Interim #3
I shuffled him back, pushed him onto the couch, dropped to my knees on the floor between his legs and heard his throaty, “Cat.”
But I was too busy with the fly on his jeans.
I released it. I pulled his hard cock free. I gave myself time to take in its exquisite shape, its healthy girth, its delicious length, before I swallowed it, taking so much, I was nearly gagging.
It was worth it when Tanyn fisted a hand in my hair, grunted, “Baby,” and bucked up into my mouth.
I sucked, bobbing. I engaged my hands, one stroking, one cupping and squeezing his balls.
When I did that, he surged out of the couch so he was standing and could better fuck my mouth, though, throughout his movements, I did not allow him to unlatch.
Even if he was face fucking me, I still kept at him and kept at him and kept doing it until he hauled me up with a hand under my arm.
My dress was a goner, because he tore it off me.
My panties and bra the same.
Yes, both of these turned me on exponentially more than I was already turned on, and I was seriously freaking turned on.
Then I was on my knees on the couch, facing the back of it.
Tanyn tipped my hips with both hands, before he bent over me, wrapped one arm around my chest, the hand cupping my breast, and the other one he used to guide himself to me.
He lined up.
And thrust inside.
Feeling him fill me, feeling the beauty of us complete, my head flew back, hitting his shoulder, and I cried out.
“Bloody fucking hell,” Tanyn groaned into my neck as he fucked me hard, rocking my ass back into his hips, pinching and twisting my nipple.
I panted, held on to the back of the couch so he wouldn’t fuck me into it, or over it, and my world exploded when he found my clit with the fingers on his other hand.
That felt so good, I jerked in his hold.
“Tanyn,” I gasped.
“Harder.”
I slammed into his rhythm, hearing our flesh slapping together, my pussy squeezing, my breaths raspy.
“Fuck me harder,” he growled.
I bucked into him.
He tugged at my nipple, and between that, his cock, his finger at my clit, I reached back to grip his hair and pressed my head into his shoulder as I detonated, whimpering his name, quivering in his arms.
My world black.
My world Tanyn.
“Yes, my beautiful Catla,” he grunted, extending my climax by using his arm around my chest to keep me driving back into his thrusting hips at the same time his hand pushed between my legs, his long, strong fingers surrounding our connection, and the intimacy of that made me tremble anew.
Suddenly, he jerked in, filling me full.
I mewed deeply in pleasure.
And he stuffed his face in my neck, sucking hard at my flesh then groaning against my skin as he unloaded in me.
He kept me full as he came down, then he started gliding inside, his lips moving sweetly against my neck, his hand coming from between my legs to round my waist so he was holding me in both arms.
So…
Yes.
Proof positive angry sex was good.
But in this instance, as mind-boggling as that was, it didn’t change a godsdamn thing.
I pulled away.
“Baby,” he whispered, his arms tightening.
“Fuck you and let me go,” I demanded.
He hesitated, two moments too long for my liking, but he let me go.
I slid away from him, ripped off my pumps, ran to my coat, swung it on my shoulders, then, holding it closed at the front, ran to the steps that took me to my bedroom, which was loft-style, open to the rest of the two-story penthouse.
I went right to the closet, programmed some underwear and a lounge outfit, and off to the bathroom I went to clean him from me.
Back to the closet, I got dressed.
That done, I stormed out. I looked down over the landing, seeing he’d put his sweater back on. Righted his jeans. And he was standing at my floor-to-ceiling windows that had a view of the Dolphin Sea.
But his head was tilted back, gaze on me.
I marched down the stairs and stopped at the bottom of them.
“Now that’s done, you can get out,” I invited.
“Catla—”
“No. I’m released. We’re done. You said so yourself.”
“Let me—”
“No, I think you said all that needed to be said. I said what I needed in my note to you. We clearly had to get that out of our systems.” I swung an arm toward the couch to explain my words. “We’re over.”
“I’m falling in love with you.”
By Lilith, hearing him say that, how did I keep my feet under me?
Fortunately, I was just that angry, I did.
“You’ll get over it.”
He started walking my way. “And you’re falling in love with me.”
He didn’t quit walking, so I started retreating.
And kept fighting.
“Fuck you.”
“We will again, in a minute, but we need to sort this out.”
“We won’t again, ever. You’re leaving.”
I put the kitchen island between us (my kitchen was outfitted to actually cook, not that I needed it, so I didn’t need that island, except it had stools around it so I could sit and eat there).
He kept coming.
I halted in order to stand my ground and demanded, “Stop! This is not going to happen, Your Majesty.”
