Chapter 18 #3
The words make something warm unfurl in my chest.
No one has ever called me good. The guild called me a failure. My targets called me a monster. The world calls me trash.
But Garrett calls me good.
Then his fingers shift, pressing deeper. They brush against something inside me that makes lightning shoot up my spine.
“Fuck!” The word tears out of me breathlessly. My back arches off the bed. “What—what was that?”
Garrett’s smile is wicked. “Oh? Felt that, did you?”
He does it again on purpose. His fingers press against that spot and pleasure explodes through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s sharper and more immediate than the building pressure of an orgasm.
My whole body seizes. I’m coming—no, not coming, but something is happening. Waves of pleasure crash through me without the release. My cock twitches, leaking, but nothing comes out.
“What—” I mutter in confusion. “What’s happening?”
“You just experienced something special,” Garrett says with a smirk. “A different kind of pleasure.”
He presses that spot again and I thrash on the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
It’s too fucking intense.
“Garrett—stop—I can’t—”
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” His fingers don’t stop. He keeps working that spot relentlessly. “The best part? You can experience it again and again and again. Doesn’t that sound fun, Wolf?”
“No—” I try to twist away but his other hand grips my hip, holding me in place. “Too much—”
He’s cruel. Ruthless. His fingers torture that spot inside me until I’m spasming on the bed, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream. Pleasure crashes through me over and over without end.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, watching me fall apart. “Look at you. Taking it so well.”
I’m twitching and trembling. My cock is rock hard and leaking, straining toward release that never comes. Pleasure crashes through me again and again, building but never breaking.
“Please—” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore. For him to stop. For him to never stop. “Garrett—please—”
Finally, mercifully, his fingers still.
The pressure eases. My whole body trembles and sweat slicks my skin. I lay on the mattress, gasping for air.
“Still with me?” Garrett asks softly.
I can barely nod. My brain feels scrambled. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life.
“Good.” His voice drops lower, darker. “Because now I’m going to fuck you properly.”
Garrett hovers over me, positioned between my spread legs. I can’t help but look down. His cock is hard and flushed, bigger than I remembered from the shower.
It’s thick enough that I don’t know how it’s supposed to fit.
But I want it. I want him to put it inside me—
“Hey, Wolf.” Garrett’s voice is sharp.
I look up slowly, meeting his eyes.
“Quit staring at my cock.” There’s an edge to his tone like he’s almost angry. “Look at me.”
I inhale deeply at the chide, focusing on him instead.
“We’re making love, aren’t we?” he says, voice softer now.
Love? Why the fuck is he throwing that word around?
“Sorry,” I say quickly. “I didn’t mean to—”
“I just don’t want you to forget me.” His hand cups my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone. “I’m the one you’re with, all right? So eyes on me.”
Something in my chest tightens. He sounds almost as vulnerable as I feel. Garrett is afraid I’ll look away and forget this moment and forget him.
Never.
I reach up, covering his hand with mine. “I won’t forget.”
“Please,” he whispers. “Don’t forget me.”
The first press is intense. I have to focus on breathing and consciously relaxing muscles that want to tense up and fight the intrusion. It’s uncomfortable and borders on painful.
“You’re so warm inside,” he breathes, voice shaking. “All soft and melting. It feels insanely good.”
The stretch is impossible, too much, my body rejecting it.
“Is it in?” I manage through gritted teeth.
“I’m halfway through.”
What the fuck? Only halfway?
“You’re wound too tightly, Wolf.” Garrett holds completely still, not pushing further. “Breathe. Just breathe through it.”
I force myself to take slow breaths and slowly, so slowly, the discomfort eases. My body adjusts and accepts.
Garrett pulls back slightly, then presses in again. He continues like that for a while, patient and careful. Each shallow thrust helps my body relax further. The burn fades and the stretch becomes bearable. It feels comfortable and almost good.
Then he shifts the angle slightly and—
“Fuck,” I grunt as the jolt from earlier hits again.
Garrett smiles against my collarbone, pleased. He does it again, hitting that same spot, and pleasure sparks white-hot up my spine. My hands fly to his hips, gripping hard enough that I’ll definitely leave bruises on that perfect skin.
His mouth finds my chest and his lips close around my nipple. “Can’t forget to give these some loving.”
My mind is blanking. I can’t think past the sensation of him inside me, his mouth on my skin.
“You’re taking my cock so well,” he murmurs against my chest.
