by Sosie Frost
Not now. I wouldn’t leave. Not until I’d tasted every part of him. Not until I’d felt every inch of him.
Not until I surrendered to him.
He tore from my lips to aim for my neck. Bites. So many bites. Nips and snarls and what might have been a rip if he hadn’t taken the care to be gentle.
His lips soothed what his bite had ravaged. First, the harsh clench of his teeth, then the calming ease of hot breath, a flick of a tongue, and the sweet sensation of lip against skin. I shivered. He liked that. Every nip cascaded more goose bumps over my body.
Devoured, but unable to hold him. He trapped me beneath him even as I longed to touch him, his body, his hair. Not that it mattered to a man like Cole. I was his sacrifice, his feast, his mate for the night and the sheath to the hardness which heated against my tummy. His cock flexed in an eager anticipation for what rested lower.
His kisses traced down. Over my shoulders and along my collarbone, chasing shudders as he licked. He seized my breast with a fierce hand. Gripping. Prodding.
Licking.
Oh God.
He took a nipple into his mouth, suckling hard on the bud and immediately tugging and pinching me just to hear my squeal. It was a test to see how much I could take.
This wasn’t foreplay. I was his appetizer, a taste of what would come and a tease for the cock that throbbed between us. I still couldn’t move, couldn’t touch him. I simply reveled in a quick nibble against my nipple as he sucked hard on the bud. I squirmed enough to earn his warming. He held me tighter against the bed.
I hoped he’d never let me go.
I burned for him beyond anything right or rational or reasonable. He shifted over me, and his weight on my chest promised something deep and primal. My core clenched in desperation to be filled with all of him. Everything he could offer.
I never met a man who made love with tooth and claw. He nipped at my breasts and bound me in his arms. I offered myself to him, arching to give him more of my delicate skin and soft curves, and fought his hold. A mistake.
“Stay flat on the bed.” His command heated my core. He tightened his arm over me and pushed me into the mattress. “Unless you want me to throw you on the floor.”
I licked my lip. “We’ll get there.”
“Maybe I should put you over my knee instead?”
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”
“You have no idea what you do to me, beautiful.”
I bucked my hips, pressing his raging cock against my belly. “You’re not hard to read.”
God, this man was strong. He rose over me, his arms at my sides, surveying the body stretched before him. He exhaled a harsh breath of impatience and need. I stayed still and presented myself immobile and obedient, just as he commanded.
Like a man starved of food, Cole dove over my body. He yanked me to the edge of the bed, but my legs pressed together. He didn’t like that.
His giant hands spread over my thighs and he guided—pried—my legs apart. The blues of his eyes hardened into a steeled grey.
“Don’t you hide from me.” He lowered himself inches before my slit, breathing and heating my core with every growled word. “You can’t get away.”
“Who says I’m trying?”
“You think you’re so brave, don’t you?”
“I can take everything you give.”
My hand snaked over my tummy. I stilled my fingers just before my slit. I didn’t have to dip into the folds. I was visibly, shamefully wet. Cole stared at me, his every muscle tensing as I denied touching where I so desperately needed him to caress.
“I need to get fucked by you. Don’t hold back.”
“You talk too much, beautiful.” He shook his head, this gorgeous man who threatened and adored in the same breath. “The only word I want to hear from you is my name.”
Cole gripped my hips and pinned me in place. I tensed as he seized everything he wanted from the crest between my legs.
Nothing romantic.
Nothing gentle.
He sunk upon me like a man crazed with lust. Nothing would stop him from taking what he wanted. A touch. A taste. My uncontrolled, gasping groan as he suckled my clit and slapped the inside of my thigh when I dared to twist away from his attention.
In my every imagined fairy tale, I thought my prince would tease and please. He’d give me a gentle pleasure until I ached in solemn need for my lover.
It wasn’t that way with Cole.
He didn’t lick or kiss. He ate, vulgar and exciting. He feasted upon my slit, and every strike of his tongue or slurp of his lips humiliated me in my own wet desire.
I shouldn’t have like being treated like this—as if I trusted him with my most vulnerable and delicate area for him to spit, slap, and sully.
But I couldn’t help myself. My body curled around him for protection and submission. I’d never been treated so roughly. He demanded my pleasure. Didn’t tickle for it. Didn’t tease to hear the slightest little whimper from my lips. He forced every shake and shudder, groan and twitch from me.
And I had absolutely no control.
Not over him. Not over what we did, how fast it happened, or how much I wanted it.
I didn’t even have control over my own pleasure.
Cole backed off the instant my body shivered in the beginnings of something magical and intense. He grinned in roguish pride.
“You’re not coming yet, beautiful. I’ll tell you when.”
Bastard.
I gripped the sheets, but the silken material slipped through my hands as I fought to escape his devilish tongue and unyielding grip. He drew away from me for only a moment, sucking on his index finger. I held my breath.
He slipped inside my pussy, laughing as every muscle in my body clamped down on him. Hard. Desperate. I bucked my hips, and he tisked his tongue, slamming his finger in me completely.
“Behave, beautiful.”