Again with the demon speed, damn him, and I was pressed against the Chill-Cupboard, trapped by his body. Though, this time, his hands were on my neck with his thumbs at my jaw, forcing me to stare in his amazing face.
“No contract, we’re courting. But at the end of it, you are going to be my queen,” he announced.
“Not gonna happen,” I retorted.
“Tell me you haven’t been thinking of me.”
I had.
All the time.
Yearning for him.
“I haven’t.”
“You’re lying.”
I pushed at him and snapped, “Get away from me!”
He didn’t budge, but held on tighter, and said, “All I can do is think of you.”
This farging male.
He was eviscerating me.
“Well, you should have thought of that before you sent me away.”
“I told you, you could stay.”
“You didn’t mean it.”
“I’d had my pride stung.”
“Oh yes. I got that, sire. You made that abundantly clear. You also scraped me right the hells off before I had a chance to apologize for it.”
“But you did anyway,” he whispered, and I knew, with the way those words sounded, my note meant a lot to him.
Fuck that too.
“Yes, I did. Because you deserved it. What I did not deserve was you going balls to the wall to win me, telling me you’d never let me go, that I was yours, and you were mine, and then making that not so in one fell swoop of your kingly hand.”
He dropped his forehead to mine, and his voice was rough when he said, “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
With an almighty heave and some of my own demon strength, I pushed from his cage, but I only took one step to the side before I confronted him again.
“Tell me how you’d feel, I took you to my childhood home.
It was an emotional journey, one you were not prepared for.
And then I gave you Hurley. And Zyr. And Manny.
Avie. The lynx. Your mother’s cove. Laying myself bare to you.
” I spiked toward him. “Showing you everything. Giving you everything. In two days.” I straightened and spiked two fingers in the air.
“It took just two days. And less than two days later, I swept it all away.”
“And now I’m back,” he pointed out.
“So what?” I demanded. “What happens the next time I sting your pride, Your Majesty?”
“We’ll fight. Or sulk. Or whatever the fuck. Then we’ll fuck and get on with it.”
I crossed my arms on my chest and asked, “So you have it all figured out?”
“I know Catla Truelock would not let me fuck her on her couch unless she wanted my cock, and all that came with it.”
“That was an angry goodbye fuck.”
“That was a, yes angry, and totally spectacular we’re-doing-this fuck,” he contradicted.
“I’m not a yo-yo, sire,” I hissed.
“Then don’t leave me again.”
He was unbelievable!
“I didn’t leave you!” I shouted. “You kicked me out.”
“I was hurt. I was feeling a lot of things. I know I don’t have to remind you, darling, I got tremendously bad news the day before.”
I hated it that he only called me darling when he was annoyed with me.
Though I didn’t get the chance to tell him that because he was still talking.
“Your mom demanded an audience and verbally handed me my ass. Your dad was up next, and he told me he didn’t give a shit if he used every last Truelock mark, I was obviously not making his daughter happy, so the arrangement was null.
I was not in the mood for any of this, and I made an ill-advised play. ”
“Finally. Something we agree on.”
But…
Dad said that?
“Now, you threw Sigil in my face, you tell me,” he began. “I did all that to you, what would you do?”
I was breathing heavy, my heart was beating hard, and neither of these benefitted from this challenge.
Because the answer was, I’d do something ill-advised, and possibly damaging, and fuck everything up.
What made matters worse, he knew my answer, he sensed me caving, and his voice was gorgeous when he said gently, “Come here, baby.”
“No,” I denied.
“Right.” He looked to the bag I’d put on the island and back to me. “What are we having for dinner?”
Mm-hmm.
Unbelievable.
“I am having lobster ravioli from Lion’s Mane. And there’s only enough for one.”
He pulled out his Palm, put his attention and thumbs to it, then tucked it back in his pocket and said, “In fifteen minutes, there’ll be enough for two.”
This farging male.
I’m falling in love with you.
Godsdammit.
I’m falling in love with you.
Damn it!
“I’ll open the wine,” he said, then went to my glassed-in wine closet like he personally paid the marks to own this flat.
I’m falling in love with you.
Damn it.
He was right.
I was falling too.
That emptiness?
Gone.
The yearning?
Vanished.
The sex?
Fah-argh-ing mega.
Watching him move, so commanding, so graceful, even just pulling out bottles of wine and checking the labels?
Turn the dial to off, I was done.
Somehow, I’d managed to get unscrewed, and it felt like I was more screwed than ever, only to get screwed again (in more than one way), and it felt great.
Annnnnnnd…
I was back to a mess.
And that little part of my brain?
It was happy as a clam.
Shit.