Chapter 20
Raeleen
Blowing out a nervous breath, I smoothed down my skirt as I walked toward the door. Penny had waddled to our bedroom as soon as the doorbell had sounded. She was probably hiding under the bed, part of me wanted to hide under there with her. I was equal parts nervous and excited about tonight.
Opening the door, I smiled at Pyre. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he said, stepping inside my home as I moved aside. “Boots off?”
I looked down at his boots. “Oh, they’re okay on.” I had on a pair of heels and an apron over my clothes. “Dinner’s almost ready. You can take a seat at the table if you want…” I trailed off as he followed me into the kitchen.
“I’ll wait in here,” he said. “Smells good.”
“Thank you.” I went to the stove and grabbed the oven mitt while opening the door.
“What’re we having?”
I made the mistake of looking at him as I bent down, simultaneously reaching into the oven to pull the Prime Rib out, and the top of my hand hit the rack as I missed the pan. Hissing, I yanked my hand back.
I’d barely made it to a standing position when he grabbed my wrist and gently pulled me over to the kitchen sink. He turned on the tap and placed my hand under the cool water. He was examining my skin as though an alligator had tried to gnaw off my appendage versus just a small burn.
“It’s okay,” I said, patting his shoulder for lack of anything else to do. “I’m okay.”
“I’ll get it. Stay there. Keep that under the water.” He was over at the stove, pulling the meat out of the oven before I could argue.
I bit back a smile at his demands. They didn’t bother me at all because he was being commanding in a sweet way.
Because he was worried that I’d hurt myself.
I could tell by the way he was scowling.
We may have only gone on a few dates, but I was already starting to be able to read his expressions, even if they mostly consisted of scowls, glares, and grim looks.
He set the pan down on top of the stove, tossed the oven mitt onto the counter, and came back over to me. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, thank you. It’s just a small burn.
” I smiled up at him as I shut off the water.
He looked like he wanted to argue, but I was already moving past him to save the rest of dinner before it burned on top of the stove.
It only took about five more minutes of cutting the meat and plating everything before we were sitting next to each other at my dining room table.
“Oh! What happened?” I asked, leaning toward him and running a light touch over the dark bruise on his left forearm.
He looked down at it as if it was nothing more than an annoyance. His next words only confirmed that it was. “It’s nothing. Wasn’t fast enough to avoid a hit.”
My mouth dropped open. “What?”
His eyes locked onto me, reading the shock that was written on my face and he explained, “Training with my brothers. I wasn’t fast enough to avoid a punch and blocked it instead.”
“You guys must train hard…”
“We do.” He cut a bite of Prime Rib and put it in his mouth, then he froze and his eyes shut.
Seeing the look on his face made my mouth go dry and completely distracted me from his injured arm.
He groaned and my pulse leapt. Those pretty blue eyes opened, and he looked at me in surprise. “This is damn good.”
“Thank you.” It was all I could manage not to squeak the words out because now he was watching me like he wanted to eat me.
Or maybe I was imagining things? The last time we'd been together he’d kissed me like he wanted me.
I hoped my standoffishness hadn’t made him change his mind because I’d invited him over here to seduce him.
Having made my mind up, I wanted to see where we could take things.
The original plan had been to wait until after dinner. Now I wasn’t so sure I wanted to. I searched his face, we were both quiet just watching one another. The words stuck in my throat. I wasn’t bold enough to tell him what I wanted, so I leaned over and kissed him.
His strong hand went to the back of my neck, keeping me in place as he deepened the kiss.
He was always so damn demanding, and it made my heart pound.
I wanted him to tell me what to do, to order me around, and make me his.
That was what I liked in bed. But I wanted him to treat me well outside of it.
“Rae,” he groaned as he pulled back.
“Don’t stop,” I demanded.
His eyes narrowed as he searched my expression. “You’re sure?”
I nodded and bit my lip.
