Chapter 30 #2
“What do you want, Keena, Priestess of the Wild?”
“You know what I want.” I could barely breathe. “You’re in my head. You already know.”
“I do.” He shifted his weight just enough that I felt it everywhere and nowhere near enough. “I want to hear you say it anyway.”
“Please—”
“That’s not what I asked.” His voice was low, unhurried, completely unmoved by my desperation. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. Specifically.”
Heat flooded my face even as my body screamed at me. He waited.
“I want you to fuck me.” The words tore loose. “Hard. Stop holding back.”
He tilted his head, still not moving. “That all?”
“I want—” I pressed my lips together. Tried again.
“I want you to take control. Completely. I’ve thought about it.
You already know I have.” The admission came from somewhere I hadn’t known existed.
“I’ve spent my entire life being in charge of everything.
I just—for once—I want to hand it over. To you.
” My voice dropped to barely a whisper. “I want you to ruin me, Jordan.”
Something broke open in his expression. The patience dissolved entirely. “There it is.” His voice dropped to something I felt more than heard. “That’s what I was waiting for.”
He moved. Finally. Fully.
He responded with a relentless pace, relinquishing his grip on my hips so I could mirror his rhythm. My hips arched to meet him, forcing us closer together and pulling another deep growl from him.
“You thought about this room,” he said, his voice rough at the edges now. “Right here, after we sparred. Don’t bother denying it. I felt it on you.”
I moaned instead of answering.
“Tell me what you saw.” His pace slowed again, a punishment disguised as patience.
“You.” The word scraped out of me. “You had me against the wall. You didn’t ask.
You just—took.” I felt the heat of saying it out loud burn through my whole chest. “And I wanted you to. I’ve never wanted anything like that in my life.
I always have to be in control. Always.” Another thrust and I lost the thread of it. “But not with you. Not right now.”
“Not right now,” he agreed, and the growl in his voice was the most satisfying thing I had ever heard. “Right now, the only thing I want from that mouth is your voice telling me how good it feels.” He slowed again. Almost to a stop, almost pulled all the way out.
“So good.” It came out broken. “Fuucck, Jordan, don’t stop—harder—”
We were fucking like teenagers in the high school gym with the teacher just outside the door.
The smells of the gym, the echo of my moans, and his growls in the big empty room all made me feel like I was doing something wicked, dirty.
Bad girl was never my thing. That required losing control, and I had never allowed that.
But with him, I could feel his power, his innate need to take me and protect me, to shield me from whatever danger presented itself.
Telling him what I wanted only made it hotter.
Saying it out loud, hearing my own voice ask for it, was something I hadn’t expected. Something I hadn’t known I needed.
I gripped his arms and arched into him. I was getting close to another orgasm when he lowered himself so he could kiss me again.
His mouth trailed from my lips to my breasts, and he slid out of me.
I whimpered and wiggled to try to maneuver us back together.
He gave a small, satisfied chuckle. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to pull half my breast between his lips.
His tongue made lazy circles as he rubbed himself against my thigh, teasing me deliberately.
“Jordan.” I was past shame. Past pride. “I want you inside me. Please, I can’t stand it.”
He lifted his head at that, and the look on his face made me forget every word I’d ever known.
“Say that again.”
“I need you to fill me.” Barely above a whisper now, and I meant every syllable. “Please.”
“For once in your life,” he said against my breast, his voice reverent and rough at once, “you are asking for exactly what you want.” He nipped hard at the tender flesh. “I find I can’t deny you a single thing when you ask like that.”
I half laughed. “Then stop denying me,” I said, and the last of anything careful in me was gone, “and fuck me, Demon.”
The sound that came from him was barely human. I guess it wasn’t human at all. It was as if I were fulfilling his deepest fantasy. Maybe I was.
Finally, he watched my eyes as he pushed back into my aching pussy.
No longer did I feel as though my body was reacting without the consent of my mind.
I wanted him. I wanted this for us. His lips, his kisses were for me and not the wanton Witch side of me alone.
I felt his emotions in his touch as his hands traced the outline of my body as he loved me.
“Oh. Jordan.” I felt another orgasm building.
I pulled him into me, halting his motion. I wanted him to feel it. To feel me.