I cried out, for him, for what he was doing, for what I wanted him to do. I couldn’t just let him touch me with those glancing little caresses, so my body twisted on the bed, my hand going to his hair and grabbing a hold, trying to force him to do my bidding.
He stopped still, and no amount of pressure I could exert would move him. It was easy to forget, his incredible strength, especially in this place. My arms shook as I tried to use every muscle I had to shift him, but that wasn’t gonna happen. His head turned my way, eyes sparkling with amusement at my attempt.
He reared up above me, my eyes instantly dropping to his rigid cock, his hand encircling it before struggling around his knot. He gave it a couple of slow strokes, his smile widening as I followed every movement, but when I went to roll up, he placed a hand on my chest and shoved me down.
“I had this all planned. Got a bunch of restraints ordered in so I could keep you strapped to my bed, teasing and teasing you until…”
“Until you took pity on me and fucked me?” I asked between gritted teeth. “If you knew how this felt…”
One eyebrow jerked up.
“You’ve known I was your mate for a few days. Me? I’ve burned for you since middle school, Shannon. Every. Damn. Day. When I saw you at the pub and could smell your sadness or frustration or arousal, my animal wanted to force its way up to trot after you and lay us at your feet.” He reached down, cupping both breasts, momentarily lost in that before looking back at me. “I can’t do anything to ease the ache inside you until your thighs are painted with your slick. Drench the bed with your arousal, love, and I’ll give you what you want.”
As if summoned by him, a flush of dampness oozed from me. He smiled, like I had been a good little girl.
“That’s it, love. Spread your legs for me. Show me your sweet little pussy.”
My human brain fought for control, freaking out at such a blatant display, but Jai was in the driver seat when it came to my body. His eyes shone silver when I did as he asked, and he nodded slightly, unable to look away until finally, he launched himself at me.
Then it all became a heated mess. The scrape of his stubble on my neck as his teeth scored the skin, only for kisses to obliterate the sting. The nuzzle of his nose and lips, nudging my nipples until I squirmed so much, he relented, drawing them deeper. My pants came in time with each pulse, the heat spreading out from the sensitive tips. He remade my flesh into fire, stroking, sucking, licking, until finally, his lips trailed along my belly button.
“Well, look at you,” he said, making a show of glancing between my legs, then back up at me. “Sweet, pink, and dripping. Just the way I like it. Let’s see if we can make you—”
“Please, Jai…”
I felt like I’d been begging for hours. Hollingsworth seemed to have a hard-on for thinking of shittier and shittier scenarios to force us into, but right now, it felt like Jai was a much more effective torturer. My lips were dry, my tongue running feverishly over them, but they dried again seconds later. My throat felt like a desert, struggling to squeeze the words out.
“Please, what?” he asked.
“Please…”
My skull was full of sticky treacle, thoughts difficult to generate, let alone words. I’d said precisely two the whole time, over and over.
“Please what?” he insisted, his thumb sliding through my seam, only to toy with the entrance to my cunt, dipping the tip in slightly when I didn’t answer.
“Yes…yes…yes…that.”
“Well, all right then.”
I keened as I felt his breath on my overheated skin, the sound only getting higher when he dove in. He went for little kitten licks initially, but I didn’t allow that. I felt his chuckle as I shoved myself into his face.
“Yes, love…” he growled, sliding his hands up my butt and holding on, licking a line up my centre like a kid devouring ice cream, making yet more inarticulate noises as he got a taste of me. And he was in good company. I didn’t know what I was crying, some rambling string of syllables that made no fucking sense when strung together, but it was