Chapter Thirty-Two
Marius
I watch Brigid come undone beneath me, her face flushed and hair wild. The sight of her pleasure ignites a carnal need within me.
I lift my head from between her plush thighs, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. Her chest heaves as she comes down from her climax, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“ You ’ re even more stunning when you come,” I tell her.
The scent of her arousal fills my senses, stoking the fire in my veins. Slowly, I crawl back up her body. Her gray eyes are hazy with lust as they meet mine. I capture her lips in a fierce kiss, letting her taste herself.
“ Did you enjoy that, little bird?” I murmur against her mouth.
She nods, still breathless. “ Yes,” she whispers.
“ Good,” I growl. “ Because I ’ m not done.”
I shed my clothes quickly, revealing the intricate tattoos that cover my body. Brigid ’ s eyes widen as she takes in my naked form, her gaze lingering and I see a flicker of apprehension cross her face.
“ Having second thoughts?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.
She swallows. “ No, I just... you ’ re really big.”
I smirk, running a hand down my length, my ego thoroughly stroked. “ Don ’ t worry, little bird. I ’ ll make sure you ’ re ready for me.”
Brigid bites her lip, desire and nervousness warring in her eyes.
My hand slides between her thighs again, finding her still slick and swollen. I hold her down by her hip as I circle her overly sensitive clit with my thumb, then ease two fingers inside her again, stretching her slowly. Brigid ’ s hips buck against my hand.
“ That ’ s it,” I murmur encouragingly. “ Open up for me.”
I work a third finger into her tight hole, relishing the way she clenches around me. Her breath comes in short pants as I pump my fingers in and out, preparing her for my cock.
When I feel she ’ s ready, I withdraw my hand and position myself between her spread thighs. The head of my cock notches against her entrance, and the contact almost makes me lose my mind.
“ Look at me,” I command.
Her gray eyes lock onto mine as I push inside. We both groan at the sensation. She ’ s tight, almost painfully so, but her body yields to me inch by inch.
Brigid gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I grit my teeth as I slow myself down, fighting the urge to slam all the way into her. “ You feel incredible,” I growl. “ So fucking perfect.”
When I ’ m finally fully sheathed inside her, I pause, giving her time to adjust. Her inner walls flutter around me, and I struggle to maintain control. Brigid’s eyes are wide, her lips parted.
“ Fuck,” Brigid breathes, her eyes wide as she adjusts to my size. “ You feel so big inside me.”
I groan at her words, fighting to hold still. “ And you feel fucking perfect wrapped around my cock. So tight and wet for me.”
Her cheeks flush at my crude praise. I roll my hips experimentally and she gasps, arching beneath me.
“ More,” she demands breathlessly. “ Please, Marius.”
Who am I to deny such a sweet request? I pull back slowly before thrusting deep, setting a steady rhythm. Brigid moans, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.
“ That ’ s it, little bird,” I growl. “ Take all of me.”
I increase my pace, slamming into her harder with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by our mingled gasps and groans, and I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle. Brigid keens as I hit deeper inside her. Her hands scrabble at my back and she scrapes my skin.
Good. I want her to mark me as I ’ m marking her.
“ You ’ re mine,” I snarl, possessiveness surging through me. “ Say it.”
Brigid ’ s eyes flash with defiance even as pleasure contorts her features. “ Make me,” she counters.
I growl at her challenge, a primal part of me roaring to life. “ As you wish, little bird.”
I pull out suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach before she can protest. Gripping her hips, I yank her ass up and plunge back inside her dripping cunt. Brigid cries out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
“ Who do you belong to?” I demand, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust.
She whimpers but doesn ’ t answer, stubborn to the last. I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I lean over her. My free hand snakes around to rub furious circles on her clit.
“ Tell me,” I hiss in her ear. “ Say you ’ re mine.”
Brigid trembles beneath me, caught between pleasure and defiance. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls clenching around my cock. I slow my pace, drawing out each thrust torturously.
“ Marius,” she whines. “ Please... ”
“ Please what?” I ask, nipping at her shoulder. “ What do you want, Brigid? "
“ Please,” Brigid begs, her resolve crumbling. “ I need... I need to come.”
I slow my thrusts even more, barely moving inside her. “ Then say it. Tell me you ’ re mine.”
She whimpers. I can feel how close she is, her pussy pulsing around my cock. Just a few more strokes and she ’ d fall over the edge.
But I hold back, waiting.
Finally, she breaks. Brigid cries out, “ I ’ m yours, Marius. Please, just let me come!”
A surge of satisfaction rushes through me. I reward her surrender by slamming back into her at a punishing pace. My fingers work her clit furiously as I pound into her from behind.
“ That ’ s my good girl,” I praise. “ Come on my cock, Brigid. Now.”
She obeys instantly, screaming my name as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy clamps down on me, the sensation pushing me over the edge as well. With a deep groan, I bury myself to the hilt and come hard, spilling deep inside her.
We collapse onto the bed, panting heavily, and I roll to the side. The only sound in the room is our breathing, and we stay like that for several minutes.
“ You should probably break up with your boyfriends now,” I tease.
“ Marius, there ’ s—” Brigid starts.
“ Brigid, I ’ m joking.” I ’ d love nothing more than for Brigid to never see any of those numbnuts again, but I know she cares about them. It also won ’ t matter soon.
“ Oh.” There ’ s a note of disappointment in her tone. She starts to pull a blanket over her naked body, but I whip out my hand to stop her.
“ It ’ s not because I don ’ t want you, Brigid.” I turn over to face her, and cup her face, turning it so I can look into her eyes. “ I do.”
More than anything, I realize.
The need to be with Brigid is the only thing that ’ s ever felt stronger than the destiny ingrained in me my entire life. My entire purpose for being here.
“ Marius, I don ’ t think I could stop being with the others even if I wanted to.” Her pupils are wide in the dim light. “ Which I don ’ t,” she quickly adds.
“ I figured,” I tell her, rubbing my thumb across her cheek. “ You have a mate bond with them?”
She nods, her eyes never leave mine, waiting.
“ Brigid?” This is really going to fucking complicate things. “ I ’ m pretty sure we do, too.”
She doesn ’ t say a word, just grabs my head, pulling me in close until my lips are on hers again.