Page 82 of Buckle Up, Buttercup

He surges forward and rolls us, bringing his lips to my ear. “Use me, baby; ride this fat cock until you’re ready to come, and when you are, I’ll bite you.”

It’s too much. Too hot. Too full. And still I need more.

Rolling my hips, I grind my pussy against Hadrian’s body, loving how insanely full of him I am. How is it possible I can take all of him? I have no idea. But I do, moaning with desperation as he bites a slow path up my chest to my neck.

Just knowing what he’s about to do is enough to push me to the brink. Soft bites grow ever more insistent as he begins to vibrate the thin bit of cartilage that sticks out over his cock. The rhythmic vibrations against my clit have me thrusting hard and fast against him, chasing that relief. I scrape my nails down his chest, practically begging to come.

With a sexy groan, he slips his tail between my ass cheeks and prods at my back hole. It’s featherlight pressure and it’s still enough to have my ass clenching in expectation of him.

“I’m so close,” he growls. “So damn close, baby.”

Rocking forward, I bend low enough to lick a flat path over his small, peaked nipple. He jolts and shudders, gripping my hips hard as a ragged groan leaves him.

“Do it again,” he commands, his tone nearly as pleading as I was feeling just seconds ago. Knowing my magic produces a sort of zing on his skin, I drag my fingers along his abs, pushing magic into his belly as I lave at his nipple.

“Now,” he roars, the baritone depth of his voice pulling goosebumps to the surface of my skin as magic sparks all around us.

Shifting forward, he clamps his mouth around that sacred spot, fangs sinking into my flesh. The pinch of pain has a howl echoing from my throat, but it falls into a scream as bliss erupts between my thighs. My body clenches around him, pulsating rhythmically as he roars into the bite.

Something snaps in my chest, arching my back as he drags a scream of pleasure from my overwrought body. Hadrian cries out again, the sound desperate as he pumps my pussy full of cum. It spills out of me, dripping down my ass and thighs as his thrusts grow erratic and wild.

I’m barely clinging to sanity as bliss fades, aftershocks rocking me when he carefully pulls his fangs from the wound.

Amethyst eyes come to mine, and he rubs a hand over his mouth. “Baby, talk to me. You okay?”

My chest heaves as I struggle to find the words. Shaking my head, I stare at him in utter awe. “No, mate, I’m not okay. I’m so much better than that. You’re mine, and no one can ever take that from us now.”

His serious expression fades to satisfaction, and he nuzzles my nose with his. “You need to bite me to complete the bond, sweetheart.”

I jerk my hips, demanding he roll onto his back. He unhooks his claws from the wall and tucks his wings behind him, settling against the headboard.

One brow lifts when I stop moving. “Yes, Mrs. Alkazar? Did you need something?”

I slide onto his lap, nestling his still-dripping cock against my belly. Rocking up and down it, I tease his mouth with mine. “So if I don’t bite you right now, what happens, Mister Alkazar?”

“I’ll be in agony,” he says with a sexy, breathless moan. “Total and complete agony, baby. I’ll follow you around like Ginger with Oz until you bless me with our bond.”

I rock up and down his length again with a playful shrug. “I dunno, Hadrian. Sounds kinda fun to me. There’s something appealing about the mental image of you chasing me around like you can’t get enough.”

He grips my throat, big thumb pressing to my lower lip. “If you need me on my knees, trailing after you with a leash and collar on, just say the word, mate. Whatever you want, it is my pleasure and privilege to provide. Whatever, I’m serious about that.”

Reaching down, I slot his cock between my thighs and sit down, clenching as I go.

Hadrian gasps and grunts, reaching up to grip a small cutout in the headboard wall. “Fuck, Bluebell. You’re gonna kill me with that sweet pussy.”

“What a way to go, though,” I murmur as I lean forward and lick a stripe up the muscular column of his throat. “Mine,” I growl. “This fucking body is all mine, do you understand me? No one else’s.”

“Yours,” he says, gripping my ass with his left hand as he starts shunting his hips again. I’m barely off the high from that last orgasm, and the bond is a swirling maelstrom of heat in my chest. But it’s a demanding heat. It seeks more. It needs completion.

I wanted to tease him, to drag this sexy thing out a little longer.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

Not when we’ve already had to hide one another for far too long and for stupid reasons. Worrying about our friendship? That was a valid worry. But as I stare at the male awaiting my teeth, eyes closed as his lips pull into a satisfied smile, I know I’m not gonna wait a single moment longer.

Surging forward, I sink my flat teeth into his skin, tugging at it as I infuse every shred of intention and power I can into the bite.