demanding. Uncompromising in what you take.”
She removes her hand from my abdomen, but only to shift it to my forearm. My skin heats as she slides down until her fingers curve around my wrist. Her touch only serves to increase the tension running through my body. “You can take what you need from me. I won’t break.”
“I never want to make you feel as if I’m using you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” She nibbles on her lip again and her fingers slide down over the back of my hand, rubbing against my knuckles before she wraps her fingers around my fist. “Not when that’s what I want too.”
“And what is that?”
“For you to take from me.”
A dangerous growl rumbles in the back of my throat. “I don’t trust myself not to hurt you.” I remove her hand from mine and take a step back. “The things I want…”
“Are what?”
“They’re no different from what any of those men did to you.”
“It’s worlds different.”
“You don’t understand.”
“What don’t I understand? You’re an alpha protector, with a bit of caveman inside of you. That’s totally okay with me.” Her brows rise in challenge.
“Are you sure?”
“Truth?” She waits for me to answer, but I’m not sure what to say and opt for silence. “The truth is, you brought me to your home, whether to protect me, shelter me, or to finally act on those filthy fantasies running inside your head. It doesn’t really matter. I’m here and I’m tired of dancing around this sexual tension. You’re not protecting me from anything by closing yourself off to me. Any normal couple would be twisting the sheets by now. Instead, I’m still standing here, naked and willing, and you very obviously want me.”
She again closes the gap. Stepping so close her nipples graze against the fabric of my shirt. She tips her head back and looks at me. “If you want me to beg—I’ll beg. If you want me on my knees, I’ll go to my knees. If you need something else…”
I don’t let her finish that sentence. Everything she says is true.
Moira’s gotten to me. She’s under my skin and in my head. She’s in every beat of my heart and every breath I take. It’s time I stop fucking around and take what’s rightfully mine.
What she freely, and desperately, offers.
That realization slams into my gut.
But this goes beyond anything I’ve felt before, stretching beyond shallow interest and casual sex. With Moira, I want more than a simple night of pleasure. I want to make her mine in every way.
That awakens the darkest, most twisted, parts of my nature.
I cup her face, tilting her head back. Before she can react, I let go of my restraint.
My desire stirs and unfurls its wings, stretching wide, as my balls tighten and my cock swells even more. These feelings, now that they’re unleashed, will never again be contained. They’re out there, between us, dangerous, monstrous, and impossible to tame now that they finally get to taste the woman I love.
It’s heady and carnal, desperate and insane, but the fuck if I care anymore.
Eighteen
Griff
“You’re mine, Moira. All mine.”
“Yes, Griff. All yours.”
Whatever else she has to say disappears beneath the press of my lips. My desire surges within me as I lay claim to her lips, her mouth, and soon her entire body.
I give no fucks about giving her space to work out her demons. Not after seeing the pain in her eyes. She thought I found her disgusting. For the next few hours, I’m going to show her exactly how much I desire her body, her mind, and her soul.
My pulse careens away, galloping on the heels of the lust raging in my veins. I want to control her body, torment her with pleasure, and wreck her for any other man.
I want to lay claim to her heart.
Blood rushes to my groin, hardening my cock even more, making it ache and throb as it swells. But that greedy fucker needs to wait its turn.
This kind of desire, it’s different.
Visceral, but not rooted solely in lust. It’s in the way we meld together and in how her voice caresses my skin. It’s in the way she settles in my arms and in the way her scent overwhelms my senses. Her entire essence settles into my brain with a comforting sense of the familiar.
Her mouth opens for me, willing and full of surrender. Our teeth clash with the urgency of the kiss and her lips will be bruised come tomorrow. The kiss