Chapter 16
TOMCAT
Iwas barely holding on to the ragged edges of my control.
After everything we'd learned about Aegis and the darkness they'd hidden beneath their polished, professional exterior, my skin was crawling with the desperate need to see Linden.
Touch her. And reassure myself that she was safe, secure, and mine.
I couldn't shake the image of her hurt or in danger, and it had wound me tighter than a spring.
I stalked through the clubhouse toward the kitchen, my pulse hammering and every muscle in my body locked tight.
My mind was filled with vivid thoughts of Linden beneath me, her body pliant and trembling as I claimed her again and again.
She was an addiction that had gotten under my skin quicker than I thought possible.
After pushing through the door, my eyes immediately locked on her.
She stood at the kitchen counter with Stella, carefully spreading icing over a pan of cinnamon rolls.
Her honey-brown hair was loose, curling softly over her shoulders, and she laughed softly at something Stella had said.
The sound was sweet, cutting straight through the tension that had knotted itself painfully in my chest.
But it wasn't enough. I needed more. To hold her, to lose myself in the warmth of her body until the dark thoughts finally faded.
Without a word, I strode across the kitchen.
Stella glanced up, her eyes widening slightly as she read the intensity in my face.
But Linden didn’t notice me until my hands were already reaching for her.
She gasped as I scooped her effortlessly into my arms, lifting her from the floor without a second thought.
“K-Keegan?” Linden's voice was startled but not afraid. She sensed what I needed even before I said a word, her arms coming around my neck and her body fitting against mine like she belonged there. “Is everything okay?”
“It is now,” I growled, adjusting my grip to make sure I didn't hurt her despite the possessive energy humming through me. “But I need you, little dove.”
Linden didn't protest as I carried her swiftly through the clubhouse. The second the door closed behind us, I locked it and set her carefully on her feet while still keeping her pressed close against me.
My palms framed her face, holding her steady as I crashed my mouth against hers. The kiss was hard and rough, filled with every ounce of desperation, fear, and anger I'd felt over the past few days. I kissed her like I needed to leave no doubt she belonged only to me.
She moaned softly against my lips, arching into me, her hands gripping my shirt as if she needed me just as badly. When I finally broke the kiss, my breathing was harsh. I pressed my forehead to hers, my eyes closed tightly as I fought to keep myself in check.
“Little dove,” I rasped, my voice gritty with barely restrained need.
“You need to understand that I am hanging on by a fucking thread.
What I want to do to you right now isn't gentle.
I want to fuck you, Linden. Hard. Rough.
Over and over, until you're hoarse from screaming my name and can't walk without feeling me inside you.
Until you're dripping with my come for days, and there's no doubt in your mind that every inch of you belongs to me.”
Her breath caught, her body trembling softly against mine. Her green eyes met my gaze, wide and dark with need, her cheeks flushed pink. I tightened my grip on her face, my thumbs brushing across her jawline.
“I don't want to hurt you,” I warned her gently, but my voice was edged in steel. “But the animal inside me right now isn't caged. It's raw. Primal. If you're not ready, walk away, little dove. Tell me to stop, and I'll figure out how to get my shit together.”
She didn't hesitate. Her eyes locked on mine with absolute trust, her voice soft but steady as she whispered, “I don't want you to cage anything, Keegan. I want every part of you. Take whatever you need.”
The second she gave me permission, whatever thin restraint I’d been clinging to snapped.
I crashed my mouth back on hers, devouring her with all my hunger.
My hands fisted in the back of her shirt and tore it up and over her head, breaking the kiss for only a second.
Her bra went next, quickly tossed away. Fabric hit the floor somewhere behind us, forgotten.
My palms found her breasts immediately, dragging over the soft, warm curves before I bent and sealed my mouth over one tight nipple.
She gasped, her fingers diving into my hair as I sucked hard, drawing the peak deep between my lips. I didn’t ease into it. I bit down just enough to make her cry out, then soothed the sting with my tongue, flicking and circling until her knees trembled.
