Fisting his shirt so she wouldn’t fall, she gave in to the fit of laughter. His bemused expression only added to her amusement. “First off, we haven’t had intercourse. In my book, that means we’re not lovers. Second, maybe you should tell Anne and Jill about the ‘no sharing’ rule. I got the impression they didn’t mind.”
“They’re just…”
“Yeah, just friends. And so are Mark, and Larry, and…”
Devin cut her words off with a scorching kiss. He growled against her lips and melded their mouths, taking the lead and demanding her submission. She fought his dominance, biting and doing a little growling of her own, not the smartest move. The sound turned him on. Big time. Another snarl and he lifted her, hands on her hips. He backed her into the wall, trapping her with his body. The evidence of his excitement pushed against her thigh, the bulge seeming to grow the more she resisted him.
She tugged on his hair so hard she expected hunks to come out. It only tore an explicit curse from him before he was delving deeper. Sharp fangs cut both their tongues and the taste of his blood did what his dominant kiss couldn’t. Her muscles went lax, a sigh replacing the growl as she submitted to him. He moaned his approval and curled their tongues in a dance only Devin could deliver.
In one quick move, he slipped his hand past the waistband of her loose pants and into her panties, the heat of his palm branding her. He cupped her and toyed with the short curls hiding her sex. She whimpered. Just a little lower. He skimmed over her opening as if he’d heard her silent demand. Slowly, he drew his finger back and dipped…
Mark cleared his throat.
She froze even while Devin swirled the tip of his finger in her cream. Dammit, he did it again. A few kisses and all she could think about was sex. The man had some kind of hold over her.
“Lena, this is damn sexy to watch but is it what you want? I got the impression you didn’t want to fuck this guy?”
Devin licked her lips, a seductive swipe of his roughened tongue she shouldn’t find arousing but did.
“Oh, she does. In fact…” he bent his head and rubbed his chin over her scarred shoulder. She shivered and one corner of his lip lifted. “When I’m done with her, she’ll never, ever want to leave my side.”
She stared at him wide-eyed while Mark just laughed in the background. Mark knew her history. She’d used it as a reason to keep things casual between them.
Devin shifted his gaze to Mark. The tensing of his muscles worried her.
“Is there a problem?”
“Where did you find this guy, Lena? Never want to leave his side?” He shook his head. “He’s delusional.”
She shoved hard against Devin’s chest. He didn’t budge. She blew out a breath and leaned to the side so she could see Mark over Devin’s shoulder. “Look, today’s not a good day. How about I call you later? I’ll make up for this. Promise.”
“Like hell you will. You will never take another lover to your bed.” Devin flicked his angry eyes to Mark. “If you ever come around my female again, you’re going to regret it. Is that clear, Mark?”
Mark chuckled and gave him a cocky two-finger salute. “Sure, man. Call me, babe.”
Once the door closed behind him, she leveled Devin with a fierce scowl. “Who do you think you are? You can’t walk into my life and order me around!”
His lips lifted into a lopsided smile, a sensual look ruined by the condescending chuckle rumbling from his chest. With his hips pinning her to the wall, he roughly tugged the collar of her t-shirt down and exposed her shoulder, the intent in his expression clear.
This had to stop. Any more of his wicked kisses and he’d own her exactly as he claimed to now. The man turned seduction into an art form. A single glance and her hormones went haywire.
She pushed against him. “Let me go!”
“No, baby. I like you right where you are. Actually,” he swiped his tongue over his upper lip while she squirmed helplessly, “I’ll like it better once my cock’s inside you.”
She froze and stared at him open-mouthed. “I am not having sex with a man who claims—”
“Enough, Lena. Look at me.”
She did, the sharp tone compelling her.
“You will be mine today. I don’t care to hear your complaints about why you think I’m with you. None of those silly reasons will change my mind.” He leaned closer until his eyes became her world. “End of discussion.”
She shoved him until her muscles strained. No luck. She’d have an easier time moving a mountain. “End of discussion? You can’t just order me to fuck you. Now, let me go.”
