Page 118 of The Never List
“Rylee.”My name rasps from his lips.
I spare a glance behind me, noting that nothing is there, and then grin up at him. “Have I earned this?” I ask, reaching between us to grip his length.
He thrusts into my hand once before pulling my palm back up to the center of his chest. “You’ve earned this,” he says, planting his hand over mine and pressing it harder against his heart.
I swallow around the lump of emotion in my throat.
“And that is much more valuable,” he says, studying me with a curiosity that makes me feel priceless and treasured.
“True.” I bite down on my smile, eyes flicking from his to his lips and back again. “But,” I say, a playfulness in my voice, “can I still have it?”
His grin is delicious—and then we’re on his bed and I’m splayed out on my back. I don’t even have time to askhim how he did it because he spreads my thighs and settles between them, thoroughly distracting me.
He holds my gaze as he glides into me, sinking in to the hilt so fast I whimper. For a few seconds, he lets me adjust to his size, but he’s already given me multiple orgasms, so I don’t need much. I roll my hips, and he shudders above me. Emerald ribbons of his energy curl out from behind him, almost as if he can’t contain them while he’s lost in me.
The idea makes meliquid.
He pulls all the way out only to slam home again. I arch against him, my back bowing off the bed as he sinks into me over and over. I grip the sheets, my pleasure building like a cresting wave. Pierce is inside me in so many ways—between my thighs, beneath my skin, stroking me into an oblivion I’m certain I never want to end.
“Fuck,” he groans, upping his pace. “Where did you come from?”
My eyes fly open, momentarily shocking me right out of my orbital bliss. His eyes are locked on me as he pumps into me, the motion a dominant claim.
“Surely, the stars,” he says, leaning down to brush a hot kiss over my lips. “Because you were made for me.” He rocks against my center while bottoming out inside me, his energy beneath my skin flaring and flickering like flame. “Forus.”
My orgasm rips through me, shaking my entire body as he continues to draw it out, coax it right into another one by thrusting again and again. Emerald ribbons slide between us, teasing my nipples even as he holds me tight, pumping into me with abandon.
“Pierce,” I groan. “I can’t…”
“You can,” he says. “And you will.”
Shivers dance over my skin, his bands of energy sliding between my thighs, circling my swollen, oversensitive flesh while he unleashes himself on me.
Goddess, maybe I wasmadefor him, made for each of them, because I’m quite certain I could stay here forever and never get enough.
“Now,” he demands, and his energy crackles against my flesh, sending bursts of euphoria along my skin, my muscles, every pleasurable spot I have.
I grip his back, holding on as I convulse again. This orgasm is better than the last because he spills inside me at the same time. We’re in sync, our minds connected by his powers. My body his to command. He could tell me to fly right now, and I would.
Pierce smooths my wild hair away from my face, looking down at me with an expression I’m pretty sure I understand but won’t dare say out loud. A soft heat sweeps over my left index finger, and he draws it up so I can see it.
A ring is nestled there. It’s gold and in the shape of a spider—his mother’s insignia. Inside the spider’s abdomen is a large, glimmering emerald.
His token.
“But,” I say, eyes welling. “It hasn’t been a full month—”
“I don’t need a month,” he says, then presses his lips to mine. “I choose you.” Something shifts over his features—a seriousness I can’t quite place. He kisses me again, and my heart responds, racing and expanding. He draws back just enough to look at me. “And don’t worry, darling,” he says. “I’ll keep your secret until you’re ready to share it with all of us.”
35
Rylee
I’m a coward.
I didn’t say a fucking word when Pierce said he’d keep my secret—and that was nearly two weeks ago. I just stared at him for a few heartbeats and then attacked him with kisses and worshipped his body until he fell asleep.
It wasn’t my most brave and heroic move, but it’s all I had.