“Mine.” I moved to the other breast and gave it the same ruthless attention. “These perfect fucking tits belong to me.”
She arched into me, breath coming in quick, needy pants. “Keegan—”
“That’s it,” I growled. “Say my name while I mark you up.”
My hands weren’t idle. I squeezed, pinched, and twisted the tight buds between my fingers until her hips started to rock forward in search of friction. I left my teeth on her skin, not hard enough to break it, but enough to leave deep red impressions blooming across the creamy curve of her breasts.
“Gonna look so damn pretty tomorrow,” I rasped. “My marks everywhere.”
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, and I dropped to my knees in front of her before she could catch her breath.
I grasped the center of her panties and ripped them away in one rough motion, tossing the scrap of lace aside without ceremony. She stood naked in front of me, flushed and trembling, her pussy already glistening.
“Fuck,” I breathed, grabbing her hips and dragging her forward until her slick heat brushed my mouth. “Look at you. So wet, it’s dripping down your thighs.”
I didn’t give her time to respond. I latched onto her pussy like I was starving.
My tongue dragged up her slit in one long stroke, and she cried out, her hands clutching at my shoulders. I sucked her clit hard between my lips, then bit down lightly, just enough to make her body jerk. “That’s my girl. You like it rough, don’t you? Enjoy when I own this sweet body.”
She whimpered, hips bucking as I licked and sucked, my hands sliding around to grab her ass and haul her tighter against my face. I buried myself between her thighs, devouring her with messy, hungry strokes. Biting at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, then soothing her skin with my tongue.
Her orgasm came fast. Her whole body seized, a broken sob ripping from her throat as she clamped down around my mouth.
“That’s right. Let me feel it. Taste it.”
She shattered, her legs shaking so hard her knees nearly gave out. I surged to my feet just in time, catching her under the thighs and lifting her effortlessly before she could crumple.
Instead of setting her down, I spun her in my arms and pressed her back against my chest, facing the full-length mirror I’d mounted for her on the closet door right after she came to stay.
“Look,” I growled in her ear.
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed as her gaze landed on our reflection.
Her skin was flushed pink, her breasts covered in deep bite marks and darkening bruises. Her nipples were shiny and slick from my mouth. Her pussy was wet and swollen, glistening under the soft bedroom light.
“See that?” I slid one hand up to grip a breast possessively, squeezing and kneading as she gasped, her eyes begging for more. My other hand moved between her legs, my fingers dragging through her slick folds. “All marked up. Branded. Mine.”
I pushed two fingers inside her without warning, and she moaned loudly, her head falling back against my shoulder.
“So fucking tight,” I groaned. “Even after I just made you come. This is my pussy. Mine to use. Mine to fill.”
My thumb found her clit and started rubbing in hard, deliberate circles while I finger-fucked her, making her watch in the mirror as her body responded.
“I want you to look at yourself while I prove it. Watch how you fall apart when I touch you. See how your body begs for me.”
Her hands flew to the mirror for balance, her fingertips splayed against the glass. “Keegan—”
“Louder,” I commanded, biting down on the side of her neck, leaving another mark. “Make some noise. Show me how much you love it when I own this tight little pussy.”
Her desperate cries filled the room. I kept going, my fingers driving deep, my thumb relentless against her clit while my mouth sucked and bit at the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Come again,” I ordered. “Give it to me. Soak my hand.”
She sobbed as the orgasm tore through her, her body shaking violently in my arms. Her inner muscles convulsed around my fingers, and I felt her pleasure ripple through her in hot, pulsing waves.
I didn’t slow down until her legs went weak again and her head lolled against my shoulder, completely undone.
Only then did I scoop her up and carry her to the bed, dropping her in the center of the mattress.
She landed on her back with a soft bounce, her chest heaving and eyes glassy and lips swollen. Bite marks bloomed across her skin, her body still trembling from the second orgasm.
I stepped back for a moment, dragging my eyes slowly over the flushed curves of her breasts, the rise and fall of her belly, and the wet shine between her thighs.