I thought I was. I thought I did everything I was supposed to do. I thought I was meant to offer my hips, my slit, my core for his finger just as I would his cock.
He kissed my clit, licking and caressing that quivering bud as his finger thrust inside me.
But Cole didn’t want me to behave. He wanted to drive me insane. Make me beg. Slicken me until my thighs glistened with my own desire and my body melted for any touch, kiss, or word he’d give.
Even the finger was too much. I gasped as the tension rose once more, crippling my arms and legs. I groaned his name.
And Cole withdrew.
He denied me with a laugh and stood.
What kind of a man played games like this? I was on the edge. Desperate. Shivering. One little flick of his tongue, and I’d be lost forever. One twist of his finger, a curl against that perfect little spot inside me, and I’d have humiliated myself in lust upon his bed.
But Cole preferred this shameless cruelty. He towered over me, intimidating me with a cock designed to conquer. His own fist tugged on his swollen flesh. He watched me suffer and jerked to my agony.
Evil man.
Beautiful man.
His command rumbled through me. “Get on your knees.”
Something deeply primal and terrible and wonderful existed in that order. I obeyed him and longed to explore every deep-seated urge that came from his authority.
I slid off the bed. Cole waited, naked and powerful. This monster, this beast, was all muscle. His hair hung in loose, golden waves that framed him like a mane around his shoulders. What might have been handsome was lost in wildness, something fierce and untamed.
He was every bit as regal as any story book hero, but I didn’t want a prince or gentleman.
I ached for a villain.
And he demanded my submission with an opened mouth and waiting tongue.
He said nothing, simply grabbed my hair as I took him between my lips. His cock thickened. He had a salty, masculine taste so addictive I wondered if I could even fit enough of him into my mouth to sate my own
desires.
“Get it wet…” Cole warned me. “You’re gonna want it as slick as you can get before I fuck that pussy.”
No one had ever talked to me like that before.
No one had ever used me like this before. Cole threaded both of his hands into my hair, guiding me as I sucked on his massive, intimidating length. He grunted and enjoyed every flick of my tongue, quiver of my lips, and gasp for breath. I couldn’t take much of him. He didn’t care. He yanked my head back and removed his cock.
“Tongue out.”
I did as I was told, rewarded with the entirety of his shaft pressed to my lips. He dragged the hardness, the smoothed skin, over my mouth, and I eagerly lapped at his cock to wet the entirety.
He growled. I braced for something painful and degrading, but Cole wasn’t cruel. He teased the head against my tongue, using me as a toy to relieve his own frustrations.
I was breathless, sweating, with swollen lips and aching nipples, but he hadn’t even taken me yet.
I shivered, ached, and shook. It wasn’t fair. My pussy pulsed, every passing second clenching my insides so hard I thought I’d collapse in need. I nearly touched myself to relieve that throbbing, but Cole gripped my hair, tugging on it to draw my attention to the only thing that mattered—his cock.
“You want it?” His voice rasped with a shadow of fury and the velvet seduction of dominance. “You wanna get fucked?”
I nodded.
“I don’t fuck nice.”
“I’m aware of your reputation.”
He lifted me up, clutching my wrists and slamming me onto the bed. “The rumors don’t always tell a true story. In reality…I’m much worse.”
I twisted. Cole guided me in place, his fist in my hair as I settled on my hands and knees, back arched just lewd enough to earn his growl. He settled behind me, hips against hips, jerking his cock. He rubbed against my wet slit.
Even the head was huge.
He didn’t warn me. Didn’t whisper anything sweet or kind to me.
Cole sliced his cock into me. One single, devastating strike that forced his thickness into my vulnerable, wet, aching pussy.
And I never felt anything so perfect in my entire life.
Cole thrust as much of his length into me as he could fit. I arched to take more.
There was no time to adjust to his size. No pause for me to catch my breath.
He wrapped his hand in my hair and squeezed until I was positioned how he wanted.
Head pulled back.
Shoulders squared.
My ass raised high for him.
He withdrew with a pained groan, like the thought of pulling from me enraged him. The return thrust earned his sated grunt, a sweaty and possessive sound of distinct satisfaction. Like a predator capturing his prey.
And I wanted to be captured and skewered and taken.
He read my mind.
“I can’t control myself with you, beautiful.” Cole’s free hand traced the shivers along my spine. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll fill you. I’ll take you until you can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t speak of anything but my cock.”
Those tickling fingers gently teased the base of my spine. I wasn’t ready for his slap against my ass.
Too hard.
I jerked, but the sting immediately faded into a warming tingle that made my core tremble.
I groaned against his second strike.
I begged for the third.
“Hold on…” Cole chuckled. “Or don’t. Not like you’re getting away from me.”
His grip on my hair held me firm, but Cole reached under me, his hand capturing my hips from beneath. I shrieked the instant his fingers brushed my clit.
This man was nothing but strength, and I was helpless against him. Tiny and petite, a fragile body for him to hold, position, and use to sheath his cock with a single thrust.
His tease melted me. I fell forward on my shaking legs, and every circle of my clit weakened me. Cole fit more of his cock inside with each un-breaking slam.