“I don’t have to order you. You want me.” Gaze locked to hers, he slid his hand into her pants and over her mound. With languid swipes, he stroked her clit and she turned her head to hide how much that simple touch affected her. “And I’d say your body does too.” He pressed his mouth to her ear while his finger slipped between her wet lips. “Doesn’t it?”
She scowled, thought about lying, but couldn’t do it.
“Not going to answer? Okay then, let’s try another question.” He pushed deeper, parting her muscles, and brushed the edge of her G-spot. She trembled. “You like that?”
She bit her cheek to stop the moan threatening to escape.
His confident chuckle shook her body, adding to the strumming of his finger. A shaky breath slipped past her lips. She pressed them tighter together to stop any more from emerging.
“Yeah, I’d say you do.”
She glared at him and the corner of his mouth lifted higher, showcasing one glinting fang.
The back-and-forth motion along her inner walls stopped. “You know, Lena, my cock can stroke this spot better than my finger can.”
She fisted his shirt, fingers trembling. The battle raged within her, the same one she’d been fighting ever since she woke up in bed with him. Who was she kidding? She’d felt the pull to him from the first moment she laid eyes on him. If he’d just give her a few moments of breathing room, she’d explain how confused she felt. “I’m sure it can but—”
A second finger joined the first and her rebuttal turned into a groan. Once again her uncertainties faded in the face of this passion he evoked. He fucked her slowly. Each thrust took her higher. Her muscles tensed, tiny tremors dancing along her sheath to her womb. Her scalp tingled, her belly quivered. She was already so highly aroused that it didn’t take much to push her to the edge. A few rolling thrusts and she was right there.
He pulled his fingers out, laid them against her lips.
Her release, denied.
“You will fuck me, Lena, and when you do you’ll beg for it.”
He bent his head closer to her shoulder, ignoring her pathetic attempt to hold him back. A hungry groan spilled from him as he studied the scar he’d given her. What was it with Devin and that particular spot? One glance at it and lust hazed his eyes, fangs filled his mouth and his cock jerked against her thigh.
She could ask herself the same question. As soon as he touched the raised points, lust seized her. She was pretty sure he could make her come with a few licks to the bite.
“Once I finish what I started, this will mean more to you than a simple scar.”
He nipped the spot he’d teased ruthlessly only hours ago. Tingles shot straight to her clit. The bundle of nerves thumped as if connected to the mark. She bit her cheek to stop her moan from escaping. Another nibble and her core clenched. Dammit, she couldn’t think straight when he touched her. She wanted to be angry, not aroused.
“It’ll mark you as my female, Lena.” He turned his head so they were eye to eye. “Do you understand what that means?”
She shook her head even though she suspected the answer. Although neither Rick nor Vader had bitten her, they’d still called her ‘my female’. With the term came a possessiveness that had made her see red. She wanted Devin to admit to the same and give her a reason to ignore the longing to find a way to crawl inside his soul and never let him go. She needed her cloak.
/> “It means, no other male will ever touch you. It’ll be my cock that gives you release, my arms that hold you, my name on your lips. Only mine. Forever.”
She laughed, the sound more breathless than exasperated, and latched on to her anger. “And how are you going to accomplish that, Devin? Put a collar on me?” When he only shifted his attention to the column of her throat and nibbled over her vein without answering, she squirmed. Panic and lust quickened her breath. The confusion swamped her and she blurted, “The first chance I get, I’m running from you.”
He growled around the flesh of her neck and sucked hard. She jerked in his arms, electric pulses shooting straight to her core. Sharp teeth scrapped along the sensitized skin as he kissed and nibbled his way down the length. She bent her head and welcomed the intense shivers rippling through her body.
God, she was weak. Her plan to resist him couldn’t hold up in the face of his seduction. This man destroyed her protective armor with ease. All it took was his body touching hers and his forest scent in her lungs.
