20. Only One Thing Left to Say
Chapter 20
Only One Thing Left to Say
A fter days spent traveling around in non-sensical patterns, using a multitude of different human transportation methods, we finally made it to Germany.
There were a few moments when the Austrian’s eyes would linger a breath too long on my lips, but for the most part, Phillip was unusually determined to get the two of us to where we needed to go.
I’d never admit how disappointed I was that he hadn’t kissed or really even touched me over the last few days. I expected him to be all hands and lips after everything we’d been through. I’d even hinted to the jerk a few times that I was ready to be enslaved to his clever fingers and thrusting hips, but not even once did he do anything about it.
Oblivious asshole…
Either he was too goddamn focused on getting the hell out of dodge—not that I could blame him—or the Austrian was second-guessing that little clandestine moment where our bodies merged and we forgot about all the shit going wrong between us. I certainly hoped it was the former. I couldn’t deal with another cat-and-mouse game with the love allergic Hunter. Not when I’d never been so desperate to live like it was my last day on Earth and be with him, body and soul, regardless of what tomorrow brought .
Tossing my bag onto a nearby table, I gave the underground bunker a quick onceover. From what I could see, there was only one bed, a small kitchenette area, and the rest of the room was filled with everything one could need for lab experiments. I eyed the man who’d been the bane of my existence since our eyes met in my high school Biology class.
Phillip was unloading a pack of different things, mostly weapons. His hair was styled back away from his face with product that smelled like everything good in the world. Some of his gorgeous black hair came loose around his eyes as he vigorously parsed through his belongings.
Calm down there, sparky. We only just got here.
Finally, he found his ridiculously tiny laptop. A thin sheen of sweat collected on the gorgeous bad boy’s brow, and I watched a bead travel down his face and stop to hang out like a bad friend on his strong jaw. I’d never been so envious of something in all my life.
I want to lick his sweat away and watch him squirm.
Before I could tear my eyes away from the enticing meal that was my partner, Phillip’s magnetic gaze swept over to me, and my spine straightened the second his lips twitched upwards in an ungodly sexy way. “Planning to stand there all day, lass?”
Lifting my chin, I motioned to the noticeably one-person-appropriate quarters. “This seems a little small for the two of us, especially considering you’re a mountain troll.”
Palming his gorgeous hair back into place, Phillip chuckled a little before glancing at the bed. That one look of his before his luminous artic blues slid back over to me did things to my pulse I’d nearly forgotten about.
When he set down one of his daggers on the metal table, it clacked loudly, sending my heart into a tizzy, giving me totally away to the other Hunter. But I didn’t have time to berate myself before Phillip was in front of me, his size dwarfing mine.
The black shirt he wore stretched over his pecs like he’d washed it one too many times and now it was two sizes too small. Bet the bastard did it on purpose so I’d look thirstier than I actually was. His pierced nipples were distracting, and I licked my lips like I was about to have dinner.
Nothing but meat on tonight’s menu .
The lame pun practically told itself.
I’m shameless and punny.
My eyes strayed a little too long to trace each strong line of his torso, and I internally bemoaned how I was pretty much a thirsty bitch without his help. I struggled to recover as the other Hunter leaned in, the gleam of his face piercings catching my eye before I was boxed into the wall by a pair of massive arms and a door-wide chest.
Holy fuck!
“I’d argue it was just right, hmm, Goldilocks?”
I scoffed, suddenly dry in the mouth. “Goldilocks didn’t have to share it with a tattooed giant with sticky hands, did she?”
His throaty laughter, the seductive musk of his cologne, and his invitingly minty breath made it hard to keep still and stand my ground. “You’ve never complained about these sticky hands before. Why bother pretending now?”
I’d spent days trying to get back into his arms. I promised myself once I did, I’d face him head-on and tell him the truth. I’d tell him I wanted to figure out what this thing between us was, and it was time he put up or shut up because I deserved better than to be led around by the nose, like some sort of child who didn’t know how to make decisions for themselves .
But when I looked up, finally ready to lay into him with all the courage I’d mustered since I first thought I lost him, I was met with an expression that immediately stole any words I wanted to say to him. Phillip’s hand was on my face, and the look he offered me was the same kind of determination he wore in a fight. I was suddenly very afraid of what he might say to me.
Would he reject me now after all we’d been through? After I’d finally decided to make him more than a fuck buddy or sexual palate cleanser? Would I be forced to stay in tight quarters with a man who didn’t want me anymore?
“I love you,” the other Hunter uttered, his voice the softest whisper. “I want to be with you, V. No more games. I refuse to run away from what this is, and please let it not be too late. I’m begging you—I can’t live without you, and I know I’m not worthy.” His voice cut out, but then he added, “But I promise to become someone worthy of you, even if I have to make a proper arse of myself to do it. Even if it means you make all the rules, you call all the shots, and you lead me around like your fateful pup.”