Then…he had me. Entirely. Flesh against flesh. The heavy package of his balls heated against my slit.
And he fucked me.
He’d waited until my body accepted all of him before betraying that trust and rutting into me with all the strength that a beast like him possessed.
I immediately surrendered, overwhelmed and delighted in the same thrust. Every strike against my core stole my breath. I gripped the bed. I arched with him. I offered my pussy.
And the pleasure blinded me to everything but the brute of a man using my body like an animal in heat. My shudders rolled through me and into him, and the cadence of my cries peaked almost instantly as I stretched over his length.
This wasn’t fairy tale love making.
This was a wolf in the wilds, a lion on the savannah, a beast in his castle.
Cole grunted like a fierce and untamed animal. But just when I weakened with a cresting pleasure, he denied me.
His growl was a fierce chastisement, and a slap to my ass broke the perfect, winding bliss that had already curled my toes. He slapped me again, and I had no idea which he intended to be the punishment—the spanks or the cruel, body-breaking thrusts.
Neither.
Everything delighted me, thrilled me with lust and submission. I begged to breathe, to come.
He tugged on my hair to pull me up and offered his thumb.
“Lick.”
I did as I was told, but he plucked his thumb from my mouth before I could demonstrate my prowess.
Uh-oh.
I stiffened as he pressed it against my ass, massaging it against a place no one had ever touched before.
But his thrusts stole my breath. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t stop him.
Couldn’t prevent him from slipping his finger inside a secret part of me.
My body erupted in shivers. I tensed and fought the intrusion, but he didn’t move his thumb, just used it to hold me still as his cock took what it wanted.
The sensations blinded me. I collapsed into goose bumps and heat. He liked that.
I crashed onto the bed, and he fucked me hard. He could take me as he wished. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t think with his thumb buried in that vulnerable place. His finger and cock delighted me in an absolute destruction of my sanity.
I clenched. We both groaned. I had never experienced sensations like this before, and I was slowly losing the battle against him, against my body, against the creeping, punishing pleasure that threatened to cripple me.
“Beautiful…” His words howled like a charging beast. “Tell me you want it.”
How? My voice burned away in a fierce moan for him.
“Gotta say it,” he ordered. “Tell me.”
“I…” I swallowed. My body clutched his cock, rending against the agony that was every perfect moment trapped beneath him. “Please, Cole…”
He roared. I gripped the blankets as his thrusts turned fierce, powerful, absolutely unraveled.
The slap of our skin crashed as loudly as my rasped breathing, my cries of his name. He slammed within me once, twice, and it became the breaking point I needed.
Heat erupted within me.
And I lost myself in his power.
My orgasm punished me more than any of his spanks, thrusts, or the struggle against his size. It branded me in heat.
How could an orgasm be as sharp as the swipe of claws? As fierce as a bite?
As perfect as him?
Nothing so crazed and raw had ever seized my body…
And nothing so powerful had ever conquered my heart, my soul, my past and present and the dangerous thoughts of my future.
As much as I wanted this man, as much as I had begged for his touch, I’d never be satisfied. Not because he hadn’t fucked me with a skill and power only a god should have possessed…but because once would never be enough.
I didn’t just want Cole for tonight.
This was the type of passion, adventure, an
d lust that I longed to feel for…
Forever.
And that wasn’t a thought that would lead to a happily ever after.
Cole held himself over me, conquering his own pleasure and straining as he remained upright, tensed, and poised within me. He gently removed his thumb before pulling out. Heat splashed from me, around me, onto me.
A wonderful feeling.
I twisted, resisting the urge to collapse upon his bed and curl against the monster of a man. But he had already shifted away, offering me the chance to breathe.
Alone.
Without him.
I was lost on the bed in my own thoughts and foolish desires.
I propped myself up, not meeting his eyes. I had no idea what to say. How to explain what I thought, what he did for me, how exhilarating it had felt to be taken and taken so hard and unapologetically.
I licked my lips. Cole tugged on his pants and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Silent.
He wasn’t the type who looked for cuddles and gratitude. I brushed the hair from my face with a small smile and slipped from the bed to gather the tatters of my clothes. Fortunately, the baby monitor hadn’t made a peep.
He didn’t watch me go.
I almost wished he had asked me to stay, but I wasn’t ready for that complication.
I wasn’t ready for him.
13
Cole
Goddamn it—the kid’s stuffed rabbit was hidden in my away-game duffel bag.
I untangled the toy from my headphones and shoes. The bunny—Mr. Rumpleass or whatever the hell Piper called it—was buried beneath my travel case and a spare set of clothes.
Shit.
I wiggled the little bunny. He practically became the fourth occupant in my house. Over the past week, I’d found him in the kitchen, conquering the pillow fort that had become my den, and snuggled beside Rose while she slept. Anywhere the kid was, the stuffed animal went.
He didn’t belong with me on an away game.
I hadn’t thought to check the bag before I left for the airport. Then again, I never had the risk of a stowaway before.
Now what?
I was on the other side of the damn country for the game, and the baby was probably freaking out. I couldn’t do anything to help. Just another reason to hate away games and being pulled away from my estate.
