“You want to bet me?” Miranda dared me, her eyes challenging me to make good on my words.
We’d tried playing games in the past, but both of us were too competitive to relax into the frivolity normal people get from play. But I did discover she couldn’t resist a wager, and I found that far more delicious a concept to play with than a board of Candy Land. Though that game really ended in my favor too...
My hips rocked gently up into her scalding soft heat. “What do I get if I win?”
Her dark orbs narrowed, even as her free hand fell onto the exposed chest of my unbuttoned shirt. It scalded me, my nipples wrenching up with tight anticipation.
“Wouldn’t winning be satisfaction enough?” she asked.
A feral grin kicked up at the corner of my mouth. I was far more hungry than she could have guessed. If she knew how I wanted to possess her utterly and completely, she’d drop the bet all together. She'd likely break her own wrist to slip it from the chains and get far away from me.
As my straining cock rocked right into the dip of her cleft again, lust fogged my senses.
“If I make you scream my name five times, I get to take you on a date. You’ll dress up, we’ll have dinner, the whole real deal.”
Miranda’s glistening full lips parted in surprise before her face contorted as I rocked into her again. That hand clutched and clawed at my chest, leaving scratch marks.
Fuck. Hell. That felt so good, I almost forgot to stay focused on closing the bargain.
“And if I win?” she rasped, her fathomless pupils nearly swallowing her irises up.
“What do you want?” I asked. My fingers dug into her hips so I could roll up into her harder, faster. Miranda’s head fell backwith a gasp and her sweet, honeyed arousal filled the air until my mouth watered.
Sweet afterlife, it was going to take all my strength to focus on driving her to madness instead of burying myself in her and fucking her like a savage. It felt like it had been an eternity. But I had too much on the line.
“You throw away the hideous Hawaiian shirts,” she finally got out.
“Deal,” I barked, as soon as she stated her terms. Our lips crashed into each other, and the world around us faded away. All that existed was the heat of our bodies and the ravenous desire that drove us.
And if she truly thought she was winning this bet, she was the crazy one.
Chapter 9
The Badass
It’s just a bet. It doesn’t mean anything,I tried to tell myself. But I couldn’t hold onto my own reasoning as hot tingles rushed throughout my body, bringing me to life in a way only Xander could evoke.
The god met my mouth with hot open mouth kisses of fierce intensity. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting and savoring as his hand gripped the back of my neck, drawing me even closer. I kissed him harder, trying to reassert the dominance I somehow lost even though I was on top of him.
Through our clothes, I could feel his desire for me. His need was just as powerful as mine in the hardness rocking against myaching wetness. The pure, raw sexuality between us sent shivers down my spine.
The hand holding the back of my neck released and scooped under my ass, pulling me up until I sat on his upper chest. “Get these fucking things off right now,” Xander growled as he leaned forward and used his teeth to tug at the hem of my leggings, before he dipped lower and ran his tongue along the seam of my sex.
Blood shot to my head like a gun blast, leaving me dizzy.
Holy shit.
Urgency smashed into me. With our wrists still handcuffed to the bedframe, I un-straddled him, and we both pushed my pants off awkwardly and painstakingly. The skin-tight fabric stole my delicate yet soaked panties with them and I was no sooner free of them when Xander hauled me back up to his face, my legs splayed on either side of his ears.
He swiped his tongue up my wet slit, and the sound that escaped me was unrecognizable to my own ears.
Both my hands gripped the metal bed frame as Xander devoured me from below until I found a rhythm, riding his face.
The intensity built within me, like a wildfire raging out of control. My hips began to move in perfect sync with his mouth, riding him with a ferocity that matched his own.
"Oh god," I cried out as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Miranda," he rasped, his voice gruff and full of need. "You're so wet, so ready for me. Do you know how much I want you? I always fucking want you. You’re in my blood now and I’ll never get you out."