All I saw for seconds was Phillip on all fours with a leash around his neck.
New kink unlocked!
But then I realized the smile on my face was sending mixed messages because it wasn’t the smile of a woman in awe over a love confession, it was the smile of someone devising a terrible fate for another person. Of course, that wasn’t totally off the mark since I absently wondered if I could order a leash off Amazon, or did it need to be from a specialty store?
The Austrian offered me a saucy smirk, and I tried not to swoon. “Are you trying to tell me that I haven’t seen proper arse yet? I was so sure—” I started to argue, but Phillip didn’t let me finish .
His mouth covered mine and our bodies merged roughly, his oversized frame painting mine up against a cold cement wall. The Austrian barely gave me time to breathe—not that I needed to—because his tongue was everywhere inside my mouth, tracing every ridge, every tooth, and his hands didn’t waste time tearing through my clothes.
If I hadn’t been so eager to be naked, I would’ve lectured the brute about another pair of clothes destroyed because he couldn’t be patient enough for me to take them off like a normal fucking person. Instead, pieces of them hung around my bare chest and stomach as Phillip worked his way down to his knees, kissing and licking along the way.
My breath came hot and fast when he ripped through my shorts and nibbled my sensitive flesh over my underwear. I sunk fingers into his hair, mesmerized by the sight of his impatient mouth kissing and tasting every patch of moon-white flesh that met his eyes.
“Phillip,” I gasped as his fingers sunk into me and his mouth followed, flicking his tongue against the one place that never failed to make me moan.
My head was a mess of words and feelings, but I needed to say the one thing I promised myself I’d say when I finally got the chance. “I love you, too.”
The other Hunter’s eyes were practically fire when he looked up, and then the Austrian hummed a happy little growl before guiding my leg over his shoulder. “I know, mein Schatz.”
What a jerk…
My thoughts were cut short by the intentional swipe of his tongue on my clit again before he sucked it into his mouth and flooded my hips and thighs with a thunderstorm of sensation .
“Now beg in that sweet, good girl voice so Phillip knows how much you love what his mouth does to you,” the other Hunter rumbled, the vibration of his voice doing unbelievable things to me from where he spoke between my legs.
So now we’re at the third-person part of this little bedroom adventure.
I giggled before moaning and latching onto his shoulder to anchor myself to something solid. “Fuck! Don’t make me laugh, you ass.”
Phillip squeezed my rear with one of his large hands, sneaking a look at me while his tongue lapped up the moisture between my thighs, the sight making the place he licked throb. “Mm, this is the only ass you need to bother yourself with, pet. Phillip’s order.”
“You’re so goddamn ridiculous,” I complained, groaning again when the Austrian sunk another finger inside of me.
Phillip grinned to himself before getting to his feet and lifting me off the ground. “Yet, you missed me anyway, didn’t you, maus?”
I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he often switched to playful banter in the bedroom when he was in an incredibly good mood. And it was as clear as day how happy the man was with one look. Even I had trouble giving him a tough time when he was the perfect definition of a kid who’d gotten exactly what he wanted for Christmas. His smile was so vibrant and blatant it made my cheeks unnaturally hot.
This all may have been a weird way for two people to finally say “I love you” for the first time, but it definitely felt very Phillip to me, and I’d missed how often he caught me off guard with his childishness.
“You’re soaking wet, little Hunter,” Phillip murmured thickly into my ear, then pressed a small kiss to my cheek .
Normally, being called little anything grated on my nerves, but in his bedroom voice, it was unbelievably hot.
“Not that I have any right to tease,” he added, bringing my hand to his pulsating cock as he freed it from his black denims. “I’ve been rock-hard for days, and just the smell of you right now is enough to set me completely off. I want you so bad, engel. I want to fuck you until your legs give out.”
A stuttered sigh escaped my mouth before I felt his hard length rub between my thighs, stroking lewdly against my soaking wet slit. The sounds alone made my stomach contract. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, taking control of our pace and overpowering the kiss like I’d dreamed of doing for weeks.
It felt like coming home.
I’d been lost for so long that the mere smell of his inviting musk and feel of his strong body overwhelming mine was enough to put every fear out of my head. Every moment of uncertainty I struggled with was quieted the second I was in Phillip’s arms. Simply knowing he was here—really, truly here—and knowing I could be with him like I’d always wanted to was the single greatest thing that had ever happened to me.
What does this make us, though?
Sure, it might seem like such a childish notion to be hung up over what to call him, but I hadn’t considered we’d ever get to this stage of a relationship. I never considered the ooey-gooey label part of this dance we did.
I mean, this was Phillip we were talking about.
The dude clearly had a philophobia. Not that I blamed him after what he went through with his past love, but I definitely never considered there might be a future where there’d be an option for us. Honestly, it didn’t matter what he let me call him. The mere fact that the other Hunter told me he loved me and he wasn’t going to run from it anymore was enough.
