“Mine,” he rasped. “I need you now. Spread your thighs wider and let me claim you.”
She parted her thighs more, a little stunned that he’d just come but wanted to be inside her. He did the unexpected instead of f**king her. He backed up a little and inhaled, growled loudly and glanced up once more.
“You carry my scent now.” A wickedly handsome grin curved his mouth, he licked his lips and adjusted his hold on her again, pinning her legs open and slowly lowered his face until hot breath fanned her pu**y. “I want yours now.”
Her fingers clawed the bedding as a hot, thick tongue teased her clit. Wrath didn’t go at her gently or slowly. A hungry, near desperate mouth fastened onto the bundle of nerves, licked rapidly and snarls added a slight vibration to the ecstasy he was dishing out.
“Oh, Wrath,” she moaned.
He grew more aggressive, as if he was frantic to make her cl**ax, nuzzled his face in tighter against her pu**y and his bottom teeth lightly raked the supersensitive spot he paid special attention to. She moaned and he did it again, then again. Her back arched and she would have slammed her legs closed because it was too intense but Wrath wouldn’t allow it with his strong hands pinning her.
She cried out his name and enjoyed every mind-blowing wave of ecstasy that shook her body. His mouth tore away from her pu**y, he rose and she opened her eyes just as he collapsed on top of her. Her arms were pulled above her head, he shackled her wrists together with the fingers and thumb of one hand and cupped her face.
“I’ll never let you go. I’ll die for you. I have to have you right now.”
He entered her pu**y with his thick, still-rigid c**k in one steady, slow thrust. Lauren gasped at being parted, taken. She unquestionably felt claimed when he paused while buried deep inside her and his body surrounded hers as he came down over her even more.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Lauren couldn’t have looked away from his piercing gaze if she wanted to, not that she did. She watched his eyes narrow as he slowly withdrew until he almost left her pu**y, he paused, but drove back into her deeply. Pleasure and oversensitivity made her gasp, her body still recovering from her cl**ax.
“Take me, Lauren. Let me love you.”
She’d have done anything for him, given him anything at that moment. He moved again, slowly pulled back until he almost left her body then surged forward abruptly to make all those nerve endings inside jolt awake from the way he stroked them.
“I want to hold you,” she panted and tried to free her wrists but his hold just tightened.
“I’m in control and I need to stay that way. Your hands on me make me lose my mind.”
He held her down. Their gazes locked as he kept f**king her and Lauren had to admit it was sexy as hell being pinned, unable to do anything but feel Wrath, his powerful body driving into hers. He shifted his position, adjusted the angle of his c**k and did it again. She cried out louder as more pleasure raced to her brain and Wrath grinned.
She wanted to ask him what was so amusing. Her body burned, the need to come again nearly unbearable, but she didn’t get the chance. He released her face, reached down to clutch the top of one thigh and began f**king her in earnest. He hammered her with his cock, hit that same spot over and over, rapidly, and she threw her head back. Her eyes closed—she couldn’t keep them open—and she forgot how to breathe as rapture rippled through her. A haze of white wiped out her ability to think, she screamed and the body over hers jerked enough to shake the bed.
A howl deafened her. Wrath’s h*ps bucked against her pu**y and he came hard inside her. She could feel the swelling as he locked inside her. He released her wrists and thigh, braced his arms to avoid crushing her under his body and his face lowered until hot breath fanned her neck.
“Always, Lauren,” he whispered. “I give you my life, my loyalty and my heart forever.”
Her arms lifted, wrapped around his neck, and she clamped her legs around his ass to hold on to him as tightly as her exhausted body could.
“I love you, too.”
His mouth opened and he gently nipped her throat. “I hope you meant it when you said I have you because I can’t let you go. You’re my mate, my other half, and my soul.”
Tears filled her closed eyes and she smiled. “I’m all yours, baby.”
Chapter Nineteen
Lauren opened her mouth and shook her head. “This is ridiculous, Wrath. I can feed myself.”
He growled at her, dark eyes narrowed and he waved the fork in front of her mouth. “Open.”
Her lips parted and he eased the bite inside. She took it, chewed, and enjoyed the taste of sesame chicken. Wrath turned a little, stabbed the fork into a veggie and watched her eat. She knew he waited for her to finish it so he could make her take another bite.
His c**k twitched against her vaginal walls, a reminder that she straddled his lap, and they were still connected. He’d rolled her over, their bodies still locked together after a third round of hot sex and he’d shifted their bodies until he sat on the edge of the bed to be able to reach the nightstand.
She’d forgotten about the food Shadow had said he’d bring until Wrath had torn open the plastic bag, opened the large container and she’d smelled the Chinese food. Someone had run for takeout, gotten a huge amount of it in a big to-go tray and had even remembered to bring a few sodas in cans with two forks. Wrath had insisted on feeding her.
