AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His hand clamped around her hip and hauled her against him. “Where are you fucking going?”
“To get these damn slacks off.”
Banding an arm tight around her, Teague stood, pivoted, and then unceremoniously dumped her on the bed. He dragged off both her pants and underwear in one smooth move. His eyes raked over her as he fisted the back of his tee.
She knifed up, ready to help him undress, but then the shirt was gone—revealing a whole lot of hard muscle and gorgeously tanned, inked skin—and she sort of just stared at him dumbly. Her gaze dropped when he shoved down his jeans and holy shit he truly did have a beast of a cock.
Teague knelt on the bed and then lowered his body over hers, pressing her down to the mattress, lighting up her nerve-endings with the amount of skin-to-skin contact. “I want to take you ungloved. You got an issue with that?”
“No.” She tried flipping him over, but he rested more of his weight on her. She frowned. “I want to ride you.”
“I don’t care.” He clamped his hand around her pussy. “You don’t want me to care what you want. You want me to do whatever the fuck I please. Which is good, because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” He jammed two fingers inside her.
The shock of it made Larkin go still. For all of a damn second. Because then he starting suckling on her nipple while pumping his fingers hard and fast.
God, that felt good. Nonetheless, her need to fight for control rose up hard. It wasn’t in her nature to give in so easily.
She tried rolling him over once more. That had zero effect.
She shoved at his head to dislodge his mouth from her breast. That also had zero effect.
She pushed at his chest hard so she could slide her hand down to fist his cock and turn the tables. Again, zero effect.
Teague paid her struggles no attention whatsoever. He didn’t try to keep her still or warn her to stop. No, he just went ahead and did what he wanted—much as he’d said he would.
It didn’t irritate her anywhere near as much as it incited her. All that strength and tenacity and dominance switched her best levers. Her inner entity totally got off on it.
Add in the mouth toying with her breasts and the fingers plunging into her pussy and, yeah, Larkin was very soon desperate to find her release. “Teague—” She jolted as a third finger sank inside her. “Fuck.”
“I can smell how wet you are. It’s driving my demon insane.”
“Then do something about it. Fuck me. Or at least put your fingers to work a little more; I need to come.”
“You need what I say you need.” Teague felt a cold breeze sweep up his front and gather around him. He looked up from the breast he’d been licking, unsurprised to see her demon’s cold black eyes honed in on him.
“Be very, very careful,” it warned.
“No.” He wasn’t whatsoever willing to give ground—the entity would perceive it as a weakness anyway.
“You do not hold the power here.”
“Sure I do. You’ll have to deal with it. So will she.”
The demon dug its nails hard into his shoulders.
He flicked up a brow. “You make me bleed, I’ll return the favor with my teeth.”
It squinted. “You wouldn’t.”
“You’re welcome to test me on it.”
Black eyes gave way to gray-green as Larkin retook control. “No biting, Sullivan.”
Teague flipped her onto her stomach. “I’ll do whatever I want to you. Thought I’d made myself clear on that.” He roughly pulled her up onto her hands and knees and then swept his hand down her sleek back.
“You are seriously trying my patience.”
“Don’t care.” Curling his body over hers, he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and groaned. “Drenched.”
The sweet and spicy scent of her need made his demon feel drunk on her. Teague wanted to taste her, but he couldn’t wait to be inside her any longer. He needed to take her so bad it was an ache in his teeth, his bones, his cock, his fucking soul.
He pushed his hips forward, lodging a mere inch of his dick inside her. “This might hurt.” He fisted her hair tight, snatched her head back, and slammed home.
Slick, rippling, blazing hot muscles clamped down on his cock. A groan slid through his gritted teeth. “Fuck, Lark.”
He didn’t give her time to adjust. He just took her. Fucked her like he’d needed to fuck her for years—hard, deep, unrestrained.
He’d known before he kissed her earlier that he’d be flirting with his self-control if he let himself taste her. He’d thought he could pull back. Which he had.
Though not for long.
Maybe if she hadn’t kissed him back with so much hunger, he could have resisted another taste. And then maybe he wouldn’t now be ramming his cock balls-deep inside her over and over. Or maybe he’d never stood a chance of fighting his need for her in the long-run; that this would have happened eventually at some point.
