My phone buzzes in my pocket again. I ignore it. Whoever it is can wait.
27
PONTIUS
I deepen my purr, and she practically melts into my grasp until I am almost taking her full weight in my arms. I take advantage of how close she is to suck in her scent. I can’t stand seeing her upset like this. I would do anything to fix it.
She turns her face to the ground. She’s breathing heavily, and I can smell her growing arousal.
“Are you feeling better?” I ask. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” she mutters.
“I want you to have everything you want, Piper. I would give you anything you asked for.”
“I don’t like asking for things.” She shakes her head.
“Then let me give you the entire world.”
I dip my face closer to her bright red hair, to smell her better.
Her hands go to my arms, grabbing my biceps firmly. She enjoys touching me. She smells so good, warm, and welcoming. I remember the way her cunt tasted. The nectar she made for me. I can smell it dripping from her now. Just being in my arms is enough for her.
I feel the same way. I’ve missed holding her. The mating bond has my cock straining at my seam every time I smell her. I need her. I want to make her feel better.
I dip my head down, letting my antennae caress her face. She’s so soft, so sweet, so warm. An unintentional purr rumbles through my chest.
She makes an unmistakable moan beneath me.
“Are you still having trouble coming, Piper?” My voice comes out rough.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers, but her fingers clutch me close.
“But, you’re going to let me, aren’t you?” I ask. “You are going to be a good girl, and come on my fingers?”
“Ant.” Her voice sweet and needy.
I kiss her, long and hard. It’s the first time I’ve done it in months. The first time we’ve physically been this close since our first nights together. She kisses me back instantly, eager and hungry and tasting slightly of tears. She’s missed me too, I can feel it in her mouth.
I slip a hand down to her waist, tugging at the button on her pants until I can open them and slip my hand inside. I need to touch her. To feel her. To make her come.
She gasps and presses her face against my chest as my hand drags along the outside of her underwear. The fabric damp against my fingers.
“Wet for me already, baby girl?” I ask, moving my palm up and down her mound, using my fingers to press the fabric between her lips.
She fucking whimpers. Such a pathetic needy noise in the back of her throat. I back her into Ness’s desk, so I can prop her ass against it, providing me a better angle to give her pleasure, to enjoy the way she clings to my arms and arches into my body.No woman has ever been like this for me. So hungry, so easy, so malleable.
All of my partners have felt hard, almost robotic, but Piper is different. I feel needed. Wanted. Like she would do anything for me. Every part of me worries I am taking advantage of her, being wanted like this. She’s like a drug. It feels like I could do anything I wanted to her. I’ve had years to dream of things I want to do with a mate. I love bringing her pleasure and I’d do anything to keep pleasuring her. She could ask me to move the moon and I would, just to hear her say my name the way she does.
Her hips roll again, and I dip down to kiss her, claiming her mouth with mine, teasing and sucking her tongue. Pouring all of my desire into her, desperate to feel just how much she means to me.
I slip my hand up to the top of her underwear, tracing my fingers along the textured edge. The lace trim temptation under my fingers. I pause, wanting to keep going, but not sure how to ask.
“Ant,” she murmurs my name again—my name, mine—on her perfect lips. The next word out of her mouth has me ready to do anything for her. “Please.”
“Fuck, baby girl, you don’t need to beg me.”
I slip my hand into her underwear, seeking out her wet lips, then moving down until I can press a finger into her. She moans into my chest. I let myself play for a moment, discovering what noises I can pull out of her, looking for ways to make her whimper and moan and gasp. Her hips tilt so she can grind hard against my hand, desperate for a release. I rumble another purr through my chest for her. She whines quietly. I cannot bear to bury the sound with my mouth again, so I latch my tongue onto her sensitive neck, and I grip her thigh with my idle hand. Wrapping it around my hip and tilting her leg to give me betteraccess. She cries out as her head tips back, and her hips change to an erratic rhythm, until I finally feel her body clenching around me as she orgasms.
