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Kian waits, giving me a chance to master myself, and when he can see that the edge of tension has left my body, he nods in satisfaction. “You good?”
I nod, the gesture tiny with his hand still wrapped around my neck. He loosens his grip just a little as a devastating smile spreads across his lips.
“Good,” he murmurs.
Then he drags his cock out of me, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back inside.
I almost scream again, my entire body tensing up as all the pleasure I thought I had gotten a handle on comes rushing back through me in an uncontrollable torment.
Kian chuckles deeply, giving me another second to gather myself before he draws out and thrusts again. But then he stops waiting. He starts to fuck me like he means it, setting a deep, punishing pace that has me biting down on my bottom lip so hard I taste blood.
Fuck. I’m gonna come.
I can’t stop it. I can’t hold it back. Not with his cock filling me so perfectly every time he drives into me. Not with his muscled body straining and flexing over mine. Not with the way he’s looking at me, and the way his hand still wraps around my throat.
“Kian,” I gasp out. “I can’t—”
He bares his teeth, his own chest heaving as he leans down to shut me up with a kiss. There’s something about the almost violent way his tongue strokes against mine that tells me he’s holding himself back too, and that makes me try harder to keep myself from falling over the edge.
I cling to him, digging my nails into his back so hard they have to be leaving crescent shaped marks on his tattooed skin. My heels are digging into his ass, my body arching beneath his, and my clit throbs every time his cock spears into me.
When he pulls all the way out, I don’t even have time to be disappointed before he flips me over onto my stomach and drags me up onto all fours. Then he slides back in and drives into me so hard that the bed creaks beneath us. The ancient metal frame smacks against the wall with each thrust, and even though there’s less direct pressure on my clit in this position, I can feel him everywhere.
I’m gasping—or maybe I’m sobbing, I’m not even sure anymore. All I know is that there’s an electric current in my body, filling me up until I can no longer contain it. My arms are shaking, and when I let out a whimper, Kian’s palm cracks across my ass. The shock of pain makes me grunt, and I feel arousal slide down my thighs as the pain turns into liquid pleasure, radiating out from the very pit of my stomach.
“Not yet,” he warns, his voice taut and strained. “Wait for me. Fuck, you’re too good.”
I let out an unintelligible noise, throwing my head back as he hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
He curses again, then drapes his upper body over mine, his hot breath brushing over my ear. “Come with me, Amora. Now.”
And I do.
I don’t know if I could’ve lasted another second even if he hadn’t given me the command. My body has been teetering on the edge of ecstasy for too long, and the second I stop trying to hold it back, an orgasm comes rushing in, slamming into me like an eighteen-wheeler. I scream out my pleasure as Kian drives into me again and again, grinding his hips against me as his cock pulses and throbs.
Slowly, we stop moving, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
My thighs are wet when he pulls out of me, slick with a mixture of his cum and my arousal, and I realize that we never really talked about protection or any of that shit. Not that I’m worried about getting pregnant. My cycle is literally as regular as the moon, and I know there’s no chance of that happening right now. Usually, I make the guys I come into town and hook up with wear condoms, but I don’t think I would’ve let Kian do that if he’d tried.
I wanted—needed—to feel every inch of him, no barriers between us. I already miss the feeling of having him inside me, and I don’t think that’s something I’ve ever experienced after sex.
We both collapse to the mattress, lying sprawled out side by side with our limbs touching. I feel fucking boneless, like I could sink straight through the bed. It takes a few minutes for me to catch my breath, and another few minutes to work up the motivation to get up and slip into the bathroom to clean up a bit.
I grin at my reflection in the mirror, at the dazed green eyes and flushed cheeks and messy dark hair of the woman staring back at me. Then I wipe up the sticky mess between my legs and return to the bedroom, flicking on the light as I enter.
Kian is stretched out on the bed with one arm propped behind his head, completely naked. Even in this shitty lighting, he looks gorgeous. His skin is a dark tan color, and the tattoos that arc over his flesh are intricate and beautiful. His cock still hasn’t completely softened, and I let myself stare at it for a moment as Kian stares at me.
He seems completely unbothered by me ogling him like a piece of meat, probably because he’s running his hungry gaze over me in pretty much the exact same way. I like the feeling of his attention on me, the way I can feel his gaze tracking up and down my form.
I saunter back into the room and crawl onto the bed, but instead of lying down next to him, I crawl up to straddle him, resting my knees on either side of his hips. His half-hard cock rests between us, trapped between my pussy and his lower belly, and he grins up at me.
Normally, I’d probably be looking for an excuse to leave right about now, eager to get back to pack lands after blowing off some steam. But I don’t really feel like going anywhere, and from the possessive way Kian’s hands settle on my hips, he doesn’t seem like he’s in a hurry to let me leave.
“And to think,” I murmur, shifting my hips a little to drag my pussy over his cock as I rest my palms on his chest, “I almost settled for poker night tonight.”
He chuckles, but something flashes in his eyes, darkening them a bit. “With who?”
I bite back a grin. “Just a friend. The alpha of my pack, actually. It’s amazing he’ll still play with me, considering how much money I’ve won from him over the years.”
