Page 58 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
I'm on the edge of a blackout, and I know it. But stubborn pride forces me to hold on just a few seconds longer ...
"Come now," I pant, my lips against Hawke's ear as I'm half-collapsed on his chest, "Or not at all." Because I’m at least eighty percent sure Hawke isn't into fucking unconscious chicks.
Hawke grabs my chin in rough, punishing fingers, his gaze taking control of me—body, heart, and soul.
“No. You will go as long as I tell you to go, and you will not make the mistake of trying to order me around again. Do you hear me, recruit?” He rolls us over, pinning my wrists against the ground, and screwing my naked ass into the rough gravel. Dominating me. Controlling me. Marking me.
My pussy is still pulsing with the intense aftershocks of my orgasm, but Hawke isn’t nearly done. He pushes me to my breaking point and past it, again and again and again.
“Eyes open, recruit. You will satisfy me.” And that command keeps me going because I love submitting to him. I love it. He’s the top my sub has always craved.
Hawke pounds me into a second orgasm before having one of his own, this shuddering, all-consuming climax that makes the muscles in his arms and neck bulge, the veins show on his broad chest. He finishes inside of me, and then rolls off, rising to his feet and then turning to glance down at me, still panting.
“Get up,” he orders, but if he’s going for cruel, heartless jerk, it’s lost on me. I’m just too damn tired.
Right before I pass out completely, I send out another silent thanks to the goddess of contraception. Needing to carry around condoms all the time would really throw a dampener on these spontaneous sex sessions.
Hawke keeps looking at me, his gray eyes narrowing briefly before a sigh escapes him and he kneels down beside me. He must realize that I’m truly and utterly spent, incapable of standing on my own two feet.
That changes something in him, gives me a brief glimpse into a side of him I never imagined existed.
“Hawke …” I start, but the word won’t come out, and I can barely lift a hand up to reach for him.
"Shh." Hawke's deep rumble reaches my ears as I'm lifted in his arms. "Rest now, pet. I'm nowhere near finished with you for tonight."Chapter 14NataliaWhen I wake again, it's to the sharp sting of someone's teeth on my hard nipple.
My eyes fly open and I gasp, searching around me to find my bearings. I'm ... where am I? I'm in a huge, luxuriously comfortable bed made up with buttery soft linens in a deep charcoal grey.
I'm in Hawke's bedroom at the Rogue Elk which means ...
"Oh good," the bad tempered, control freak of a team leader murmurs from between my breasts, "you're finally awake. I was starting to think I'd need to jerk myself off."
I lick my lips. My mouth is so dry.
"I need some water," I mumble, rubbing my hands over my face to clear the haze of sleep.
"Here." Hawke sits up, moving to reach for the bottle of water on his nightstand. The motion brings his erection right up to my face, and I can't help myself. I lick it.
His breath catches and his balls contract in a way that makes me all smug and shit. I love seeing the way my men react to my touch. Yeah. Men. Plural. No matter how hard I'm making them work for it, no matter how much of a ball busting bitch I'm being, there's no fucking doubt in my mind. These five fucked-up, murderous bastards are mine. Crazy pants Arsen included. He just needs to get past his hang-ups over Portia. Something I'm secretly looking forward to helping with.
"Take these," Hawke orders me, placing two, small white pills in my hand. "They'll help with your headache. Then drink this." The bottle I thought was water is actually an electrolyte sports drink.
I arch a brow at him. "And then?"
He frowns at me, his eyes narrowed. "And then, what?"
I huff, but toss the pills into my mouth anyway, swallowing them with a gulp of the drink. "And then are you going to kick me out? Make me run another five miles or force me to scrub the bathroom with a toothbrush for embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend last night? Are we going back to being boss and recruit? Because if so, I think I'll take this and drink it in the shower, thanks." I wave the bottle of sports drink and make as if to get out of his bed. But he's straddling me, his straining cock just inches from my naked breasts, and his face like thunder.
"How about this, recruit?" he snaps, "you can leave now and take your punishment like one of the boys ... and I'll go shove all of this down Janet's throat instead." He strokes a hand down his cock, pumping it a few times and biting his sexy, full lower lip. I'm fucking mesmerized. "Or ..."
