Page 65 of Buckle Up, Buttercup

Zero contact.

Snarling, I glare over my shoulder. “What the fuck, Hadrian?!”

The look he shoots me is full of satisfaction as he leans forward and reaches a hand around to pinch my left nipple. He’s cool against my back, that huge body overtaking me as he envelops us in the cocoon of his wings. Sharp fangs come to my shoulder and bite.

My demanding snarl turns into a plea for more as he drags sharp teeth along my neck and down my shoulder. His mouth is possessive, like he’s owning every inch of me, teasing every bit of my skin with the promise of a claiming bite that’ll start his heart and bind our souls together.

It’s too much, and orgasm builds, rocking me as I chase that feeling with mounting desperation. My body’s coiled tight like a snake as he thrusts against me.

“I’m not even inside you yet,” he says with a soft chuckle, pulling my earlobe between his teeth. “Say my name, little witch.”

That sexy little comment is the last straw, and bliss shatters through me, rippling through my core in waves that radiate over and over and over. I’m crashing against a shore, dashed against the hard planes of Hadrian’s body. His mouth never leaves my neck, those fangs threatening to stake the claim he keeps promising me.

“Say it,” he grunts.

His name mixes with the screams that erupt from my throat. For the first time, I let them out. They explode from me, echoing through the room as I let him hear every ounce of my pleasure. My voice breaks on the last scream, just before I slump to the sheets, sweat coating my body. Every muscle trembles as orgasm’s aftershocks shoot through me in miniature bursts.

Hadrian laughs softly against my neck. “That was fucking beautiful, mate. Now let’s do it again, but together. I wanted you to squirt, and I didn’t get what I wanted.”

I groan, arching my back and rubbing my ass against him. I need that magical mouth on my skin, those fangs tantalizing me with promise. The idea that he could bite me and keep me, that it’s really so simple? It’s intoxicating.

Hadrian’s tail snakes up and loops around my neck, squeezing softly. It’s like being collared, like I’m his pretty little pet, and it’s fucking hot. He could control me any way he wanted to, and I’d be helpless against him.

Reaching between us, he notches his cock against my pussy and pushes softly, giving me just the first inch or two. “Tell me you’re in deep with me,” he growls into my ear. “Let me hear it, Bluebell.”

“So deep,” I groan. “I’m lost, Hay. Lost in you.”

His rumbly snarl tells me everything I need to know. He’s lost too.

“But why does it have to be so complicated? I don’t want it to be.”

The world crashes in around me despite the slow, intense pulsing of that magical ringed cock.

“We are not complicated,” he corrects, slapping his tail spade against my chest. “Things around us are complicated, but what’s between you and me is as natural as breathing. Tell me you agree.”

“You’re right,” I manage as I shove backward, trying to impale myself on that gorgeous cock. The bars on the underneath almost seem to vibrate as he starts thrusting faster and deeper. His hips snap against my ass. But then that extra bit of bone vibrates against my clit. He stops thrusting long enough to circle his hips, grinding over my pussy as lightning radiates from my core.

“Again,” he demands before biting my neck, harder this time. “Give it to me again, Bluebell. Another. And another. And another.”

But an idea just came to me based on his comment from earlier about gametime healing.

“This is highly atypical, Mister Alkazar,” I say breathlessly, looking over my shoulder. “I’m your team’s healer, not your personal fucktoy.”

He halts behind me, his cock halfway inside, and it flexes at my filthy words. Shit, maybe he’s not int⁠—

“Is that right, Miss Tucker,” he says, falling forward and pressing my body to the mattress with his. He shoves inside me hard, so hard it nearly steals my breath. “And yet I find I can do whatever I want to you, isn’t that right? Because you didn’t deny me when I asked you to come to me.”

Sweat beads across my brow. “It’s unprofessional; we should stop.”

He chuckles and the depth of his voice might as well be a finger pressed to my clit. Everything inside me lights up and tightens and I can’t hold back a mewl.

“You touched me. You unleashed me,” he says with a deep rumble. “I’m not stopping all night, little healer. I’m going to fuck you until you’re boneless and then I’m going to do it again. We can keep this a dirty little secret from the team if you want, but after every game, you’re mine.”

“Only if you win,” I snap.

Gods. It’s role play but it’s our real life, too, because I want to be the first thing he does after every game.

“You can’t make me agree to that,” I manage, bucking my hips to try to shove him off.