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“No. Marco has always been consistently stupid.” I put my glass down and move closer to her, myhand resting on her waist. “And we are smart. We have the advantage here, Red. We know what he’ll do. And then, when the time comes, I plan on showing Marco who he’s messing with. We are ready for him.” I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “And we have each other.”
She shivers under my touch, her eyes darkening with desire. I can feel the electricity between us, the raw hunger. “We do?” Rowan’s voice is breathless, her hands gripping my shirt. “We didn’t before.” There is accusation in her eyes. “You left.”
I pull away slightly, my eyes locked on hers. "We do now." I lean in and capture her lips with mine, the taste of whiskey and desire on her tongue. Our bodies press together as we deepen the kiss, the tension between us becoming almost tangible. “We have a few hours.” I grin, the wolf inside of me roaring to life. “I plan on making you mine, Rowan. Every inch of you.” I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my hands roaming over her body. “I plan on making you submit.” My hand edges up towards her throat, tracing it. “Fucking you until you do. I plan on keeping you.”
The moan against my mouth is delectable, her body arching into mine. Picking her up, I carry her to the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, I take in every inch of her, savoring the moment with her copper hair bright against the pillowsand her eyes glowing up at me. She is mine, all mine splayed out on the bed. I want to devour her and bite her in all of her tender places. Fuck her until she is dripping and full.
My hands are nearly frantic as I undress her, yanking off her shirt and bra, revealing her perfect breasts. I lean down, taking one pink nipple into my mouth, I lick it with my tongue, teasing it into a peak and then nip at it with my teeth until she gives up a breathy moan. Then I turn my attention to the next one. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tearing at it, yanking me to her, but her body is pliant and warm.
I trail kisses down her abdomen, tracing circles around her belly button, as my fingers move to the top of her jeans. I force myself to slow down and take my time with each button, savoring the anticipation in the air. When I pull them down her legs, revealing lace-trimmed fabric, I can feel her breath sharply catch. The smell of her desire fills me with anticipation as I continue my journey. I can see how wet she is, the dampening of her panties and the scent of her arousal overwhelming me. My cock throbs against my zipper but thank goodness I had the good sense to keep them on. Reaching forward, I glide my fingers over the lace of the panties, rubbing against the fabric, keeping my eyes on her face. Fuck, she is hot and warm, writhing against my hand as I pluck at her clit.
“Don’t be a fucking tease, Riven.” Her voice is almost a growl.
Gently I drag my fingers under the edge of her panties, like butterflies, darting under, sliding back through slippery folds. Bending forward, I place my mouth over her clit through the silk and pull her into my mouth and suck hard. Inhaling her scent through her panties is almost too much for me. Fuck, she’s delicious. She moans, her hips bucking upwards towards me. Feeling her need building, I pull the panties down. Her scent is intoxicating, erotic. I’ve waited years to taste her again.
I spread her legs, my fingers tracing up her thighs, to her hipbones and the freckles there, goosebumps rising in their wake. “You belong to me Red.” Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a small smile as I bend down, licking her slowly.
She moans, her hips rolling up towards me. I lick her in slow deliberate circles, only speeding up when I feel her thighs tremble beneath my hands. Adding a finger into her sheath. She is so tight. Fuck.
Her hands are in my hair as she grinds against my mouth and fingers, every breath a moan as I devour her. It doesn’t take long before I feel her tense beneath me, her thighs quaking withpleasure. I don’t slow down, speeding up my licks and adding another finger, increasing my pressure on her clit. I can feel her body tense again, her hands gripping my hair. She moans, “Oh my god, Riven.” her thighs squeezing around my head as she comes.
I smile to myself as I pull away from her, my fingers gripping her hips and pulling her down. I grab her face and kiss her. “Taste how sweet you are,” I whisper against her lips.
