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He nipped her jaw and growled as he let go of her wrists and reached down to hike her leg higher on his hip, forcing her hips to curve up. He put that palm to the bed next to her head and used the other hand to lift her leg until it was resting on his shoulder.
When Trick lifted up to his knees and gazed down at her, the glow was gone from his dark brown eyes, but it was replaced by a lust filled determination that had her core clenching from the sight of it.
He chuckled again, and Stella swore she got wetter just from the sound. “Oh, my vicious woman, you have no fucking clue what I’m capable of.” Then he lifted her other leg to his shoulder and practically folded her in half as he leaned forward and began to fuck her with a ferocity she didn’t know was possible.
As pleasure gathered in her lower abdomen, all Stella could do was fist her hands in the blanket and take her fucking like the fighter she was. “I’m still waiting,” she panted out, knowing damn well he could feel her pussy clenching in preparation for her release.
The grin she got in response scared her, because it told her he could read her like a damn book. He proved that point when he slid a hand down her leg and gave her clit one flick.
Pleasure rocked through her, seizing her muscles and stealing her vision, as her world narrowed to the man above her and his masterful use of his cock. “Trick!” she screamed at the ceiling as she rode out her orgasm and prayed her heart didn’t give out from the force of it.
When she finally fell back down to Earth, she opened her eyes and saw the sated, proud expression on his handsome face. Almost immediately, he frowned and pulled out of her.
“I’ll get something to clean you up,” he mumbled and climbed off the bed.
As she watched him head for the bathroom, she tried to catch her breath and unscramble her brain. She was confused by his reaction, and she felt like she had whiplash from the sudden change in him.What in the hell happened?
And that was when her shoulder reminded her that it wasn’t happy with the way she had laid on it for over an hour.
Trick
After cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he grabbed a clean washcloth and dropped it in the sink, under the flow of the water. Bracing his hands on the sides, he stared at himself in the mirror above it. The cut on his cheek had closed, but there were a few drops of dried blood around a faint pink line. His bottom lip was swollen from her bite, but that too was healing quickly.
The washcloth he was wetting for her was beyond ready, but he wasn’t. He was shaken. He had never felt so close to a person before in his life, during or outside of sex, but he had also never felt so far from her. Anger still swirled in his gut for what she had taken away from him, what she did to his family, and what she would take from him in the future. That was contrasted by the contentment his bear was feeling, as well as the pride he was experiencing at being able to satisfy her. Sadness tainted everything because it wasn’t the way he wanted their first time to be. But more than anything else, it was guilt that swarmed him. Guilt for fucking and caring for the enemy, the one responsible for Rex’s torture, on the same day that his brother was celebrating his mating and nuptials. Didn’t that just make him the biggest piece of shit in the world.
Swallowing the ball of conflict that had lodged in his throat, Trick turned off the faucet and wrung out the washcloth. He carried it out of the bathroom as he told himself none of it could be solved that night. It would take time, but hopefully, their mating wouldn’t take away everything else he held dear.
When his bear started to huff his disappointment at Trick’s train of thought, Trick told him to shut the fuck up. He didn’t have the fucks to give to reassure the bear on top of the man. There was only so much he could handle, and he had his hands full with the woman waiting for him on the bed.
He found her pulling off the clothes he had shredded in his haste to touch her and get inside of her. She didn’t seem to be bothered that she was bared to him. He wasn’t sure if he was happy about that or not. What he did know was that it was awkward as hell when he looked down at the washcloth in his hand.
Trick cleared his throat. “I… uh… do you want to…”
He nearly swallowed his tongue when she leaned back on her arms and spread her legs. “You made the mess,” she began and smirked at him, “so you clean it up.”
Not a man to walk away from a challenge, he got onto the bed on his knees, and gazed into her eyes as he reached out and used the cloth to thoroughly clean her up. When her lips parted and her tongue slid out to tease the bottom one, Trick knew he was a lost cause. Guilty or not, he would keep fucking her. His eyes began to glow again as he circled her clit with the tip of his middle finger through the cloth.
“Fuck, I hate you,” she breathed as her head rolled back.
“I hate you so damn much,” he growled as he tossed the washcloth to the floor and moved to circle her clit with his tongue instead of his finger.
The taste of her exploded on his tongue, and he moaned against her core. Yeah, he was done for.
As he slid two fingers inside of her, he felt her hand caress the top of his head a split second before he heard her cry out. It didn’t seem to be one of pleasure, though, and Trick lifted his head to check on her and found her gritting her teeth while cradling one arm to her chest.
Instinctually, he shifted to his ass and pulled her into his lap. “What’s wrong?”
“I guess my shoulder is more hurt than I thought from the angle I was laying.”
Guilt for another reason swamped him as he set her on the bed between his thighs, facing away from him, and carefully prodded her left shoulder. After making sure it wasn’t out of socket, he gently massaged the area.
“I’m sorry about the leak,” he uttered as he worked out the tension in not only her shoulder, but her upper back and neck as well.
“Unless you poked a hole in the roof, I don’t think it’s your fault.”
Trick sighed. “I still feel responsible.”
“You’re about as responsible for that as I am for what the hunters did to your friends. I didn’t particip—”