Plenty, actually.
Call me easy, but I didn’t give a single fuck what anyone else thought. The fact that Phil would be there and he loved me would always be enough for me.
My fingers wove into his luscious hair and my mouth nipped and slid against his with eager abandon. It was enough to flip the Austrian’s switch, and our tongues battled while he navigated his way over to the bed. The powerful muscles beneath my fingertips that were constricting against my thighs was a mood all on its own.
I’d missed the feel of Phillip’s body moving against mine, and I even found the courage to whisper as much to the sauntering troll.
The impish smirk reached his glistening light eyes. Gently, he laid me out over the bed like I might break apart the second he let me go. Phillip’s jaw tensed and his eyes closed, massive body hardening visibly. “If I hadn’t known better, I might accuse you of being a Succubus, lass. I’m barely holding it together, you realize.”
I’d never been so satisfied. It was usually me struggling to stay sane and in control. The fact that I could make someone like Phil fight himself made my lips tilt and heart flutter.
“Then I suggest you let it all go, Phil. Give in. Fuck me however you want. I’m all yours.” I swallowed, dragging him closer by his neck and nibbling his ear. His chest contracted with a strong inhale, and the soft groan he let loose gave me such a powerful feeling. “All yours, asshole.”
Phillip kissed me hard enough to nick my lip, the taste of blood mingling with the taste of Phil, and then he forced my legs open and settled between them. Clawing at his clothes, I finally got my revenge when I tore through his much-too-tight shirt, then his expensive jeans.
It was a rush to get him inside of me. Nothing felt more important than merging our two bodies into one and consummating this thing between us. Finally, sex meant something, and I couldn’t wait to experience what sex between two people in love felt like.
I kissed wherever I could reach, sinking teeth into the older man’s flesh and celebrating every moan and groan I dragged out of the other Hunter. Phil’s hand closed around my throat just before he thrust his entire length into me, knowing exactly what angle got the greatest pleasure. Reacting, I arched as the weight of his body collided with mine.
There weren’t words that’d come close to describing how every part of me was somehow complete, or how much love came into my voice when his heat and mine became impossible to tell apart. All I could say was that all those love stories made total sense to me now. I finally comprehended the depth of feeling shared between two people when love and sex perfectly melded together.
“I love you,” I whispered, tears breaking away from my eyes.
Normally I’d be mortified, but I didn’t give two shits how weak crying made me look. I wanted Phillip to hear the words again. I wanted him to know how much I cared for him; how little I could express such a big, explosive feeling inside my chest.
He’s finally here to stay. Truly.
Phillip’s intense gaze connected with mine, and his thumbs swept through tears on both sides of my face. The small lift in his mouth set my body on fire. It might be missed by someone else, but that smile was so full of feeling, so full of intense, life-altering love that I sensed every bit of it the minute it appeared.
Kissing me hotly, Phillip groaned and slammed his hips forward so hard I arched and gasped. He clung to me, thick arms wrapped tightly around my body, and pinned me to him. His movements grew uncharacteristically crazed and unhinged, like the Austrian worried this was all some kind of dream.
To be fair, I had trouble believing this was real life, especially after it felt like I’d never get what I yearned so desperately to have. Like my luck would serve nothing but bullshit up on a silver platter to me now and forever.
Phil’s deep voice was hoarse and unnaturally faded every time he whispered my name, and it gave me the oddest sensation in my belly, so I clung to him and focused on the heat flooding my hips.
I was already close before we’d even started, so it didn’t take very long for Phillip to drive me over the edge. Coming so hard my vision failed, I screamed his name and chased the bliss-induced high with my hips.
The other Hunter shuddered and stiffened against me, and then warmth flooded my insides. When I moved to free myself, Phillip’s mouth came down hard on me and he rocked his hips forward again, never pausing for a second.
Shuddering, I fought the overstimulation. “Wait—”
“Not now, not ever, V. I’ll never wait again,” Phillip growled throatily. “You’re stuck with me forever, lass.”
I would’ve smiled, but Phillip was already ramming into me, my legs hooked around his arms.
And for hours, he didn’t let me go .
No matter how much I begged for a second to gather my thoughts, the Austrian was always either touching or kissing away my complaints. Chasing me all over the surface of the bed. Behind me, sinking himself in over and over again in powerful smacks. Forcing me to sit on his lap, legs straddling him, head dropped back as he drove up into me, touching places inside me I didn’t know existed. On his back with my hips working over his, keeping a rough grip on my thighs, lust-saturated voice encouraging every roll, every rock, every swivel.
You name it, we did it.
Even knowing one word from me, our safe word, would stop it all, I didn’t dare utter it. I couldn’t. Because as much as I complained and tried to flee, I loved the way he never let me go. Not for a single second.