Neve (Silver Skates #3) - Helen Scott Page 0,50

slipped one hand behind my back and down to my ass, grabbing a handful as he pinned me against him.

“Because you’re a stubborn hare?” I asked.

“And you’re a stubborn witch,” he mumbled, his lips caressing the skin at the edge of my blouse.

I wanted to snark back, to say something witty and daring, something to provoke him further, but it turned out I didn’t have to.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about bending you over this desk? Making you scream my name while I fuck you here?” The whole time he was talking, one of Seren’s hands was trailing a line up my inner thigh, under my skirt, and when he found the edge of the thigh highs I was wearing, I could swear his hips jerked toward me. The hand drifted ever higher though, while the other one found one of my breasts, and I was left suddenly trying to hold myself up against his assault on my senses.

I stumbled backward a step and realized that somehow, we’d moved so I was backed up against his desk. The stumble had my thighs smacking against the cool metal that surrounded the top of his desk. The hand that was between my legs edged ever higher until I was spreading my legs as wide as my pencil skirt would allow.

A fingertip brushed the apex of my thighs, grazing my panties and making my whole body tingle with desire, until it all condensed into an ache of need in my core. I had no doubt that he could tell how wet I was for him already. My body certainly seemed to know exactly what it wanted when it came to these men.

When I only moaned softly, his finger pressed harder against my folds, until that wasn’t enough and he searched for the edge of my panties, pulling them to the side so his finger could slide into me, making me gasp at the sudden intrusion. When a second finger joined the first, I threw caution to the wind and hiked my skirt up so I could fully spread my legs and give him the access I needed him to have.

“Did I tell you to do that, little witch?” he demanded.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” I whispered back, even though this domineering side of Seren was making me hotter than the Sahara.

“We’ll see about that. I bet if I make you want it badly enough, you’d do whatever I asked,” he said as his fingers slid over my clit, making my whole body jerk in response and causing him to chuckle darkly.

My hands seemed to take on a mind of their own as I suddenly found myself stroking him through his jeans. The rough fabric dulled much of his shape and size, but I knew he was just as big if not bigger than my other mates, a thought that had me wanting to strip him down right then and there. So I did.

I deftly popped the button of his pants and had his zipper down before he even seemed to notice what I was doing. “You wanted to fuck me over your desk, so let’s do it. I need to feel you inside me, Seren.”

Before he could respond, I tucked my hand through the hole of his boxers and extracted his cock, smoothing my palm up and down over the silken skin of his shaft. I felt his own actions stall out for a moment as this bond that was apparently between us pulled us ever closer, so I began riding his fingers. I wasn’t about to stop this train by distracting the driver or whatever it was they were called. My brain wasn’t exactly focused on my train analogy.

“I can’t promise that I’ll last that long, since I’ve been wanting this for so long, but hares have a very short refractory period.” He nipped at my ear lobe and growled out, “Take your blouse off.”

I wanted to be stubborn and refuse, but I wanted him inside me more, so I tugged the blouse from my skirt and whipped it over my head. Before I could do anything else, Seren spun me around and bent me over the desk just like he’d said. He didn’t wait for any other invitation, just pulled my skirt up, shifted my thong to the side, and thrust his cock into me.

The scream that left my lips was partially surprise and partially a little pain as well as pleasure. He filled me to