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Her body jerks and she draws a short gasp.
“Fuck me, Duke,” she breathes, those moss green eyes locking in on mine. “Fuck me until I forget. Fuck me like only you can. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
My cock punches against my zipper, a growl rumbling in my chest. “Youaremine, Sloane,” I drawl, leaning over her and wrapping my tattooed hand around her throat. I lower myself down until my face is hovering right above hers, our harsh breaths mingling. “You’ve always been mine.”
Mine.
My wolf echoes the word in my brain as I dip down to capture her lower lip with my teeth, tugging on it as she releases another sweet moan. I drag her lip between my teeth until it slips free, then tilt my head, stick out my tongue, and lick across the seam of her pouted lips. Her scent wraps around me like a drug- notes of vanilla, jasmine, and peach; a unique, intoxicating blend that’s so distinctlyherthat it makes my chest ache.
I rock back again to kneel over her, eyes raking up and down her half-naked form. “Sorry, baby, I’m not gonna make you forget,” I grumble, grabbing onto her thighs and lifting them to wrap around my waist. I tug her closer, her back sliding against the ledge until she’s right up against me so I can grind my rock hard cock against her center. I meet her gaze, staring into her captivating green eyes intently. “I’m gonna make you remember who you belong to.”
“Please, Madd,” Sloane pants, sliding her hands over her bare tits, arching her back as she squeezes them together.
I untwine her legs from around my waist, leaning forward to grasp onto the waistband of her leggings and yank them down. The fabric gets tangled around my hands in my haste to get them off and they snag on her sneakers, a frustrated growl escaping me as I struggle to pop off her shoes and get rid of those damn pants. Once I finally wrestle them off and toss them away, my eyes return to her body, spread before me in all its naked glory, and I raise a fist to my mouth and bite down on it to stifle a groan at the sight of her.
“Goddamn you’re sexy,” I mumble as my eyes map out every inch of her skin, pausing on the reddened, puckered flesh above her belly button.
The gunshot wound.
It’s mostly healed, but just seeing it, knowing what it was, sends a spike of pain ripping through me. If Jenkins wasn’t such a lousy shot, that bullet could’ve ended her life today. I lean down over her, running my fingers over the affected skin, pressing my lips against the mark.
“I’m sorry this happened,” I rasp, kissing it again softly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
“Don’t,” Sloane hisses, picking up her head and shaking it. “Not now.” She buries her hands in my hair again and pushes my head down, lifting her hips to direct me between her thighs and showing me exactly how she intends to silence me.
Not that I’m complaining.I’ve jacked off to the thought of burying my tongue between her thighs at least a dozen times since licking her taste from my fingers that day in the conference room.
I slide down her body, pressing my palms to her inner thighs to spread her wider before diving in, dragging my tongue along the length of her slit.
Sloane shudders a breath, her fingers tightening their grip on my hair as she lifts her hips, chasing my tongue.
“You’re fucking delicious, Duchess,” I groan, nipping her pussy lips with my teeth. “Ride my face till you come, baby.”
I lick between her folds, the sweet, tangy taste of her arousal dancing on my tongue. She grinds against my face as I lap at her center, practically suffocating me with her greedy pussy- but again, I can think of worse ways to go. Sloane squirms and moans and tugs my hair until she has me exactly where she wants me, my tongue flicking the sensitive nub of her clit, her thighs trembling around my ears.
I tease her entrance with the tip of a finger, her inner walls clenching around me when I sink it inside her. I push it in and out, then add another, stretching her so she’s ready for my cock. She bucks her hips, chasing my fingers, my tongue. And once I suction my lips around her clit, it doesn’t take long for her to reach the brink of climax- I know all the telltale signs that she’s getting close. The staccato of her breathing, the faint little whimpers, the tensing of her muscles.
And I know exactly what she needs to cross the finish line.
I suck harder as I pump my fingers in and out, and she falls over the edge of bliss beautifully, coming undone beneath me. A strained cry leaves her lips as she falls apart on my tongue, pussy gripping my digits as her orgasm rocks through her. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, throbbing with need. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard in my fucking life- if I don’t get inside her soon, it might actually kill me.
I shove up from the ledge, popping the button on my jeans and shoving them down my hips, nearly tripping in my rush to kick them off my legs. Sloane’s head lolls to the side, her eyes heavy-lidded as she watches my cock spring free, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.
And yeah, I’d love to shove my dick past those plump lips and fuck her throat, but I’m way too close to the edge to fuck around with foreplay. I want to be buried deep inside her cunt when I come, filling her up and claiming her as my own. Because she always has been. Always will be.
Mine.
This isn’t about feelings or emotions or our uncertain relationship status; it’s a deep-seated primal need, an animalistic urge to assert my dominance and stake my claim. Because like I told Ares once, Sloane will nevernotbe mine. I may not know where we’re supposed to go from here, but I know that for certain.
And from the way she’s looking at me, she does, too.
I step up to the ledge again, grabbing onto Sloane’s legs and shifting her sideways until her ass is almost dangling over the edge, tossing her feet over my shoulders. Then I wrap a hand around my painfully hard cock, dragging the head of it through her slick folds until she’s whimpering for more, rolling her hips as I position the tip at her entrance.
A low groan leaves me as I punch my hips forward to slide home, her inner walls stretching around my girth and choking my dick. I grit my teeth against the urge to blow my load right then and there, my fingers digging bruises into her calves as I hold them against my chest, bottoming out.
“Fuck,” I growl, pausing for a moment when I’m buried to the hilt, my pelvis pressed tightly against hers. “This fucking pussy…” I pull out halfway, then thrust in deep again, babbling my thoughts aloud through gritted teeth. “Goddamn, girl. It’s too fucking good.”
Sloane moans as she arches her back, grabbing onto her tits and squeezing them as I start pounding into her. All the while, I’m watching her with rapt attention, completely in awe of how fucking stunning she is.