He dragged his fangs over her scarred collarbone and his exhale bathed the skin in warmth, easing the tightness in her muscles and destroying the last of her resolve. She didn’t understand why it felt so good for him to touch her there. Maybe it was seeing his reaction? But as her breasts grew heavy and moisture pooled low, she stopped caring.
Later. She’d yell at him later. Now she needed to come.
Each flick of his tongue sent her higher. In a part of her mind, she understood this wasn’t normal. The rest of her lusty brain cared little as long as she got the release she craved.
This time when she fisted his hair, she used it to hold him close. He latched his mouth over her shoulder and pressed each of his fangs against her skin. She closed her eyes, eager to savor this, but he refused to send her over the edge. He stilled.
Waited.
His name. That’s what he wanted. She considered denying him. His insistence she say it in order to gain his touch was just another way to condition her. Or maybe, it had something to do with his intense possessiveness. Either way, it’d be best to deny him. Too bad she lost her willpower a few flicks of his tongue ago.
“Devin, please.”
It didn’t work this time. Instead of giving her what she craved, he eased back so his lips brushed against her skin. “Who do you belong to?”
She snapped her teeth together.
Sex was one thing. This crap was another. Own her? Like hell, he did. He could seduce her all he wanted and she wouldn’t give him the answer he demanded.
He slid his fingers along her cleft, traced her drenched lips. “Answer me.”
“No. Dammit, don’t do this. Don’t make demands. Just let me come.”
His rough grunt almost made her take the words back. He didn’t give her the chance. He pressed his lips to her skin and sucked at the same time as he stroked her clit. She careened into another orgasm that stole the color of the world around her. Pleasure whipped through her body in waves from the roots of her hair to her toes.
He brought her down with slow strokes to her clit until she sagged against him. Only his hold stopped her body from slumping in a boneless heap on the ground. He scooped her up and cradled her in his arms. She snuggled into his embrace and closed her eyes, too tired and sated to demand he put her down.
He pressed a gentle, almost chaste kiss to her cheek. “All right, baby. No demands today. Sleep. You’re safe with me.”
She wasn’t so sure but did as he commanded because if he asked her again who owned her, she feared she’d agree to anything if it meant getting his cock inside her.
Chapter Nine
Lena woke to Devin’s cock poking at her backside and his fingers sliding into her sheath. She gasped but her shocked sound didn’t stop him from pushing deeper. Her muscles parted for his invading fingers, squeezed as he pulled them back. Another controlled thrust and she shuddered.
“Devin, what are—”
“Shhh, sweetheart. Close your eyes. Let me make you feel good.”
She reached back and touched hot skin. Oh god. She was naked in bed with an equally naked, aroused shifter. Her body went into instant meltdown. Lust surged, stronger than any other time she’d experienced it. She shook her head. Focus, dammit, focus.
“The phone. We have to check—”
“I did. No messages. It’s on the dresser. We’ll hear your sister’s text when it comes in.” He skimmed his lips along her jaw. His breath heated her skin. “But I can’t wait any longer, baby. Need to be inside you.”
She whimpered at the stark desire in his voice and bit her cheek while his fingers kept pumping into her center. She couldn’t get her mind to work. “Devin, I…this.” She groaned, the frustration she felt earlier this morning rearing its ugly head again. “We can’t have sex.”
He nibbled over her neck where he’d left his mark. “Sure we can.”
More thrusts and she panted. Every breath she took filled her lungs with evergreen and moss. “I barely know you.”
Lips brushing her ear, he whispered, “Your soul remembers me.” He licked the rim of her ear. “If it didn’t, this wouldn’t feel so right.”
The man knew exactly what to say and do to mess with her heart. She opened her mouth but he brushed his finger over the sensitive spot along her inner wall he’d barely touched earlier. Her words faded into a moan. Instead of pulling his fingers back like he had the last time, he stroked until her muscles quivered. The heel of his palm pressed to her clit and the movement of his hand rubbed the bundle of nerves.
