Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
“I can't believe I'm really going to do this.”
Steel analyzed every inflection in Rose’s voice to make sure there was nothing there he needed to be concerned about. All he could detect was excitement and a tiny thread of nervousness.
From here on out, he had decided it was his job to make sure Rose never worried about another thing, never felt fear, never wondered who she was, and never felt trapped.
She was his, and he needed to make sure she never regretted her decision to stay with him rather than go to Eagle and find her own freedom.
That the freedom she wanted was there with him, still left him in disbelief.
“I can't wait to see my mark on your skin.” His hand slipped up under the shirt she was wearing—one of his and he was never going to get tired of seeing her in his clothes—and ran his fingertips over her breast.
“You know we’re going to have to take the shirt off to do this, right?
” Rose asked, and this time he could hear the clear amusement in her tone.
When he growled, she laughed. “And you can't kill your friend for touching my breast when it’s the only way to get the tattoo on my skin. The tattoo that you wanted me to get.”
“You saying you don't want it, little ladybug?” he asked as his hand dipped, trailing down her flat stomach and then slipping under the waistband of her leggings.
“You're not wearing underwear,” he said on a groan as he felt her bare skin as his hand slid lower until a fingertip hovered just above her needy little bud.
“No,” Rose answered, as she shifted a little, trying to get his fingers where she wanted them.
Only, he had no intention of touching her until he was ready.
She was his to play with, an equal to him in every other way except in the bedroom.
There she was his to make come over and over again until she couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could barely breathe through all the pleasure bombarding her body.
“Patience,” he warned as Rose squirmed again.
“Lion is going to be here any minute to start the tattoo, you can't put your hand there and then leave me hanging,” she said, her voice just shy of a whine, and he smirked.
“I can do whatever I want, you're mine, aren't you?” Touching a fingertip to her bundle of nerves, he feathered circles on it.
“Maybe I’ll work you right to the edge and then stop, make you sit there while Lion does the tattoo, knowing it was your own bratty fault that you weren't allowed to get off.”
“You wouldn't.” Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout, and Steel couldn’t resist leaning in and nipping at it.
“Oh, little ladybug, I absolutely would. Or maybe I’ll sink into you, get myself off, but not let you come, then make you sit on me while you get your tattoo.”
Rose giggled, and the sound was so soft, and light, and free that his heart thudded hard in his chest as it swelled with emotion.
“Okay, now that I know you wouldn't do. You don’t want Lion to see my breast, even though he has to in order to do the tattoo, no way you’re going to let him see me naked and stretched around you. ”
Okay, so she had him on that one. But he absolutely would teach his little brat a lesson and not let her get off.
Shoving her leggings down her legs, Steel pushed his sweatpants aside enough to free himself, then snatched Rose off the couch and onto his lap, slamming home in one thrust.
She cried out as he filled her, but her fingers clawed at his shoulders, and she was already trying to rock her hips to get some friction.
Couldn’t have that.
Pinning her hands was awkward with the cast on one of them, but his hands were so much larger than her wrists, and he was able to hold them both together and against his chest. His other hand grabbed her hip, holding her still and making her pout again.
“Told you, little ladybug, you're not going to come. You're going to feel me fill you up, and then you're going to sit there with my cum dripping out of you while you get your tattoo and remind yourself that only good girls get to come.”
“You're mean,” she whined, and Steel just laughed.
“You have no idea, little ladybug. Playing with you is going to be fun.”
Because Lion could come at any moment, and Rose was right that he didn't want anyone but him seeing her naked ever again, his grip on her hip tightened as he began to move her up and down on his length.
“Don’t come,” he warned Rose when he felt her internal muscles flutter around him. It wasn't much of a punishment for sassing back at him like a brat if she got exactly what she wanted.
Being inside his girl had him seconds away from finding release, especially when he didn't have to make sure they came together, and Steel adjusted his position as he picked up the pace.
Thrusting his hips up into Rose as he used his grip on her hip to slide her up and down his length, he came with a growl as a powerful orgasm tore through his body with the power of a hurricane.
A split second later, he heard Rose cry out as her internal muscles clamped around his and she found an orgasm of her own.
Narrowing his eyes at his naughty little ladybug, she merely grinned back at him, looking smug. “What?” she asked, all innocently. “I can't help it that that position made me see stars. Two weeks ago, I didn't even think I was interested in sex, and now I can come without any external stimulation.”
Since she seemed so pleased with herself, Steel found he couldn’t be too annoyed with her.
He was going to punish her later for coming though.
“I hope you enjoyed that orgasm of yours, little ladybug, because once Lion finishes with your tattoo, I’m taking you up to my bed and I'm going to edge you for hours, until you're begging and pleading, promising to do anything I want as long as I let you come.”
Rose shivered, and her internal muscles fluttered around him again, apparently already aroused at the thought of her punishment.
“Uh, maybe you guys should finish up in there, because I really don’t want to get beaten up for doing the job Steel ordered me to do,” Lion called out from just outside the door.
Lifting Rose off him, Steel set her back on the couch. “One moment,” he yelled back to Lion.
Since he didn't want Rose getting an infection from constantly walking around covered in his cum, he satisfied himself with the fact that she would soon be wearing his mark anyway, and hurried to the door.
Edging it open, just enough to look out, he scanned the items Lion had with him. “You got a wet cloth or something to clean up blood?”
“I got this.” Lion held up a damp towel.
“Perfect. Go get another,” he ordered as he disappeared back into the room, closing the door behind him.
By the time he’d wiped Rose clean and pulled her leggings back up to cover her, then helped her get comfortable on the couch, Lion was walking into the room.
“What position is going to be most comfortable? I don’t want this hurting you,” he said to Rose.
“I don’t think it’s going to make a difference, I'm hurting from head to toe,” Rose replied, sounding amused again.
“Blade,” Steel bellowed. “Bring painkillers. Now.”
“Do you have to scream like that?” Lion winced. “The guy could hear you if you whispered his name from anywhere in the mansion.”
Steel merely shrugged. “You can hold my hand, squeeze it if you need to.”
Rose’s smile softened, and she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “I think you know I can handle the pain. How many times have we had sex since I broke my ribs? But since you seem to have a problem with me being in pain, I’ll hold your hand, and you can squeeze mine if you need to.”
Lion huffed a chuckle, and Blade snorted as he walked into the room, making Steel glare at both of them.
He’d already gotten his tattoo earlier that day, and Rose had snuggled beside him on the couch, her head resting on his stomach while Lion worked. The feel of her tucked close had been so perfect that he’d told Lion to take his time, drag out the moment as long as possible.
Deciding he’d do the same for his girl, after she took the painkillers with an eye roll and a smile of indulgence, he shifted her position on the couch so he could lie beside her, and then Lion got to work.
Since tattooing on the breast he’d bitten would lead to infections, they’d taken a photo of the bite that Lion had then used to make a template to tattoo her other breast.
They were almost done when the living room door suddenly banged open and a very uncharacteristically panicked Dragon appeared. Blade had stuck around, and Thunder and Voodoo had appeared at some point during the tattooing process, so now all six of their heads turned to look at the man.
“It’s Cassandra,” Dragon told them. “She just called me. Something’s wrong.”
Dragon will do anything to keep Cassandra safe when she’s dragged into the danger surrounding his team in the second book in the action packed and emotionally charged Prey Security: Delta Team series!
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