Chapter 33 #2
“I don’t know.” She glanced away, and I could feel the lie on her tongue.
“But I am no longer a weak or helpless little girl. I won’t put myself into a position where my entire world revolves around you.
What if you decide you’ve had enough one day?
All I’ve done is survive . . . live by someone else’s rules and conditions.
Living well or in the gutter on a man’s whim.
I will stand on my own two feet. Make my own way in this world without any help. ”
“I am a lord. I can’t have my lover running a brothel.”
“I will not be kept or become a pretty pet you have when you want me, fucking other girls on the side.”
A growl ripped up my throat. “You don’t fucking get it.
” She retreated until her back hit the door, my body pressing into hers, looming over.
“There is no one else.” It sounded more like a threat, but I felt a shiver run through her.
“You’re new to being fae, your emotions are jumbled and overwhelming, but I know you feel it. ”
Her mouth parted as I flattened myself into her, my erection hot against her.
“If we get out of this war alive and you need time to figure it out or decide you don’t want me .
. . I will give it to you,” I gritted out.
“But you are my fucking mate.” I clutched her hair, yanking back her head.
“And that means your pussy is the only one I want to be in. Every moment of every day. Only you.”
Her breath hitched, her eyes glossing with hope.
“You didn’t bring it up again. I didn’t want to assume. It could have been a mistake.”
“Red, the only mistake I’ve made is not coming to my senses faster.” I cupped her jaw. “I love you.”
A soft cry came from her before my mouth crashed down, kissing her deeply, her nails clawing at my bare chest. The spark was instant, the need like a tsunami.
“You are seriously filthy,” I muttered against her mouth. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I picked her up, her legs curling around my waist. My aching cock parted her folds, hinting at entering.
She groaned, claiming my mouth frantically.
I rushed to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I didn’t even wait for the water to warm or undress, the chill of the spray clashing against our hot skin, making us both gasp. Our lips claimed each other’s hungrily as I peeled off her clothes. My mouth followed my hands as I stripped her bare.
“Killian . . .” she gasped, pulling my head back up to her. “I need to feel you come deep inside me.”
Fuck.
Stripping quickly, I clutched her thigh, pulling it up to my hip, spreading her legs open. “Watch,” I ordered as I grasped my cock, positioning it at her entrance. “Watch how I sink into you.”
Rosie reached out, her hand cupping my balls, making me groan as I thrust into her.
“Oh gods!” Her nails dug into me, her breath stilted, watching me pull out and push back in slowly, hitting every nerve along the way.
“How does it feel this good?” She grabbed the back of my ass, pushing me in deeper. I could feel her spasm and stretch around me. “I can’t believe it feels like this.” Her eyes glossed as the shower pelted down on us.
“Because it’s us.” I nipped her ear as I pushed in deeper. “And it will only get better.”
“What?”
“Sex between mates, as I’ve heard and think we’ve experienced just with Brexley and Warwick, gets more intense over time, not less.
” I slipped almost all the way out before slamming in again, causing Rosie to belt out a cry, clicking something in us, turning us wilder and more feral.
Her fingers dipped into my ass, pushing in so deep that I chomped down on her neck, pounding my hips harder.
“Fuck!” I bellowed, pumping my hips, hitting a spot that made her arch into me, a sexy noise in her throat.
I couldn’t seem to get deep enough. Pulling out, I flipped her around, pressing her against the tile as I drove back in, the angle making her groan loudly. Grabbing a bath sponge, I slid it down her body, stopping at her clit and dragging it through her again and again.
“Kill-ian.” She gritted her teeth, the noises she was making causing me to go even more crazy.
She pushed her ass out, bending over, sinking me in farther.
The different angle blazed fire through me, my climax bearing down on me.
She pushed into me, giving back just as much.
The sensations burning through me were almost too much, but at the same time, I only wanted more and wanted it to last forever.
I pushed her farther over, burying myself in her. The sounds of sex echoed in the room.
“Oh gods!” I could feel her squeezing around me, the magic between us tightening, ready to shred us apart with pleasure.
Once again, I yanked out of her, flipping her around again before picking her up. “Grab the shower head,” I ordered. She reached up, holding on as I sunk her body down on mine.
We both shouted. I started off slow, taking her deep and long; my teeth drove into her bottom lip, tugging until I tasted blood.
Something about it made me lose any control I had left. I wanted to look at her when I came inside, feeling her pussy clench around me. I wanted her begging for mercy as I fucked her relentlessly.
“Killian, please . . . a társam,” she whispered in my ear.
She broke me and glued me back together in two words.
My mate.
A roar splintered off the tile, my body turning feral. Pounding so hard, I felt our bones hit.
“Oh gods!” Her pussy strangled my dick so intensely that I almost stopped breathing. My hot cum exploded inside her, claiming everything as mine.
For a moment, I was no longer in my body. I was somewhere on a different planet. I could feel her right there with me. Her soul, her pleasure, her happiness—it only heightened my own.
“Fuck!” I breathed out, my body collapsing on hers.
We didn’t speak for a bit, our eyes meeting with awe and shock as we struggled to breathe. Sex had been unbelievable before, but this was even more so.
“Shit.” I swallowed, her legs still around me, my cock still inside her. “If that continues to get better . . .?”
“I lied. I can be a kept woman,” she teased, her eyes still glazed, her heart pounding against mine.
“Believe me, I’ll do everything I can to prove it to you. Over and over again.” I gently put her back on her feet, moving her toward the shower spray. “Once I get you clean and put you in my bed.”
Her eyes opened with shock.
“I will never be done with you. I will never have enough.” I slid my hands up her face. “Centuries I wasted. I didn’t even know.”
“What?
“That I’ve been waiting for you. Now I’ve found you. Now I realize what loving someone really means. I plan on making up for it.”
She looked up at me, her eyes so clear. “I didn’t know either, but since the night you came to the theater, I’ve been waiting for you too.”
A lump formed in my throat. “The war will be here, maybe in hours. Is there any way I can convince you to stay out of it?”
“No.” She placed her hands over mine. “Because where you are, I am. You’re mine, Lord, and I we live or die, we do it together.
“Fuck, can you call me that again?” I pulled her into me for a kiss, her hip already feeling how easily she got me hard.
“Only when you obey,” she teased, her mouth brushing mine, then pulling back. “But I’m not kidding, Killian. I’m not going to be some piece at your side. I want to be my own person, have my own interests and business.”
“Totally fine. You can do anything.” I tugged her face closer. “Just not in a brothel, okay?”
“We’ll see.” She shrugged, popping up on her toes and kissing me. I quickly bundled her up in my arms, strolling out of the bathroom, our wet bodies falling into my bed together, instantly going back at it.
We talked as if the future was a sure thing. That this war wouldn’t impact the plans we were making.
As if death wasn’t coming for us.
I would still be a lord in the end.
But as our bodies moved together, we made love like it could all end tomorrow.
Like this might be goodbye.