Even her snarl and the way she got in my face was a rebellious example of how little she paid attention to the dangers I laid out before her.
“You don’t get to take it back,” she barked. “And it’s not solely your decision to make anymore.” Stepping away, some of her anger dispersed and was replaced by a determined scowl. She blew out a breath, “But… I understand where you’re coming from, even if its the most fucked-up, sorry excuse for self-deprivation I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m glad you understand,” I bit out, and my lip curled at the veiled insult. “So, pray tell, why are you still flickering at me like a little lightning bug?”
She glowered, but her skin seemed to light up more.
“Because, Ezra, I still want you to fuck me.”
I jolted and she responded with a sly smile, like she recognized the checkmate she just threw down.
“My call may not work on you,” she purred, reaching around to unsnap her bra. “But I’m not sure how else to get my point across.” The delicate cups fell to the floor in a flutter of lace. “I’m not running. I don’t care if we’re the most hated couple in the supernatural world.” Her thumbs hooked into the panties next, and my eyes remained glued to them as they slowly slid down her legs to pool on the floor. “I don’t care if you murder thousands of our enemies and keep their body parts frozen in jars like twisted Christmas decorations.” Naked and more radiant than the pale light of the moon, she took willful steps toward me once more. “I. Choose.You.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed over the thickness in my throat. It was unbelievable, but there was no denying it; Rani wanted to bond with me, risks and all. I laid it out for her, everyfoul pleasure, and she lapped it up. When I opened my eyes again, my decision was made.
I fucking chose her too.
“You realize what you’re asking for?”
She rolled her eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Ezra, I just said—”
I reached an arm around her bare waist and yanked her to me, cutting her off.
“No. Do you know what bonding with memeans?” My free hand roamed over her delicate skin; a finger across the soft curve of her shoulder and down her arm, before seizing a handful of her ass in my palm. “I will take and devour you. Every inch. Every hole. I’m going to claim all of it, Rani.”
She shivered in my arms, unconsciously moving closer, and I smirked.
“I think you want that.”
“You know I do.”
“Hmm, we’ll see how you feel once I’m inches inside that ass.” I leaned down and ran my nose up the column of her throat, scenting the sweet pheromones streaming off her in waves. Her heart thudded against my chest like a mini drum as I nipped her lobe and whispered, “But by then, it will be too late.”
Rani
I shivered from the dark promise in his words; all too aware of my nakedness as goosebumps rose across my skin. His soft shirt rubbed against my chest as he pulled me even closer. This waswhat I wanted. None of that self-sacrificing bullshit. I wanted him to touch me the way I knew he could; the way I was already obsessed with.
Ezra’s free hand roamed, ghosting up my side, over my ribs to my breasts; his finger softly skimming the underside on its way to my nipple.
The hard pinch caught me by surprise.
Yes.I wanted more of that. Exactly that.
The bite of his grip was brief and melted into pleasure as he rolled the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger, and my head fell back on a moan. This man knew how to work my body like no one else. EvenIdidn’t get that reaction from my damn nipples. Bitches.
I caught his smirk as he watched my response, but for once, I didn’t challenge him on it. I was too scared he’d stop if I did. Each touch hooked into me until it felt like a string connected directly from where he played to my center. It pulled taut with each tug.Tighter.
When he finally released me, it was both relief and frustration that clashed inside my chest but there wasn’t time to focus on either, because his lips were on mine, distracting me from the way his soft T-shirt now felt totally different against the abused and puckered tip. Ezra’s kiss was like learning to breathe underwater; it stole my air and replaced it with something magical and fun.
His tongue slipped inside my mouth, toying and teasing. Slow. The man took his time and savored. The taste of him reminded me of a snow cone in the middle of summer; crisp and cool going down my throat, and when he pulled away, I swore I could see my breath.
Those skillful hands moved to my shoulders next and lightly pressed down. I opened my eyes at the strange weight and blinked when he did nothing but stare back at me. He pressedagain a little harder, and this time, I got the hint. The soft, worn rug beside the bed cushioned my knees as I lowered to the floor, putting me eye level with the bulge in his sweatpants. It jumped behind its cotton confinement.
Ezra reached behind his head to pull off his shirt, then looked back down at me in expectation. He didn’t need words; I knew exactly what he wanted, but seeing the intensity he leveled at me wasn’t something I was prepared for. Being someone’s sole focus. It felt like he could look all the way inside me, past the walls and defensive confidence, to the trembling girl who just wanted to know that he was in this with her.
Breaking eye contact, I worked his sweatpants and briefs over his hips, then pulled them down his legs until he was as naked as me. That imposing cock of his sprang up, fully awake and ready for a repeat performance of that night in the shower.
“Lick it.”
