by Lana Kole
All mine.
The words trailed through her mind, shocking her with their level of possessiveness, but she didn't argue as she slid a hand behind Amir’s neck and pulled him down to her. This time, she maintained control of the kiss— that is, until Amir grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall above her. Maya had to admit it was hot as fuck, and the proof was in the way her core clenched in response to the strength in the man before her. In the way her breath caught when he reached for her shirt and stripped it over her head before she could protest. And most definitely in the way he wasted no time in unsnapping her bra and brandishing his own smirk.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to play with these, umri.” With his words, he traced her sides, goosebumps pebbling across her skin in response. Amir stretched his thumbs over her breasts to graze the matching gold rings piercing her nipples. Her nerves lit up like fireworks beneath her skin as he teased the jewelry. His gaze jerked to her when she gasped.
“What? Haven’t ever had anyone play with these before?”
Amir was probably teasing, but Maya was dead serious as she shook her head slowly. She’d gotten them as a fuck you to the world—a secret rebellion that proved no one controlled her. The smug look that came into his eyes as he leaned down to wrap his lips around one taut nipple and the glimmering jewelry was her undoing. Maya didn’t even try to silence the moan that escaped when his tongue laved and flipped the ring around, wreaking havoc with her nervous system. When she tried to slide her fingers through his hair, he gripped her wrists and slammed them into the wall again.
Her pussy flooded at the pure dominance he radiated, and she whined as he gave the same attention to her other nipple. With one last ditch effort, she tried to take control of the escalating situation, pushing against his hold, but at the moment she was no match for his strength. Amir’s burning, sunshine eyes glared up at her, and he put more pressure on her wrists.
Abandoning her aching nipples, he rose up until he could peer into her eyes. “Why do you keep fighting this?”
Maya honestly did not have an answer for him and pressed her lips together.
At her silence, his gaze hardened, and Maya gulped in part arousal, part titillated nerves.
“I’ll just have to teach you to take what I give you.”
With those promising words, Amir leaned forward to take her mouth again. Maya let him, because she was too distracted with his roaming hands to do anything else. Her lips parted easily, their tongues clashing together in a battle of wills. Who would break first?
Maya refused, but with every inch of her skin he bared, her resolve weakened. He shoved her leggings off her hips, taking her panties with them until the cool air tickled her ass and thighs, and left her panting with the intensity of the moment. Amir didn’t pause or falter for a single beat as he slid them down the length of her legs. With a hand on his bare shoulder, she balanced herself to step out of her pants.
Amir’s gaze traveled her exposed flesh like another caress, and Maya watched his eyes darken in lust as he ate up the sight she made. It was as if his iron grip on his control shattered when he finally saw her, because a low, deep, rumbling growl erupted from his lips when he stood to his full height.
Maya suddenly felt like prey, and she didn’t necessarily hate it.
Holding on to the last dredges of her own control, she reached out to work the button on his jeans and free his erection. The slightest shiver of nervousness flitted at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it away in favor of the sight before her. When she’d seen him naked the first time, she’d tried to avert her eyes out of mind-boggling shock and respect. This time, she practically salivated at the sight of him. His cock was huge, and no, Maya didn’t have a ton of experience to compare, but she didn’t need any to know the man before her must have been specifically blessed by the gods.
You know, in more ways than one.
“Like what you see?”
Maya nodded before she could stop herself, and a pure, shit-eating grin stretched his lips, before the hunger bled back into Amir’s heated gaze. Maya had a feeling she would burn if she got too close to the sun, but at the moment she didn’t give a fuck.
Chapter Seven
Amir smirked as he watched Maya’s eyes dilate. He had her, hook, line, and sinker. And he’d never been more fucking relieved. After wanting her for so long, Amir almost couldn’t believe he was about to finally fucking have her. Yeah, he should probably be downstairs, doing his duty and making sure his brothers didn’t fuck up anything in the bar… but when Maya writhed against his hold, he was lost. It was his turn to be selfish anyway, they could be the responsible ones for once.
