“About the bite…” I start hesitantly.
“We have time,” he assures me, pressing a kiss to my temple. “No rush. I want you to be completely sure.”
The simple acceptance in his voice makes my heart swell. “It’s not that I don’t want it. I just need time to process everything. The ritual, us, all of it.”
“I understand.” His fingers trace my spine soothingly. “Whatever you need, however long it takes. I’m not going anywhere.”
I turn in his arms to face him, studying the earnest expression in his ice blue eyes. “What about your father? The pack?”
“They’ll accept you or lose me.” His voice is firm. “I meant what I said before. You’re my priority now. Everything else is secondary.”
“And the fae?” The mention of our enemies sends a shiver through me. “We still don’t know what they’re planning.”
“We’ll face them together.” He cups my face, thumb stroking my cheek. “No more lone wolf act from either of us. Whatever comes next, we handle it as a team.”
The certainty in his voice makes me smile. “I like the sound of that.”
His answering grin is bright enough to light up the darkness. “Speaking of teams…” His hand slides lower, making me gasp as he fingers me lightly. “Ready for another round?”
Heat pools in my belly at his touch. “Already?”
“Can’t get enough of you.” He rolls us so I’m straddling his hips, his cock already hardening against me. “I want to watch you ride me this time. See those perfect breasts bounce as you take my cock.”
I grind against him, loving how his eyes darken with desire, how his cock hardens against me. “Like this?”
His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements. “Just like that. So beautiful up there, taking what you need from me.”
I lift myself up slowly, then sink down onto his thick length with a gasp. The angle is different like this, letting me take him even deeper, my pussy still wet from his release. His eyes darken as he watches where our bodies join, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I start to move. “Take what you need from me. Use my cock however you want, Spitfire.”
The possessiveness in his voice makes me burn hotter. I experiment with different movements, finding what feels best. When I grind down in a particular way, his cock hits spots inside me that make me see stars.
“Look at you,” he growls, one hand sliding up to cup my breast. “So perfect riding my cock like this. Such a little slut for me and only me.”
His thumb circles my nipple as I move, adding to the building pleasure. The bond carries every sensation between us, making everything more intense. I can feel his satisfaction at each gasp and moan he draws from me.
“I want to watch you come like this,” he says, voice rough. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you up.”
His words send electricity through me. “Touch me,” I beg, increasing my pace. “Please.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with my movements. The dual stimulation makes my thighs tremble as I ride him. “Like this, Spitfire? This what you need?”
“Yes!” I cry out as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “So deep. So full.”
“Tell me more.” His fingers work faster on my clit as I bounce on his cock. “I want to hear you. What does it feel like?”
“Like you’re splitting me open,” I gasp, past shame or hesitation. “Like you’re touching places no one else ever has.”
He growls at that, thrusting up to meet my movements. “No one else ever will. This pussy is mine. These perfect breasts, this sweet mouth—all mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice pushes me closer to the edge. “I’m yours, Kieran,” I agree, grinding down onto him. “All of me.”
“That’s it.” His thumb circles my clit faster, making me cry out. “Come for me. Let me feel how tight you get around my cock when you fall apart.”
The pleasure builds until I can barely breathe. Each movement sends sparks through me, the size of him hitting spots I didn’t know I had deep inside. When I finally come, it’s with a shameless cry of pleasure on my lips, my inner walls clenching around him like a vice.
He follows right after, holding my hips down as he fills me with his release, groaning as I flutter and pulse around him. The bond pulses between us, carrying our pleasure back and forth until I collapse against his chest, completely spent and satisfied.
