and I growled as my hands slid up his back. "I'm not fucking you, Ethan," I insisted.
"Just let me make you feel good," he begged, his hands pushing inside my jumpsuit and teasing the top edge of my panties.
I growled again, wanting to tell him no and aching to tell him yes.
With a groan of frustration that I knew wouldn't be satisfied unless I gave in to him, I gripped his hair and exerted pressure as I pushed him lower.
Ethan growled a little as I urged him to give in to my control but when I snarled back, he dutifully dropped to his knees, seeming to realise this was going to happen my way or not at all.
He unbuttoned my jumpsuit until it was hanging all the way open and he was leaning forward to kiss at my wet heat through the barrier of my panties.
His fingers curled around the sides of them and I moaned a soft encouragement as he tore them clean off of me, baring my pussy for him as he pushed the ruined material into his pocket.
He moved his mouth to my inner thigh as I widened my legs to give him access, but that wasn't where I wanted him. My grip on his hair tightened as he tried to take charge of this and I forced his mouth where I wanted it.
Ethan growled as his lips landed on my clit and the vibrations of that sound had another moan escaping me.
He might not have liked me taking control, but his hot tongue began to tease me all the same and I shifted my hips into the movement, grinding against his mouth as pleasure skittered through my body.
Ethan raised a hand, pushing two fingers into me to add to the torture and I rode his hand shamelessly as I demanded more.
He began to slow his pace, toying with me as he devoured me and I snarled in frustration.
"Harder," I commanded in my Alpha tone, making him growl even more as I tried to force him to bend to my will.
That growl felt so fucking good against my clit that I moaned again, rocking my hips even more as I rode his face and fucked his hand and he gave in to what I wanted, licking and biting and thrusting his fingers in and out until I was coming hard and choking his name back. Because I refused to praise him for this. It wasn't about him. It was about our bond. And even as he sucked on my clit to prolong my pleasure, I refused to admit that I wanted him more than this.
He drew back and I began buttoning my jumpsuit again, meeting his gaze as he knelt before me.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, love," he said and I could feel how much he meant that as my throat thickened and my heart pounded.
"How sorry?" I breathed.
"I can't tell everyone about us," he said sadly.
"Then I guess there's nothing else to say." I stepped around him and walked away before he could see me crack. The mate bond might have made me hunger for him, but I didn't have to give him any more than my flesh and I'd fight that as often as I could too.
I was Rosalie Oscura and no one made me their bitch.
***
We spent a few days perfecting our routine in the library and as much as it killed me to hold off on progressing our plans, I knew it was important to get this right. While Plunger carefully used his gifts to create the two tunnels we needed - one leading down to the maintenance level and the other up towards the surface - the rest of us got to work at completing the task of painting the walls and removing the outdated books from the shelves. The cataloguing really was boring as fuck, so I'd been painting with Roary for the most part, slicking the grotty beige walls with a nice new lick of white.
"We need to figure out how long our window of opportunity is to use the tunnels once we execute the plan," I murmured thoughtfully as I worked so close to Roary that our arms kept brushing. It was totally a Wolf thing though, not some desire to be close to him in particular. And I’d keep telling myself that until I was blue in the damn face.
"Aren't you planning to start a riot on the night we escape?" he asked in a low tone, glancing