He plunges in and out of me, finding a rhythm. I watch his face as he moves above me. The concentration written there. His eyes are closed, lips parted around gasping breaths, golden hair falling forward across his forehead.
Garrett’s beautiful.
He’s completely lost in sensation. I can’t stop watching him. The slight furrow between his brows when he adjusts the angle, the way his mouth drops open when he finds the perfect rhythm.
I’m the one making him look like this, I remind myself.
I like that he’s taking his pleasure from my body.
He’s making sounds now. Quiet gasps and moans that he’s not bothering to hold back. Each one sends heat through me.
And I like this.
I actually like this.
Every time he thrusts deep, I feel that pleasure spark through me again. It’s almost like I’m coming a little bit with each movement.
“Hey, Wolf?” His voice is breathless. “Does it feel good for you too?”
I nod. He really should know that without asking.
“Stop teasing me,” I mutter from between clenched teeth. “Harder.”
“What?” He laughs, the sound strained. “First you say stop, then you say harder. Make up your mind.”
“Please—”
“Any more than this and you’ll start squealing.” His rhythm doesn’t change. “It’ll suck if one of the guards came to check and we’d have to stop. Maybe that other Grimsbane my father hired would investigate—”
“I can be quiet,” I promise desperately.
“Well, if you say so.”
His pace changes, becoming harder and deeper. The angle shifts and suddenly he’s hitting that spot inside me with every thrust.
“I love the way you’re sucking on my cock,” he groans with satisfaction. “I’m not holding back now.”
He was holding back before?
A moan tears from my throat before I can stop it.
“See?” His voice is smug despite the strain. “You’re so loud.”
Another sound escapes me as he hits that spot again. I can’t help it.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He sounds pleased.
Blood rushes to my groin. I feel like I’m going to burst. Garrett hits that spot again while his hand wraps around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
I come without warning. Release spills between us, painting his stomach and chest. My whole body locks up, back arching off the bed.
“This view is the best,” Garrett breathes, looking down at where I’m marked across his skin. “I’d love to savor this more but I can’t hold on any longer.”
His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider. I can feel him getting closer. His breathing goes ragged and his movements become desperate. He plunges in deep, his rhythm turning erratic. I’m overstimulated from just coming. My body clenches around him.
“I’m coming, Wolf.” My name tears from his throat. His whole body goes rigid before he collapses forward onto my chest, trembling.
We lie there for a long moment, both breathing hard. His weight is solid and warm on top of me. I can feel his heart racing against my ribs, matching the frantic pace of my own.
Garrett pushes himself up slightly, rising to hover over me. His eyes search my face.
“Wolf,” he says quietly. “I didn’t expect to like you this much.”
Me neither. But I don’t say it to him.
He leans down and claims my lips. His tongue moves against mine sweetly before plundering my mouth with passion. Every time he kisses me it feels like I’m losing pieces of myself.
Then I feel him shift.
The bastard got hard inside of me.
He starts to move again. Another surge of heat shoots through me when he hit my secret spot from earlier and my body seizes.
No. No more. Stop this already. I’m too sensitive. Everything is too much.
“Take it out, Garrett.” The words come out breathless, desperate. I’ve never experienced this before—being fucked while still trembling from orgasm.
“But why?” He sounds genuinely confused. “Didn’t you just come?”
“I didn’t come.” I have to lie to him.
Garrett plunges deep and deliberately hits that spot again.
Sparks ignite inside me again, that same overwhelming sensation from before. My cock twitches violently, leaking steady streams that coat my navel and chest.
“I said I didn’t come,” I gasp out, pleasure and frustration bleeding together.
He does it again to prove his point.
“I hate you, Garrett. I fucking hate you.” The words spill out in the midst of another wave crashing through me.
Garrett stops immediately and goes completely still inside me.
Silence.
I force my eyes open. He’s staring down at me, and something in his expression cracks.
“Wolf,” he says quietly. “I know you don’t mean that. But hearing those words from your lips still fucking hurts, you know.”
His voice is steady but I can hear the hurt underneath. Guilt crashes through me. “Garrett, I didn’t—”
Something shifts in his expression. The gentleness fades, replaced by something darker and hungrier.
Garrett pushes himself up slightly, bracing his weight on his arms. The softness in his eyes disappears entirely. His eyes are still glazed with arousal but there’s a sharpness there now. A dangerous focus that wasn’t there before.