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He chuckled lowly. “You like it.”
And I did like it. The hurt mixed with pleasure, especially when he licked the small wound he’d made. The rush of the aphrodisiac blew through me, turning me inside out and upside down.
His fingers worked inside me while he kept licking and sucking my tender, sensitive nubbin. It was too much. I moaned, low and needy, and broke apart in an explosive orgasm.
My knees had somehow been replaced by rubber. I slid partway down the door, lungs heaving, but Brien was there, sweeping an arm under my thighs and standing with an easy, inhuman grace.
He carried me into the bathroom. “Can you stand?”
When I nodded, he set my feet on the marble floor. I valiantly pried my eyes open. “I’m okay. Just…” I flapped my hand, words failing me.
“Good, because I’m not done with you.”
Resting a hip against the counter, I met his dark smile with a wicked grin of my own, and took off my shoes, dropping them on the floor. The rest of my clothes followed.
Brien was already undressed. He grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and stepped into the shower.
“Hey!” I smacked his hard butt, and he retaliated with a slap on my ass before whipping me around and in front of him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and laughed into his eyes. “This is how you treat your mate?”
He tapped a control and hot water pounded our bodies from multiple directions. “Just showing you who’s boss.”
I punched his shoulder, and his mouth curved in one of those tiny Brien-smiles I’d come to love. The water washed away the remaining blood and slicked down his hair. The cuts on his face were thin red lines now.
His erection nudged my opening. “You know you like it.”
“Maybe,” I allowed.
I shifted my hips, lining us up, and his tip slid into me. My breath rasped in, and he halted.
“Ask me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it.”
Tangling the fingers of my right hand in his hair, I eagerly obeyed. “Fuck me, Brien. Please.”
“How?” He pressed a little deeper.
“Hard.”
“Say please.” He pulled almost all the way out.
I tightened my thighs around his lean hips. “Please.” I paused, then added, “My lord.”
His throat vibrated with something that was almost a purr. He turned us so my back was up against the marble tiles and thrust into me, deep and hard.
His fangs touched the turn of my neck. “I like you like this. All soft and warm and submissive.”
I dug my fingers into the sleek muscles of his shoulders, grinding against him, my wetness sliding against his cock.
“Don’t get used to it,” I said, panting.
He thrust into me again, pinning my back to the wall, his fingers digging into my ass. “Lock your legs around me,” he ordered against my throat, and I did.
I thought he was going to bite me then, but he didn’t. Instead he looked up at me with burning, blue-encircled eyes.
His emotions poured through our bond, fierce and dark and deep. More powerful than desire. Stronger than need.
He was holding nothing back, and I fucking loved it. Because I felt the same way.
