he dipped his eyes to trace each one with his gaze. Fuck, I could feel it as if he were touching me. When he cupped my chin and tilted my head up, I parted my lips, anticipating the kiss before he even claimed my mouth. I fisted his hair and wrapped myself around him. The heat of his whole body scorched me, and I wanted that fire.
The rough, cold stone at my back was a perfect counterpoint to the hot, corded muscle pressing into me. He savaged my mouth, every stroke of his tongue had me arching. When he lifted me, I reached between us, and like we’d choreographed it, I stroked him from base to tip, then teased his fat, mushroomed head against my labia until I’d lined him up.
Maddox broke the kiss, his gaze fixed on mine as he hovered there, just barely nudging inside of me. Licking the taste of him on my lips, I gathered every ounce of my courage and tipped my head back to bare my throat. He promised no teeth. His moan reverberated through me as he thrust in one, long relentless push. The girth stretched me as he pressed his lips to the most vulnerable spot, the puffy bite left by Rogue, and when he traced his tongue around the edges of it, I clenched down on him.
He held inside of me as I fluttered and squeezed, all the while nuzzling my throat. System zinging from the contact, I ran my hands all over his shoulders and then into his hair. At the first touch of my nails to his scalp, he began to rock his hips. Then we writhed together, grinding and arching. He kissed my throat, my chin, my cheek, and then his mouth was on mine again as we moved.
This wasn’t a frenzy or heat. It wasn’t hunger or feeding. It was dancing. It was loving. It was terrifying. It was wonderful. He lifted my thigh higher and changed his angle, and then every thrust struck a spot inside of me that had me seeing sparks. I clung to him, the sweat adding to the friction as the stone scraped at my back and his chest rasped against my nipples. Then I spiraled, ambushed by an orgasm that detonated in my whole system.
His shout pleased me on a level so primitive, I didn’t even understand it. He was swelling inside of me, knotting deep as he came, and then he had my mouth pressed to his throat. “Bite me,” he pleaded, and it was a plea. I didn’t make him beg. No one should. I needed to bite him, so I sank my teeth in, and he jerked as he came in hot shooting jets that lit me up inside.
We hung there, clinging together for what seemed like an eternity. Locked inside of me, Maddox groaned in between panting explosive breaths as I licked the wound I’d made closed. The mark was deep, deeper than any I’d left on him before. They’d all cut themselves to let me drink. Always opening themselves up for me to feed.
Not this time.
As I laved my tongue against it, I shuddered and clamped down around him again. I’d broken his skin myself. I’d bitten him, sharp and deep, and something unlocked within me that should never have been opened.
Beyond Maddox’s shoulder, I met Fin’s beatific gaze and warm smile before darting mine away, only to collide with Rogue’s icy blue eyes and satisfied nod. How fucking long had they been standing there?
The fact that I had Maddox balls deep and knotted inside of me still only made their fixation on me hotter. Maddox murmured something against my ear, and I closed my eyes. The depth of feeling when he said Kitten had me closing my eyes. They saw too much.
I wanted too much.
The morning passed in a blissful haze much to my own disgust. Maddox didn’t lord it over me that I’d let him kiss my throat or how we’d been knotted together for nearly an hour before he finally softened enough to slip free. He’d carried me down to the bath, and we’d drowsed there for another hour in the languid heat. By the time we returned to the library, Fin had fetched fresh food, including fruit, and I ended up napping in Maddox’s lap like the kitten he’d labeled me.
By afternoon, Rogue had vanished and no one said where. Maddox had left me to sit in a chair by the fire