breath. I slowly lowered Sina back onto her feet and switched the phone to speaker.
“I’m sending you a live feed.”
The link came through and I clicked it. The fire escape filled the screen. A figure stepped out of the shadows. My bear seethed.
“Where are you, Rafe?” Nikolai growled. “She better be safe.”
“My studio.”
I glanced up at Sina. Her face had gone pale, her hands clutching her shirt to her chest. Fear rolled off her in waves, so strong it nearly drowned out whatever command my alpha was barking through the phone.Then her eyes met mine. Pure terror.
“That’s not the rogue.”
Even Nikolai went silent.
“Who is it then, Sina?” Low cut in, which I'm glad he did because I couldn't speak even if I wanted to, not around the noose of her emotions.
Her lip trembled. “It’s… Keith .”
“Fuck!” Kiron roared through the phone, and all hell broke loose on the other end of the line. Sina flinched at the sudden chaos .
“Bring her home now," Nikolai demanded.
“We're leaving now,” I said before I ended the call and pulled her straight into my arms, holding her tight.
“He’ll never touch you, honey,” I swore into her hair. “I promise.”
I’d die before I let anyone hurt her.