He worked her body as if he knew her every trigger point. Each caress stimulated her more. Every pleased sound he made sent the butterflies in her belly to flight. The way he nuzzled her shoulder and the slow strokes of his cock against her bottom aroused her more. She never wanted to have sex more than she did in this moment.
Trying to regain control of the situation, she grabbed his hip, purposely digging her nails into him. “What, no demands to get my submission?” Not that he needed any. The man could seduce a nun.
He nipped her shoulder. “No demands. I shouldn’t have used your body against you.”
And he wasn’t now?
As if hearing her complaint, he licked the spot he nibbled and said, “If you want me to stop, I will.” Another small bite and swirl of his tongue to the scar on her shoulder and she moaned. “I don’t want to stop this, angel. I want to lose myself in you.”
“But how do I know—”
A growl rumbled his chest, stopping her from voicing her doubt. He stilled the movement of his fingers. “This is about us, Lena. Not what I can get from you. I could’ve taken your phone while you slept and left you.”
She sucked in a rough breath. She’d never considered that. “Why didn’t you?”
He rubbed his chin back and forth over the scar on her shoulder. “I told you I’m attracted to you and that when we came together it would be about us, not what I can get out of you. Didn’t I?”
Her pulse raced. Those silly dreams she knew better than to give life rose. Maybe Devin was different. Maybe he really did want her.
“Didn’t I, Lena?”
She shook her head and tried to stop the longing from taking root. “Yes, but—”
The smack of his heel to her wet lips stopped her words. He rolled his fingers inside her, stretching her, stroking her. Her eyelids fluttered closed, the last of her resistance faded. She shifted her bottom and he pressed his thumb against her clit while his fingers massaged.
“Good. Now tell me you want this.”
“Yes, I want.”
He stilled his hand. “Then show me.”
She whimpered but did as he ordered. She tilted her hips and fucked herself on his prodding fingers.
“That’s right. Get your body ready for me.” He licked her neck. “Want you hot…drenched.”
He slipped his other hand around her waist, holding her tightly against him. Her pants shortened while his stead
y ones stirred the strands of her hair. He quickened the pace, rolled his fingers inside her. She groaned, the twist of his spread fingers igniting the sensitive nerve endings along her sheath. Her muscles tightened. This time she wanted to come around his cock, not his fingers. She wanted him to share in her pleasure. He didn’t give her the chance to voice her needs.
He took her to the edge and ordered, “Come for me, Lena.”
Another hard thrust that smacked against her wet lips sent her over. The orgasm rolled through her. She rocked on his impaled fingers and he kept stroking, thrusting, pushing her to experience ecstasy at his hands for as long as possible. Tremors racked her body. Her breath wheezed out. Too much. She thrashed, tried to get away. He held her in place and brought her down, his slower strokes soothing the quivering muscles.
As the last of the ripples traveled along her sheath, he yanked his hand away and pushed her onto her back. A nudge of his knee and he urged hers apart. She spread her legs, welcoming him closer.
Slowly, as if afraid she’d scramble away, he lowered his hips until his cock pressed against her lower belly. Propped on his elbows, he simply stared at her a long moment with swirling kaleidoscope eyes.
“I never thought I’d find you, Lena.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and her breaths quickened, some unexplainable emotion settling over her. “I want to finish this thing between us, be a part of you, once and for all.”
She hadn’t known Devin long but the romantic way he referred to fucking her combined with the reverent expression he wore did funny things to her heart. She lowered her gaze to his lips. She couldn’t handle the emotions swirling in her heart.
“Lena.”
The longing in his voice matched the feeling growing inside her. She met his captivating eyes. He grinned and the force behind it left her weak inside. Slowly, he shifted his body so he straddled her. His gaze swept over her to settle on her breasts. He ran a single finger from her lower belly to the edge of her rib cage.
“I want to join us. Now.” He brushed the strands of her loose hair off her shoulder to expose the scar there. With a featherlight touch of his fingertips, he drew a circle around the mark. “But I won’t. We’ll have to wait.”
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