She sighs into my mouth and wraps her legs around my waist. “Fuck me,” she begs. “I need you inside me.” She grinds against my cock, her hands pulling me closer, her tongue stroking mine. Damn, I love how feisty she’s gotten.
I kiss her over and over until I feel her hands on my pants. She pulls me away from her, lips swollen and wet. She bites her lip, her eyes dark. “Take these off,” she orders.
Anyone who claims it’s easy to take off your pants when your cock is hard is a liar. Zippers are a bitch. I feel like I am harder than I have ever been in my life.
“Now, I need you now, please Riven,” she commands.
“You are mine, Red.Mine. Say it.” She arches her back, gasping as I slide the tip of my cock inside her, holding it there. “Say it.”
Her hips buck upwards to meet mine. I start slowly, enjoying the first glide of my cock. She’s so tight, warm and wet. The drive to fill her up is almost overpowering me. I want to fuck her until she is dripping. The first plunge takes my breath away. My movements speed up as I drive into her harder, grinding against her clit until her breath comes in gasps, and her nails dig into my back, hard enough to leave marks.
I lean in, my breath hot against her neck, my teeth digging into the soft juncture of her flesh. “Say it.” She wraps her arms around me, her legs tightening around my waist. She moans, her legs trembling. She is close to release. “Say it, Rowan.” I demand.
“I'm yours, Riven. I have always been fucking yours,” she whispers against my ear, and then the little vixen bites me — hard. “Don’t you fucking leave me again.”
I surge forward, as my pleasure bubbles up, my body tight and ready, my cock erupting into a rush. I feel Rowan’s body tense and she comeswith me, her pussy pulsing around my cock in a gush.Witches and warlocks,I think she killed me.
We stay like that for a moment, as our bodies catch their breath. When I feel my cock softening, I roll both of us to our sides, pulling her into tight against my chest, my head buried against her neck.
I awake to moonlight streaming into the window. Rolling over, my eyes lazily open to look at the clock. It's been a long time since I've slept so deeply, and I struggle to focus. Things come back to me. Lillian, Gallegos, Marco … Red.
I look around the room. Rowan is gone — shit.
Chapter Eleven
ROWAN
Iwake up with a sense of contentment. For years I have pined for Riven Dalmatius and here we are tangled beside each other. Turning to look at him in the moonlight that shines in from the window, I can take my time seeing the planes of his face relaxed, almost innocent. Suddenly I am aware of how hungry I am. Starving actually, my stomach rumbling in answer. Reaching down, I gently untangle myself from Riven and slide out of bed careful not to wake him. Swiping his t-shirt from the floor I use the bathroom down the hall and clean up before making my way through the silent house. The thought of a sandwich with all the fixings is driving me forward towards the kitchen. Surely Riven keeps this place stocked up. Right?
Tiptoeing down the hallway, I try my best not to make any noise. The house is eerily silent, not a sound to be heard, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. As I descend the stairs, I make a mental note to ask Riven how often he comes here. Does he spend most of his time in Cloverdale? I’m assuming so. My stomach does butterflies as I think about our night together. I’m hoping that we have a future together. I want that, but I always want him to prove that he’s mine too, that this isn’t a repeat of last time.
Finally, making my way to the kitchen, I open the fridge and am relieved to find it stocked with all the ingredients I need to make a hearty sandwich. As I make my meal, I can't help but feel a sense of unease.
Just as I have hunted and gathered my supplies onto the counter to my satisfaction, a sudden noise makes me freeze midway through assembly. It sounds like someone stepping on a branch outside, though if they were smart, they wouldn't come near the house. In fact, maybe it is just James? Sliding a knife from the block I take a bite of my sandwich nonchalantly, my head swiveling towards the windows in the front that line the face of the home. My skin crawls with sensation as all my hair stands on end and a chill goes down my spine. Something doesn't feel right, like a presence of death nearby even though there is nothing but the sound of cicadas right now. Butthere is also a faint scent of cigarette smoke, something that shouldn't be here.
