Chapter Twenty-One #2
Using her hands, she pushes herself up and wraps her legs around my waist, locking me in place.
The thought is clear: We’re both too desperate for each other to give a fuck about anything else.
Her hand’s down my jeans, tearing them loose, and when she opens her mouth again, my tongue tingles as a smirk touches my lips and words fail.
Her playful smirk drops to a glare. The fact that Creed’s in here is saving her ass from not being made a meal right now. It’s only out of pure selfishness and the refusal of gifting my brother a speck of a view.
Still, I reach between her thighs, cupping her warmth. And drop forward to catch her mouth with my teeth. Wet and needy, like I knew she would be.
I drag my tongue across the bottom of her lip, imagining the circles I’d carve over her clit. My chest caves in around me as our breathing becomes deeper. Her hand wraps around my length, using the cushion of her thumb to clean me off before bringing it to her lips.
Falling deeper and deeper, I push myself down and as soon as I feel her wet against me, I fucking lose it. She swallows me with a grip tight enough that I could fucking pass out.
“Fuck,” I growl against her throat, teeth scraping skin.
Her nails rake down my back, hard enough to leave marks. Good. I want everyone to know what happened here. Want the evidence carved into my skin.
“Harder,” she breathes, and the word shoots straight to my cock. “You know I can take it.”
I pull back just enough to see her face. Eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from my mouth, cheeks flushed with want. She’s wrecked and we’ve barely started.
“You sure about that?” I thrust hard, the dresser slamming against the wall. She arches, a broken moan spilling from her lips.
“Is that all you’ve got, Royal?”
The challenge in her voice makes something feral snap loose in my chest. I grab her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and set a rhythm that’s all possession and no mercy. Each stroke claims her deeper, marks her as mine from the inside out.
She meets every thrust, demanding more, taking everything I give and still hungry. Her magic sparks against my skin where we’re connected, little bolts of power that make my vision blur.
“Creed’s still watching,” I rasp against her ear, not slowing down. “Want me to stop?”
Her laugh is breathless, wicked. “Let him learn something.”
Christ. She’s going to kill me.
I shift the angle, hitting that spot that makes her cry out, and her legs tighten around my waist like she’s trying to crawl inside my skin.
The bond between us fires its approval, satisfied.
What I’m not sure she realizes yet, what my brother absolutely does, is that each time I take her, the bond strengthens.
She gasps, desperate for me to what—stop?
Like I could stop. Like anything in this fucked-up world could make me stop when she’s falling apart in my arms. When every sound she makes rewrites something fundamental in my DNA.
The dresser rocks with each thrust, sending items crashing to the floor, and I don’t give a shit about any of it. All that matters is the way she feels around me. The way she says my name like a prayer and a curse rolled into one.
“Legend,” she breathes, and the word breaks something open in my chest. “I’m close.”
“Good,” I growl, fingers wrapping tight around her throat, pressing into the skin with every intention of leaving a pretty little necklace behind. “Come for me. Let him hear you.”
Her body goes tight. Magic crackles through the air like lightning, sparking from my palm and burning into the skin of her neck.
She shatters around me with a cry that’s pure music.
The sound of it, the feel of her clenching around my cock, the way her power floods the room—it’s enough to drag me over with her.
I bury myself deep and let go, marking her from the inside while her name falls from my lips like a fucking curse.
When the world stops spinning, she’s still wrapped around me, breathing hard against my neck. The room smells like sex, magic, and us.
“Well,” Creed says from somewhere behind us, voice thick with amusement. “That was a bad idea.”
Something shifts between her and me, whether it’s from the bond or not, it’s…different. For a fucking moment, I want to reach forward and swallow her whole yet at the same time I need to take her again. That wasn’t nearly enough.
Fuck. I need to get rid of fucking Creed. Fuck up her hair enough for this ball.
Her cheeks flush as she tucks her hair behind her ear, and the movement fractures my chest. As if in this moment, I cracked through a smidge of the hard shell she’s cemented in place to protect herself. A tiny hint of vulnerability that only I’ll ever see.
Fuck. She’s never leaving my fucking bed.
Creed gestures to the door. “Vicente is waiting.”
Fucking Vicente and his shit timing.
“Go,” she tells me. “I have class to get to anyway. Wouldn’t want big brother to spank me for being late.”
His lip curls. “You wish.”
Haide winks and I’m out the door.
Every step away from her feels like tearing muscle from bone. The bond below screams in protest like never before, a physical ache that starts in my chest and spreads like poison through my veins. By the time I reach the corridor, my hands are shaking with the effort of not turning back.
Soon, little mate. I’ll be back soon.