‘No, Bryn,’ I growl and her eyes widen.
But she still doesn’t stop, so I grab her and roll, thrusting her under me.
She bucks, trying to steal back control, but I take her by the throat. I’m gentle, but firm.
She wriggles, and I’m hard pressed to keep her under my power without hurting her accidentally.
‘Morgan,’ I grind out.
‘What?’
‘Help me keep her where she needs to be.’
He makes a sound of discontent. ‘I don’t want any part of this.’
‘Do you think this is enjoyable for me?’ I snarl and he cocks a brow, eyes flicking down to where Bryn and I are joined still.
‘Fine,’ I mutter. ‘It’spartlyenjoyable, but it’s not how I’d have chosen for it to be and you know that to be true! She’s fighting me.’
‘Then let her!’
I cast my eyes to the ceiling. ‘Gods, she needs pleasure, not just a fuck!’ I tell him. ‘And she doesn’t know enough to realize…If you don’t help me, I’ll be finished in seconds and you’ll have to do it!’
Morgan lets out a noise of discontent, but gets up from his chair where he was trying to ignore us, and comes to the bed where Bryn is mewling and thrashing.
He puts a hand on her cheek and jerks away when her face turns and she bites him hard.
‘Ow! Gods, she has sharp little teeth for a human!’ he exclaims.
His jaw sets and he grabs her, pushing her down into the soft mattress. ‘Be still, Bryn,’ he orders firmly.
She whimpers, tears coming to her eyes.
‘Jak will give you what you need,’ he promises, his tone gentling as he takes hold of her shoulders more securely.
I release my hand from her throat and grip her hips.
She still tries to take, so I lean back and slap her mound hard. Her squeal is cut off by Morgan’s hand over her mouth and he gives me a warning look, but finally her attention is on me.
‘Good,’ I croon, caressing the hurt and spreading her legs.
I roll my hips and she moans.
‘There, you see? It’s like Morgan says. I’ll give you what you need, love.’
I set a slower pace, leaving Morgan to hold her steady as I focus on not finding my peak too soon, but, Gods, her body feels as if it was made for me.
Even though she’s painfully thin, and covered in what looks like newly healed injuries that I’ll be taking a much closer look at once we get home, she’s perfect still.
I quicken my rhythm a little, letting her drift closer to her pleasure, my fingers finding her center and making her moan loudly, her hips bucking, though this time involuntarily.
After a little while, she begins to pull at her shirt, whispering that she’s hot. Morgan closes his long-suffering eyes for a moment and then draws the material up and over her head.
Her eyes find his and her lips part. She stares up at him, beseechingly.
‘Fuck,’ he whispers and then his head descends to her bared breasts.
‘No more biting or I’ll bite you back,’ he murmurs at her before taking one pink nipple into his mouth.