Instantly his hand returned to the back of my neck and he tugged me closer. Our lips were almost touching, and his warm breath fanned over my skin as he said, “I’m not going to stop unless you tell me to.”
He wasn’t going to hear those words from me. I closed the distance once more and pressed our mouths together. I didn’t get the chance to yelp as he dragged me out of my chair and sat me on his lap. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against me through his pants and I ground down.
“Rae,” he snarled as his mouth moved down my throat. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
My hands were in his hair, pulling his mouth back up so I could kiss him again. We were both frantic and our kisses were wild. The sounds we were making should have embarrassed me, but I couldn’t think past what his lips and tongue were doing.
His large hand slid under my top and palmed my breast. The warmth of his touch was like a fire on my skin. Then his thumb was brushing over the hardened tip, making me whimper into his mouth. I broke the kiss and gasped, “Pyre.”
His arm went under my ass, holding my body against his as he stood up.
“The bedroom is-”
“Too far,” he said, interrupting.
My gasp was pure shock as he bent and swept his free arm over the table, sending our plates crashing to the floor. He laid me back on the surface
“Pyre!”
“I’ll clean it up later,” he muttered as he grabbed the hem of my blouse and started yanking it up.
I should be irritated, but his eagerness was thrilling.
He was usually so in control, and seeing him like this was turning me on.
Correction, I was already turned on, this was threating to make me ignite.
I didn’t have time to worry about the mess or even the fact that I was now naked from the waist up—I didn’t know where the bra I’d been wearing had disappeared to—and lying on my kitchen table. His mouth closed around my nipple and the suction he applied made me arch.
“God, you taste good, Little Reaper,” he said.
I had no response for him. I was too busy trying not to moan so loudly the neighbors would hear it.
It’d been a long time since I’d been touched, and I’d never been touched like this.
If my brain could hang on to a thought, I’d need to catalogue it away to ask him about that nickname.
Ainsley had mentioned once that when these men named you it was serious.
My thoughts splintered as he gave my nipple a tug with his teeth.
“Pyre, please,” I begged.
His blue eyes lifted, and they were so intense it felt like they were piercing me. “You ready to be mine?”
My eyes widened.
“Say it,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Say, I’m yours, Pyre,” he growled, his hands tugging my skirt up to my waist.
I moaned when he ripped my panties straight off my body. “I’m yours, Pyre,” I repeated, more than happy to say the words.
His palm came down on the table next to my head as he leaned over me, staring down into my eyes. “This isn’t a joke, Rae. It’s not for one night. Belonging to me is forever.”
I blinked up at him, trying to hold the tears at bay.
That sounded like everything I wanted. Everything I’d been looking for.
Something I’d been scared to grab hold of until now.
This was all happening so fast. Not the sex.
I came into this tonight prepared for sex.
And I knew having it with him would be intense and soul searing.
I wanted that. Claiming me and making his old lady was what was happening quickly.
“You’re...sure?” I asked, repeating his question from earlier.
“I’m an asshole, Reaper,” he said, one side of his lips lifting into a sardonic grin. “I knew three years ago I wanted to make you mine.”
My eyes widened, and though I had questions about why he’d waited so long, those could also wait.
“I’m yours, Pyre,” I repeated, because this man had been in my thoughts since I’d first seen him.
And now that I knew it was mutual, and I’d spent at least enough time around him that I knew I enjoyed his company, I wanted what he was offering.
We could figure the rest out later. “Everything that means, I’m yours. ”
If he turned out differently than I thought, well, I had my family’s support, and they’d back me up if I needed to end it.
I knew deep down though that this was it.
He was mine. I was his. This was what I’d been dreaming of since I was a little girl.
The all-consuming kind of love that I’d hoped existed.
He cupped my cheek with his free hand, planted a quick kiss on my lips, then sat back down in his chair. His hands went to my thighs, spreading them so that he could feast. His head ducked between my legs and I had to grab the sides of the table so that I didn’t shoot off and onto the floor.
