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“Christ, boy,” Corbin snarled. He pulled out and thrust in again. My throat warmed from his load spraying down it. He groaned and grunted through his release as I swallowed each drop.
I lost his cock but was picked up and carried to the counter where my mate kissed me.
He didn’t care I was a mess. He claimed my mouth like he couldn’t get enough.
He drew away and rested his forehead to mine. We both fought for our breaths.
“Haven’t come that fast in decades.”
Cackling, I squeezed my legs around his waist, my spent cock rubbing against him. “Me neither. But I liked it. A lot. It was damn hot, and I can’t wait to do it again. I’ll suck your cock anytime, anywhere. I don’t even care if we’re down the street and you want my mouth. You can have it. I’ll drop to my knees as soon as you demand it, Sir.”
“Hell, Riker.”
This feeling, this lightness was like when I hunted. When I killed. And I wanted it all the time.
Corbin said he accepted me, he’d take me as I was, and he would soon tie his life with mine.
I… I couldn’t understand how a person could make another giddy, but there I was, feeling it in that moment, and now I knew how lucky I was. Maybe after everything I’d done, I wasn’t as condemned as I thought I was.
Why else would Fate give me someone who balanced me out perfectly?
I deserved this.
Him.
And I’d take him.
He really didn’t know what he was getting into. How cold I could be. How ruthless, and hard, and possessive—so very possessive. He may have had a small glimpse of what I was like, but not all. So, I’d have to get him addicted to me before he could run away.
He was mine to keep. Like I was his.
There was no escape now that I’d had his cock in my mouth and his cum down my throat.
CHAPTER FIVE
CORBIN
Later that afternoon, we sat on the couch watching an action movie from one of the apps, when Riker asked me his sixteenth question.
“Favorite sex position?”
Smirking, I shook my head slightly. When he’d asked to play twenty questions, I’d said no to begin with. Until he begged and gave me those damn puppy-dog eyes. But hell, I found myself actually enjoying this shit.
“Doggie style. You?”
He groaned and slapped my chest. “You can’t keep asking me the same questions. But, since this is about sex, I’ll answer. I’m a missionary kind of shifter. I like it sweet, but steamy. Rough and hot. Well, any way you want to give it.”
“I’d thought my brothers were horny fuckers, but you’re taking the cake.”
He moaned. “I love cake.” That wasn’t the only thing I’d learned about him either. He preferred a meat lover’s pizza over hamburgers. He wished he could sit still enough to read a romance book because he heard the ones about shifters were hotter than hell. He enjoyed annoying his brothers. He wanted to go to a live concert one time. He hated the library because he got shushed all the time.
The more he shared, the more I wanted to know.
“What’s your—” My phone on the coffee table rang. I scowled at it, hating we were interrupted even when we weren’t doing much.
“Boo,” Riker complained when I nudged him away from lounging on me as I leaned forward to grab the device.
Snorting, I told him, “You could have moved yourself.”