So as he leaned close, trapping her against the wall once more, her tiny frame barely coming to his pecs, he counted his fucking blessings one by one. He wanted to start with every freckle on her skin, but they didn’t have time for that right now. Instead, he gripped her hips and pulled her up into him, bracing her against the wall. When she ground her hips into him, wrapping her legs around his waist, the hot, wet heat of her pussy branded him, and he couldn’t stop the purr that rattled his chest.
She gasped, and Amir peered into her pretty golden eyes to see the eagerness there. After all this, she was still trying to control this situation, and he didn’t understand why.
Studying her gaze, he made sure she was truly ready for this before he gripped her hips tighter, centered himself between her lips, and entered her with an aching slowness.
Maya cried out as Amir pushed into her. Her arousal helped ease him in, but still, he was bigger than she’d ever experienced, and it took some adjusting. Gripping his shoulders, she squeezed with the intensity of the sensations overwhelming her. Maya glanced down to see his big cock gradually filling her, and she moaned at the sight, rocking her hips for more. The stretch was intense, but she’d be damned if she didn’t want it all.
Tired of his slow and easy motion, she gripped the back of his neck and pulled his gaze to hers. “Amir. I’m a greedy bitch, and I need you to hurry the hell up and fuck me.”
He froze, and she hid the triumphant glee within as she watched lust bleed into his gaze. His fingers gripped her so hard she would probably have bruises after, but she would cherish them.
When he pulled out of her with deliberate slowness, she thought she was going to scream—until he paused with just the head still breaching her. Then, with no warning, he slammed back inside, her shoulder blades aching from the force with which he drove her into the wall.
“Oh my god, yes! Fuck!”
No more slow and gentle. That Amir had left the fucking building. His new pace was brutal, hard and perfect. Reaching between them, he thumbed her clit, holding her against the wall with his thrusts and a hand under her ass. The muscles in his arms flexed with the strength he used, and Maya moaned as the pleasure rushed through her faster than she could resist. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she moved her hips as much as he allowed to meet him with each thrust. Suddenly, she shattered around his cock with a moan, forcing him to slow as he thrust past her clenching pussy.
Amir was going to fucking lose it. Maya tightened around him, her walls clenching down on his cock as he slowed his thrusts to fuck her through her orgasm. Her quiet whimpers were music to his ears as it abated, the wave retreating. With a soft smile on her face, her golden eyes fluttered opened, quickly darkening when she saw the hunger he refused to hide in his gaze.
“I hope you don’t think I’m finished with you.” To punctuate his words, he drove into her hard one more time before pulling out, cursing as she squeezed around him once more. Precum beaded on the head of his cock, painting the lips of her pussy, and he took a deep, steadying breath. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, he turned and walked them over to the couch on their right. Lowering her feet to the ground, he smirked at the tremor in her legs as she stood before him.
Without even pausing, he spun her around and bent her over the arm of the couch, pullin
g her ass high in the air as he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades to lower her upper body to the cushions. Palms trapped beneath her, she stiffened at first, but a whimper floated up to him as he gripped her hip with one hand, and teased her slit with the head of his cock using the other. Too eager to finally take her, he slid inside with one, firm thrust. Her walls seized him, and he purred, the sound reverberating from his throat as he realized she was even tighter like this. Little moans and breathy pants urged him on, and he was fucking happy to oblige.
Maya tried to rise up on her palms but he drove into her hard, throwing her off balance. Instead of letting her steady herself, he took her hands and held them at the small of her back, pressing her head down into the cushions. She grumbled something that turned into a gasp when he circled his hips. He leaned down, a filthy fucking smirk on his face at the high he was getting from dominating her.
“What was that, Maya?”
