A Crown Of Shadows And Secrets - Sloane Murphy Page 0,114
in with Caleb on his heels.
“I fucking said no!” Roman roars as he rushes towards me.
“What’s going on?” I ask, confused.
“His fucking plan is fucked, that’s what. You are not being carted off there alone while the rest of us are passed out. I am not leaving you alone with those monsters.” He growls and his eyes glow. By the time he reaches me, I can see his fingers turning to claws.
“Roman, it’s going to be okay,” I say, soothing him. “Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.”
I look back to Morgan, a smile dancing on her lips as Caleb rolls his eyes.
“Why don’t we go somewhere we can talk?” I say softly to Roman, wrapping my arms around his waist so he can feel that I’m okay. So that his wolf knows I’m here and still in one piece. I feel as his breathing slows and evens out, and his claws retract.
“Let’s do that,” he says pulling himself from my arms and taking my hand, pulling me from the room. I look back and watch as the doors disappear from sight, then he opens a door in the hall and pulls me into a fucking closet.
“What are we doing in here?” I ask softly, trying not to sound as frustrated as I feel.
“We need a different plan, Remy,” he growls, and his eyes glow again.
“No, we need to get Fallon back, Roman. I’m happy to be taken if it means we can get her back home and out of Azriel’s grasp.”
“And what if something happens to you?” His voice is low and gravely as he asks the question, and goosebumps ripple over my skin.
“Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“You can’t know that!” He roars.
I capture his face and kiss him, hard and full of fire.
The easiest way to calm and reassure his wolf is to let him know I’m okay, and sometimes the best way to do that is to fuck the worry right out of him. I figure it's a win-win. He's calmer, more collected and I get an orgasm or three out of it.
But my kiss only exacerbates his mood. He turns that fire right back on me and garners complete control of the situation. With his hands one on each of my cheeks, he pushes his tongue inside my mouth and punishes me with a kiss so violent and full of love that it makes me weak. Powerless.
As always, Roman takes charge, and I’m happy to let him. He is in control of our fucking, my pleasure, of my body.
In one swift move, he has me facing the nearest shelf full of shit I can't properly see, with my face turned to the side so I can see the glow in his feral eyes.
“You think you can manipulate me with your magical pussy, princess? Think you can get me to sit, roll over and play dead while you continuously put your life in danger?”
He is pissed and I'm so horny I can barely contain myself. I rub my ass against his monster erection as it presses against the crack between my cheeks. The thought of him fucking me raw barely has time to flash across my mind when he's already unceremoniously pushing my pants down and ripping my lace panties into shreds.
“I would die for you, princess. I would destroy the whole of civilization for you without a second thought.” He aligns his cock to the slit of my pussy and just rubs it back and forth, coating it in my juices. “But what I will not do is sit back and watch you die.”
On his last word, he slams into my pussy but is out just as quickly.
I'm moaning at the delicious intrusion and also crying at the sudden loss of him.
Is he torturing me?
“Roman, oh God, please.” I'll beg for his cock. I have no shame in that.
“Shh, good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.” And I'm not sure which one I want to be at this very moment. I guess it depends on the punishment.
He slams back into me, pumps inside me a couple of times and then, once again, he's gone.
“Roman!” I groan, my voice wanton and needy.
The fucker has the nerve to chuckle.
“Frustrating isn't it? Not getting what you want?” He's teaching me a lesson? Is that it? I'll show him a lesson.
With one hand holding onto the shelf, I let the other travel down to my clit to rub myself but he's quicker than I am, and apparently