“Eat more. You’re little and you need your strength.”
She parted her thighs more, a little stunned that he’d just come but wanted to be inside her. He did the unexpected instead of f**king her. He backed up a little and inhaled, growled loudly and glanced up once more.
“You carry my scent now.” A wickedly handsome grin curved his mouth, he licked his lips and adjusted his hold on her again, pinning her legs open and slowly lowered his face until hot breath fanned her pu**y. “I want yours now.”
Her fingers clawed the bedding as a hot, thick tongue teased her clit. Wrath didn’t go at her gently or slowly. A hungry, near desperate mouth fastened onto the bundle of nerves, licked rapidly and snarls added a slight vibration to the ecstasy he was dishing out.
“Oh, Wrath,” she moaned.
He grew more aggressive, as if he was frantic to make her cl**ax, nuzzled his face in tighter against her pu**y and his bottom teeth lightly raked the supersensitive spot he paid special attention to. She moaned and he did it again, then again. Her back arched and she would have slammed her legs closed because it was too intense but Wrath wouldn’t allow it with his strong hands pinning her.
She cried out his name and enjoyed every mind-blowing wave of ecstasy that shook her body. His mouth tore away from her pu**y, he rose and she opened her eyes just as he collapsed on top of her. Her arms were pulled above her head, he shackled her wrists together with the fingers and thumb of one hand and cupped her face.
“I’ll never let you go. I’ll die for you. I have to have you right now.”
He entered her pu**y with his thick, still-rigid c**k in one steady, slow thrust. Lauren gasped at being parted, taken. She unquestionably felt claimed when he paused while buried deep inside her and his body surrounded hers as he came down over her even more.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Lauren couldn’t have looked away from his piercing gaze if she wanted to, not that she did. She watched his eyes narrow as he slowly withdrew until he almost left her pu**y, he paused, but drove back into her deeply. Pleasure and oversensitivity made her gasp, her body still recovering from her cl**ax.
“Take me, Lauren. Let me love you.”
She’d have done anything for him, given him anything at that moment. He moved again, slowly pulled back until he almost left her body then surged forward abruptly to make all those nerve endings inside jolt awake from the way he stroked them.
“I want to hold you,” she panted and tried to free her wrists but his hold just tightened.
“I’m in control and I need to stay that way. Your hands on me make me lose my mind.”
He held her down. Their gazes locked as he kept f**king her and Lauren had to admit it was sexy as hell being pinned, unable to do anything but feel Wrath, his powerful body driving into hers. He shifted his position, adjusted the angle of his c**k and did it again. She cried out louder as more pleasure raced to her brain and Wrath grinned.
She wanted to ask him what was so amusing. Her body burned, the need to come again nearly unbearable, but she didn’t get the chance. He released her face, reached down to clutch the top of one thigh and began f**king her in earnest. He hammered her with his cock, hit that same spot over and over, rapidly, and she threw her head back. Her eyes closed—she couldn’t keep them open—and she forgot how to breathe as rapture rippled through her. A haze of white wiped out her ability to think, she screamed and the body over hers jerked enough to shake the bed.
A howl deafened her. Wrath’s h*ps bucked against her pu**y and he came hard inside her. She could feel the swelling as he locked inside her. He released her wrists and thigh, braced his arms to avoid crushing her under his body and his face lowered until hot breath fanned her neck.
“Always, Lauren,” he whispered. “I give you my life, my loyalty and my heart forever.”
Her arms lifted, wrapped around his neck, and she clamped her legs around his ass to hold on to him as tightly as her exhausted body could.
“I love you, too.”
His mouth opened and he gently nipped her throat. “I hope you meant it when you said I have you because I can’t let you go. You’re my mate, my other half, and my soul.”
Tears filled her closed eyes and she smiled. “I’m all yours, baby.”
Chapter Nineteen
Lauren opened her mouth and shook her head. “This is ridiculous, Wrath. I can feed myself.”
He growled at her, dark eyes narrowed and he waved the fork in front of her mouth. “Open.”
Her lips parted and he eased the bite inside. She took it, chewed, and enjoyed the taste of sesame chicken. Wrath turned a little, stabbed the fork into a veggie and watched her eat. She knew he waited for her to finish it so he could make her take another bite.
His c**k twitched against her vaginal walls, a reminder that she straddled his lap, and they were still connected. He’d rolled her over, their bodies still locked together after a third round of hot sex and he’d shifted their bodies until he sat on the edge of the bed to be able to reach the nightstand.
She’d forgotten about the food Shadow had said he’d bring until Wrath had torn open the plastic bag, opened the large container and she’d smelled the Chinese food. Someone had run for takeout, gotten a huge amount of it in a big to-go tray and had even remembered to bring a few sodas in cans with two forks. Wrath had insisted on feeding her.
“Eat more. You’re little and you need your strength.”