When she didn’t answer, he gripped her wrists in one hand and leaned over her like a prowling predator. And as a male wanting to mark his territory, he purred, placing a kiss on her neck, then sank his blunt teeth into the skin. Maya screamed, her pussy clenching around him as she came.
Amir had her at his mercy—teeth in the back of her neck, hands behind her back, pinned over the sofa, his dick pounding her through another orgasm. Maya finally conceded complete control to Amir, slumping against the couch and taking everything he would give her, uninhibited sounds pouring from her lips. From this angle, the way he filled her was even more intense. With each thrust, she rocked against the cushions, her piercings tugging and pulling at her nipples with each motion, sending flames roaring through her body. His hips smacked into her ass with every thrust and she cried out, her pussy spasming around him as she discovered how hot it was to willingly give up her control.
And that’s what she’d done—totally given Amir free reign to fuck her however he wanted. He wasn’t disappointing her, and she could do nothing but moan as he released the grip on her neck, soothing the wound with his tongue before pulling back up. Instantly, she missed the pressure of his weight on her back, but she didn’t question it, couldn’t even form fucking words at this point. When he threaded a hand in her hair to yank her head to the side and hold her to the couch, a pressure built behind her eyes, one similar to the intensity of the release building within her. Pulling her up with a tight grip on her hair, he licked and bit at her lips, mumbling filthy words into her mouth as he pounded into her.
“Maya, you’re taking my cock better than I ever could have imagined. You’re mine now, you know that, right? This clit is mine.” Amir reached around, and a pinch of his fingers on her sensitive flesh had her seeing stars. “This pussy is mine.” A guttural growl accompanied his words as he cupped a possessive hand to her swollen flesh, slick with her desire. “This orgasm is mine.” A nip to her earlobe sent her need spiraling, sharp and brilliant and bright. “You.” Another bite, teeth digging into her flesh. “Are.” A snap of his hips sent them both forward, her nipples roughly abraded on the fabric of the couch, sensation screaming through her. “Mine.” His roar joined her scream as the ferocity of his claiming took both of them in its grip, pleasure and pain blinding them both in a maelstrom of hedonistic power.
Tears fell as the tremors shook her into oblivion, shattering her into pieces as stream after stream of his cum filled her, taking her, marking her.
When she came down from the heights of pleasure, her breaths sounded harsh in the quiet room. The comforting weight of Amir pressed into her, his own breaths tickling the back of her neck. Gentle kisses trailed down her spine, spreading chills over her body in soothing waves. He pulled out and stood, swooping her into his arms effortlessly. At least one of them could still function, because Maya’s entire body wobbled like jello—she was wrecked in the aftermath of their collision.
I don’t think insurance covers well-fucked.
Maya chuckled, completely at ease in Amir’s arms as he took them to the shower in her master bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the counter, leaning her back against the mirror. Hissing at the cold countertop underneath her, she studied Amir as he fiddled with the shower. When he turned on the water, steam curled through the room as he dialed it to her favorite temperature—burning in hell. Maya enjoyed a lovely view of his ass as he took care of everything.
In one smooth motion, he picked her up, placed her under the spray, and settled in behind her. It wasn’t until he began massaging her scalp with shampoo that she cracked an eyelid open and teased, “I finally get fucked, and you’re going to wash my hair?”
Amir’s chest shook with a deep chuckle, and she sent him a lazy smile over her shoulder as he worked the suds into her hair. “Well, I don’t think you could do it yourself at this point anyway. Can you even stand yet?”
Maya pouted up at him, knowing he was right. “It just means you finally did something right.”
Growling in response, he leaned down to tilt her head back and place a chaste kiss on her mouth, almost bringing tears to her eyes again. The emotion in such a simple action left her shaken. He finished washing and conditioning her hair, then took great pains to be as gentle as possible when soaping up her body. Maya realized she'd never felt so taken care of or cherished. She felt raw from the swirling emotions. Amir, of all people, had cracked her tough outer shell, pawing his way in and settling there.