The sight of her marked, trembling, and utterly mine made the primal need inside me surge even stronger.
And I knew I wasn’t anywhere close to finished.
My clothes hit the floor in a flurry, leaving me standing bare and rigid with need. Her gaze roamed hungrily over my body, eyes wide, breath quickening as her desire ratcheted even higher.
I climbed onto the bed, my hands pressing deep into the mattress on either side of her head as I hovered over her.
I took her mouth in a hard and demanding kiss, making it clear exactly how this was going to go.
Then I rubbed my thick cock against her slick folds, groaning deep in my chest at the feel of her wet heat coating my shaft.
She arched beneath me, a desperate whimper escaping her throat.
“Spread those fucking thighs for me.” I pulled back just enough to watch as she eagerly complied, her flushed skin a perfect frame around her soaked pussy. “That's it, baby. Let me see exactly how much you want me.”
Without warning, I slammed deep inside her, buried myself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. The sensation was almost blinding, her tight pussy clenching around me so fucking hard that it tore a shout of ecstasy from my lips.
“Oh, yes!” she cried out, her back arching off the bed as her inner muscles rippled around me, squeezing and milking my cock like her body couldn't get enough.
“Fuck, Linden.” My hips started to piston against hers in hard, merciless thrusts. “That’s it, baby. Keep gripping my cock like that.”
Fucking hell. I knew I needed to be gentler, but I couldn’t stop.
Her eyes flashed with heat, and her nails raked down my back, leaving fiery trails.
“Don’t want gentle,” she gasped, making me realize I’d spoken out loud. Her hips met my movements eagerly. “Need you rough, Keegan. Hard. Deep. Please.”
She snapped the last of my restraint, unleashing the feral animal that had been pacing just beneath my surface.
I fucked her brutally, my hips driving into hers with ruthless precision, my mind gone—my body and instincts completely in control.
My need to possess her fully, to breed her, overwhelmed every rational thought.
“Open wider for me,” I ordered, my voice raw with command as I grabbed the back of her thighs and forced her legs higher, exposing her even more. “I want to see exactly how deep I can get. Want to watch that tight pussy suck my cock and squeeze the fuck outta it.”
She gave me what I wanted, inviting me deeper.
Her tits bounced with each violent thrust, the pink-tipped nipples drawing my hungry gaze.
Her flushed skin was beautiful, her freckles standing out vividly against the pink glow of her arousal.
She was perfect beneath me, taking me like a good girl, soaked and trembling.
“That's it,” I praised roughly, driving harder, my cock slamming into her tight pussy again and again. “You look so fucking perfect spread out beneath me, screaming my name while I fuck you senseless.”
The bed groaned and shook beneath us, the headboard slamming rhythmically into the wall.
Her hands flew out, grasping wildly for something to hold on to and knocking the lamp from the nightstand.
It crashed to the floor, the shattering of glass barely registering over our shouts and moans of ecstasy.
“Oh, Keegan! Yes!” she screamed, her thighs shaking violently as she approached her peak. “Please, please, I'm going to—”
“I could blow just from the way you look at me when I’m balls deep in you,” I growled, feeling my own release barreling toward me, unstoppable. “Come, little dove. Give it to me. Come on my cock.”
Her pussy clamped down around me as she shattered with a scream, her release so powerful and explosive it sent me hurtling over the edge with her. I drove into her tight pussy harder, deeper, and faster, needing to claim every inch of her body and every second of her pleasure.
But my cock didn't soften. Not even close. I stayed rock-hard, my body demanding I keep going. I'd told her exactly how this would go, that I'd fuck her over and over until I was satisfied I'd marked every inch of her inside and out.
I did just that, driving into her again, dragging orgasm after orgasm from her trembling body, making her scream and sob my name until she was hoarse and limp beneath me.
Only then, as I exploded deep inside her once more, did I feel that primal satisfaction start to ease. Although, I knew it was probably gonna take the whole night to soothe the beast completely.