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Mating. Her mind roamed over the word again while she watched him.Breeding, and Red’s insistence that she was special, chosen by him.
The longer she stood there, the more her ears focused, until she could hear the roughness of his breath. Sense memory took her back, always back to the woods, to his hands on her hips and his mouth on her skin. His arms pumped again, and Violet imagined being close enough to touch, imagined having them wrapped around her, feeling his breath hot on her skin, not just hearing it. She wanted him. The realization hit hard and fast, clearer somehow after a day of relative normalcy. She was hot between the legs, aching low in her belly, and still devouring him with her eyes, her gaze caught on the hard V of muscle that disappeared into the waist of his sweatpants.
“Hiding?” His voice, low, rough, and breathy, broke the quiet, followed by a final click of the weights hitting the platform.
Violet’s heart jumped. Caught.
“No.” She stepped out from behind the shelf, chin up and cheeks hot. He appraised her with a fondness that did nothing to help the heat in her gut and sat up in one lithe move.
“Come here.”
The words were so low Violet wasn’t sure she’d heard them right, but the expectancy in his look told her she had. She crossed the space slowly, struggling to find a place to put her eyes. Not looking at his body meant looking at his face. She studied the space around them instead, the neat circle of machines and the mirror-lined walls.
He stood when she got close, then all at once, he was in her space, sending her heart racing. “Didn’t get to tell you you look beautiful this morning.” One finger stroked her cheek, and Violet understood that he’d noticed her makeup. “Look just as good without,” he added, and her breath caught somewhere in her chest. “You liked that?” He gestured at the bench where he’d been working out.
“No—”
He took her by the shoulders and turned her. Then, her back was to his front and his lips were close to her ear, and she was too breathless to protest.
“Smells like you did. Look.”
He dwarfed her in the mirror, left her looking tiny against him. Violet studied the bulk of his shoulders, watched one of his hands come up to rest on her hip.
“Look at you blush.” It was a demand, gruff in her ear, and Violet watched her cheeks turn pink at the words, at the brush of his fingers over the side of her neck when he pulled her hair back and pressed his mouth there.
Her eyes looked darker, half lidded. She’d always been self-conscious of the color, one green and one brown, like her mother, but it was indistinguishable now. A hand closed over her breast. Something snapped inside her, and she ground her hips back into him.
Mikel’s lips skimmed her ear, her cheek, and it was pure instinct to turn her head and find his mouth. He pulled her around and close, tight against him while his tongue ran hot against the seam of her lips and pushed inside. The press of his fingers into her hip brought her ass flush against him, against the forming bulge in his sweats, and her voice caught in her throat when he rubbed against her, a long, slow demonstrative stroke that almost sent her to her knees.
The breath of a laugh kissed her ear, and his fingers made quick work of the fastenings on her jeans then pushed downward without preamble, into her panties, cool against the wet heat of her. He rubbed her, and her legs threatened to give out. Mikel was quick to take her against the wall. Violet hissed out a breath at the cold of the mirror at her back when he hit his knees and snatched her jeans and panties down her legs.
“Watch,” he demanded, tossing the clothes aside and inclining his head to the mirror beside where he’d put her in the corner, and Violet did.
Strong hands came up the back of her legs, and she had a moment to think, to wonder if this was a good idea, then his tongue touched the soft skin inside her thigh, followed by his lips and teeth, and she was captivated by the sight of his dark head in the mirror, sinking between her thighs.
Something raw and high and loud escaped her when he settled his mouth on her. Then she was gone, lost to the cold press of the mirror on her bare backside and the heat of his mouth, the heat inside, every ragged breath that drew her closer and closer to coming. She twisted her slim fingers in his soft, dark hair and her body drew tight, lights danced behind her eyes. Then, he stopped.
Her sound of protest became surprise. Mikel was on his feet in a flash, her shirt was up over her head, bra pulled down so her breasts dropped free, and he reached between them to push down his sweats as his cock sprung up.
“Watch,” Mikel said.
He kissed the soft skin under her ear and nosed her head around, holding it there while he laid hot open-mouthed kisses down her neck. In the mirror, Violet’s eyes were caught on his cock, on the way it rubbed slick against her thigh. Anticipation curled tightly inside her.
He reached between them, and she tensed. He was big, and for a moment, that pulled her back into her head. His feet knocked hers apart.
“You’re all right,” he promised.
Then, he was rubbing against her, hand guiding the length over her slick flesh, and everything in her stomach was hot and cold and hungry. It was perverse, but despite her racing heart, the sliver of trepidation that had her trying to close her legs, Violet couldn’t look away.
He nipped at her neck and pushed his cock down; the head kissed her opening and then he pushed inside. She couldn’t keep her eyes open to watch him sink into her, too consumed with stretch and pressure and the heat of him in there, the long low sound of his voice that spilled against her ear.
Strong hands turned soft; his kisses on her jaw were gentle and slow while he moved in her, testing. The pads of her fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him close and ready to push him away, until he drew backward and pushed wetly in again. Her body bloomed around him and took. His grunt of satisfaction when their hips were flush sparked a direct reaction in her. His green eyes were dark, laden with desire when he looked at her, and Violet just breathed, big racking breaths that moved her against him and sent little trills of pleasure into her blood.
Mikel hummed his approval, caught her around the thighs, and lifted her up around his hips. Violet’s legs went around him on instinct, and she’d cringe later at the sound that left her, high and pitchy and exultant at the new angle, at how deep it put him. At how he just held her there for a long moment to kiss the soft spot under her ear and let her feel the hot, heavy throb of his cock inside her.
“Violet,” Mikel gasped.
It sounded like a prayer. Some far-off part of her mind thought to be concerned with mating and birth control, but then he moved in her, one long slick slide out then back in, and she was nothing more than an animal. All that mattered was sating the carnal need inside. He moved again, and her hands that had been carefully holding his shoulders slid up around his neck, into his hair. When she pulled him forward to kiss, he came easily.