Maya stood still while he toweled her off, sucking in a deep breath when he gently swiped between her legs. He carried her to the bed, depositing her between the sheets and sliding in next to her. The chilled bed sent goosebumps over her skin, and she shivered, tucking herself into Amir’s heat. Gathering her close, he placed another soft kiss on her head.
Lying next to him, her head on his chest with his arm tucked around her, she couldn’t help the feelings that swelled, and she knew she was lost. The words she wanted to speak were too hard to say while staring into his sunlit eyes, so she kissed his pec and mumbled them into his chest.
“Thank you.”
But she should have known Amir wouldn’t settle for that. He tilted her chin up with a finger, pushing her boundaries yet again.
“What was that?” But a knowing grin settled across his lips.
Maya rolled her eyes, a flush coloring her cheeks. It was ironic that after everything they’d just done, now she was embarrassed.
“I said ‘thank you.’ For taking care of me.”
He smirked. “And fucking you into oblivion?”
A slow smile curled her lips and she grinned up at him. “Well, that wasn’t too bad either.”
Maya could tell a witty response was brewing, but a yawn wrenched her jaw wide, and he pulled the blankets tight around them.
“It won’t be the last time. So you should get your rest while you can.”
“Shouldn’t you go help the guys close down the bar? You kind of abandoned them.”
A simple shrug, then, “They can handle it. I have much better things to do.”
Eyes already closing in exhaustion, she teased, “What? Like watch me sleep? Real interesting stuff, that. I’m pretty sure I drool.”
“That’s exactly what I plan to do, umri.”
But his words were wasted breath, because Maya had already fallen asleep, her hand limp on his stomach.
August grinned as they showed the last patron out the door, ushering them into a rideshare like Maya preferred. Maybe he should have gone a little easier on the kids and the Jeopardy drinking game.
Now, in the surrounding quiet of the bar, all he could hear was Maya’s screams of pleasure echoing in his head.
Yes, he’d heard her, all right. Hell, he was surprised the entire bar hadn’t heard her, even though he knew their shifter hearing was superior. Her scent enveloped him, the air perfumed with her lust from her activities with Amir. He wanted to roll around in it and bat at it like the finest catnip. Maya was a treat he desperately needed to taste, to savor. The craving to feel her flesh against
his rode him hard, and his instincts screamed that he find her now. But he could wait. He was nothing if not a patient predator.
Theo’s slim form rounded the corner of the hallway, and he narrowed his eyes at the both of them. August traded a glance with his brother.
“Here it comes,” August thought in his direction.
But no one spoke for a long moment. Theo’s sky blue gaze just studied them intensely until finally, he said, “I’m not going to ask. Maya is a big girl. But I have worked here for five years. I’ve seen Maya through her breakup, her uncle’s death, and now she’s thriving.” His eyes narrowed, and he took a threatening step closer.
Even though August could break the slim man in half, his respect grew for Maya’s friend.
“If you fuck with her, I have connections, ways that I can make your life hell without ever leaving my living room.”
Ah yes. The black-hat boyfriend. August had heard Chris referred to many times before. Too bad they were basically nonexistent. They hadn’t left any paper or electronic fingerprints in fifteen years.
Surprisingly, Asher was the one that spoke. “She’s more likely to hurt us than the other way around.”
August fought the urge to reach over and shake his brother by the shoulders. He was so worried about his past, August feared he might miss out on what was right in front of him.
“I can hear you, you know.” Asher’s wry voice floated through his mind, and August winced.
“Sorry. But it’s true.”
“Well if that’s true, you have nothing to worry about.” Theo glared at them for a few long seconds before bidding them goodnight and leaving out the back.
Then, they cleaned. Few words were spoken between him and Asher, but August knew their thoughts were of a similar tone—what it would be like to touch Maya. Hell, August was just envious that Amir was the first to pleasure her, and imagined Asher was much in the same state. Hard, aching, and slightly jealous of their middle brother.
