Chapter Fifteen
THEA
A s Wilder Hawthorne met her kiss with a brutal claiming of his own, Thea’s knees buckled. She opened her mouth and his tongue swept in, brushing hers, making her stomach dip in anticipation. She knew what that tongue could do between her legs now, and nearly melted at the thought.
She kissed him, almost delirious with the need for him. A soft cry broke from her. Wind whipped along the clifftop around them.
‘I knew you’d be my ruin,’ Wilder muttered against her lips, his voice thick with lust as he enveloped her with his powerful frame.
Thea pawed at his shirt, tugging at the hem until it was free from his pants, desperate to feel the heat of his skin under her touch. As her fingers trailed along the ridges of his abdomen, he deepened the kiss with a moan, crushing them together.
Thea revelled in the way his body responded to her. She could feel the shape of him pressed against her, straining against his pants. She ran her palm down his hard length, the sensation sending a wicked shiver of pleasure straight to her core.
‘I want you inside me,’ she said, her voice husky.
He kissed her like a starved man, capturing her lower lip between his teeth, breathless. ‘Yes,’ he murmured. ‘But not here.’
Thea gave a cry of frustration, rubbing him through his pants. ‘I don’t care where.’
He caught her by the wrists, his gaze hooded as he gave her a dark, delicious smile. ‘But I do.’ He was moving then, tugging her after him.
He led them down a narrow, winding path, to the mouth of a cave. And then he was on her again, bracing himself behind her, turning her head and taking her mouth with his, heating her blood with long, luxurious kisses as his fingers found the buttons of her shirt.
The fabric hung open down her middle as she twined her arms around his neck and he pulled down her chest band.
The cool cave air teased her bare skin, her breasts aching for contact, for his touch.
As he cupped each one, her nipples hardened in his palms, her legs spreading involuntarily beneath her.
He pinched her nipples and she arched back, pressing her backside into his rock-hard cock. He ground it against her, but kept her in place, still palming her breasts, squeezing them from behind.
‘Gods…’ he murmured into her neck, kissing her there as his fingers traced the waistband of her pants before he yanked them down over her legs.
Scorching need blazed through Thea and she pushed back onto his cock, dropping her arms so she could remove his pants. She needed to feel him, she needed to —
He seemed to read her mind. A moment later, his pants were gone and the bare, heated crown of him pressed against her. The pressure of his desire made her heart stutter, made her acutely aware of the ache pulsing between her thighs.
Still behind her, he tilted her head back, one hand wrapped gently around her throat, careful of the red marks the whips of shadow had left there. He claimed her mouth in another bruising kiss.
‘Spread your legs, Princess.’
She hated that heat swelled in her at the name, at the command, every gasping breath amplifying her need to have him inside her. She was already opening for him, but at his words, she splayed her legs wide, grinding back onto his cock.
Wilder dragged a finger down her centre and lightly circled her clit, spreading the wetness he found there.
Thea moaned, the noise echoing off the cave walls. He covered the sound with his mouth, and Thea whimpered as he slid a finger inside her while he kissed her.
Her legs were shaking as slowly, he fucked her with his fingers, sliding another inside and drawing out lazy ripples of pleasure.
It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
‘Wilder…’ she gasped, as he pinched her nipple and her clit at the same time, pleasure and pain mingling so beautifully she nearly came undone.
‘Tell me.’ His voice rumbled through her, setting her alight. ‘Tell me what you want, Thea.’
‘You,’ she panted. ‘I want you. All of you. Now.’
‘Then you’ll have me.’ It was an echo of what he’d said to her in the woods, and she had dreamt of what had come after that declaration for what felt like a lifetime.
He bent her over a rock and lined his cock up with her entrance, sliding it through the wet heat there.
‘Wilder.’ This time it was a command. She was done playing.
He was too, because he sheathed himself inside her in one glorious, powerful thrust.
Thea cried out as he filled her, inch after inch after inch… He withdrew slowly, only to slam back into her, their bodies slapping together.
‘Fuck,’ he moaned. ‘You feel…’
But Thea didn’t get to hear what she felt like, because she arched her back, giving him more access to her, allowing him deeper, and he swore again.
Wilder fucked her slow and deep from behind, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her back onto him, squeezing her breasts and teasing her clit. His hands were everywhere. The pleasure he wrought upon her was everywhere , blurring her senses.
There was no more resolve between them, no more restraint, their desire as unstoppable as a gathering storm. Their moans and cries echoed through the cave, as uninhibited and unapologetic as the sensation spreading in Thea’s chest.
A hot wave took hold of her and she moaned again, teetering on the edge of no return.
But Wilder pulled her back onto him. ‘Not yet, Princess. I want to see your face when you come.’
With that, he pulled out of her and turned her around to face him.
Gods, he was a marvel. She leant in and licked up his sculpted chest, damp with sweat and littered with faint scars, raking her fingernails down the ridges of his abdomen.
Every inch of his golden skin was corded with muscle, including that V-shaped dip of sinew that pointed right to his perfect cock.
She nearly came at the sight, for the Furies knew no other man would ever compare to this, to him .
She reached between them, her hand wrapping around his shaft, wet with both their desire. His head tipped back as she pumped up and down, letting her other hand cup his balls.
‘Fuck…’ he murmured to the stalactites above.
But then his restraint snapped again and he was pushing her so her back was flush with the cave wall. He lifted one of her legs, setting her foot down on a ledge beside her, so she was spread and open before him.
He shook his head at the sight of her, as though he couldn’t quite believe she was there. ‘You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. There’s no coming back from you, no end to this wanting…’
Thea’s chest fluttered. It wasn’t just her climax on the precipice of no return. It was her heart.
Wilder took her hand then and guided it to her core, helping her circle her clit, working her into a frenzy as he nudged her entrance with the crown of his cock again.
‘I have dreamt of this every night, Thea…’ he breathed, his throat bobbing. ‘Every. Fucking. Night. There is no counting the ways I want you.’
He kissed her and slid home.
Thea arched her hips towards him, taking every brutal thrust he gave her, the pressure building and building.
His silver gaze met hers, clouded with lust. ‘Come for me, Thea.’
Thea didn’t break eye contact as she moved with him, her sweat-slicked brow pressed to his. ‘Not without you,’ she murmured against his lips.
Wilder circled her clit with his thumb, and with that added sensation, she came apart with a cry. The pleasure barrelled through her, one wave cresting as another began, leaving her nearly sobbing with the force of it, of him.
Her Warsword gave a shout and shuddered into her, finding his own release as she clenched around him.
‘I knew you’d be my ruin, too,’ Thea whispered.