“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he groaned before licking me again.
It wasn’t just wet, I was dripping. He had me all worked up just from some kissing.
He pushed two fingers into me and his tongue went for the place where I needed it most. It was only a few short seconds and he was curling his fingers, rubbing the spot inside me that had the ability to make me scream. He already seemed to know exactly what I liked.
“Come on my tongue, Reaper,” he ordered before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I couldn’t disobey his order if I wanted to. Pleasure was already building low in my belly. His tongue and fingers were driving me toward the edge.
“Let go, Rae,” he said, his tone softening, as his eyes lifted and caught mine. “Come for me.”
The orgasm slammed into me, making me arch and my body shake.
Pyre kept his eyes locked with mine as I fell apart, and he was smiling when he pulled his mouth from me. He removed his fingers and sucked them clean.
Why was that so sexy?
He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. Grasping my hips, he tugged me toward the edge of the table. Then he reached down and undid his jeans, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a condom.
I watched, floating along in post orgasmic bliss, as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down, freeing his dick. My eyes widened. He was by far the biggest lover I’d had. I pushed up onto my elbows, watching as he rolled the condom over himself.
It didn’t matter to me that he was fully clothed while I was sprawled over the table with just my skirt around my waist. In fact, that was kind of sexy.
He looked up at me, caught me watching him, then narrowed his eyes. “Are you a virgin?”
The snort caught us both by surprise and I blushed at the sound I’d made, then said, “No. I’ve had sex before.”
“Just checking how gentle I need to be,” he told me with a smirk.
I wanted to tell him not to bother, but that was probably too soon. He didn’t need to know yet that I liked it a bit rough in bed. A bit of hair pulling, spanking, the works. I’d let him know for next time.
His hands returned to my hips and he positioned himself. His blue eyes were still watching me, and when he pushed inside, his lids lowered to half-mast.
“Fucking hell,” he growled, his voice tight.
I was full. So full. Stretched. And I loved every second of it.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed, reaching up and putting my hands on his biceps, trying to pull him closer. “Give me more.”
“You want more?” he teased.
“Yes,” I begged, because while this was amazing, there was a part of me that knew it could be better if he’d just move.
“Anything you want, Baby Girl,” he groaned, then gave me what I was asking for.
He began to pump in and out of me, his movements slow and deliberate, allowing me to get used to his size. I dug my nails into his biceps and moaned, “Yes. You feel so good.”
He grinned down at me. “Where did this little wildcat come from?”
Just because I was quiet and a bit shy outside of bed didn’t mean I was a prude, though most people assumed that was exactly what it meant.
He moved his hips, grinding against me.
“Oh my God!” I gasped. “Do that again.”
His lips tilted up, and he did, again and again. He was hitting the spot inside me that made my eyes nearly cross and the pleasure begin to build. “Mmmph, you’re so damn tight, Baby Girl.”
“I’m so close,” I moaned, arching my hips up to meet his thrusts.
“Come,” he demanded, his breathing heavy.
The command did it. It was as though my body was waiting for it. My muscles tightened, then everything detonated. White spots danced in front of my eyes and my entire body shook with the force of the pleasure coursing through me.
Pyre let out a string of curses as he slammed into me and came. He didn’t pull out right away. He leaned over me, his forehead pressed to mine as we both tried to catch our breath.
“That was…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence.
“Fan-fucking-tastic?”
I laughed, then nodded.
“Yeah, Baby Girl, it was. Hang on to me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. It didn’t take long until we were lying on my bed, curled up together and my eyes were getting heavy. “We didn’t finish dinner.”
“Let’s take a nap then we’ll go eat,” he said into my ear. His voice was all deep and rumbly and soothing. He was holding me close to his chest, arms wrapped around me from behind.
“That’s nice,” I said, voice sleepy. I wasn’t sure the last time I’d felt so content.