Page 117 of Bad Girl
He rolled and shifted until he was facing me.
His knot had fully expanded—standing out like a red flag. I bit my bottom lip as my eyes travelled up past his abdomen, his chest, my mark—until they reached his green eyes.
“Dinner will need to wait,” he said, lifting my legs in the air.
I’d forgotten all about dinner.
He bent my legs and spread them open, settling them back on the bed. He sniffed the air. Twice.
“Your scent,” he growled.“In my room—our room.”
He inhaled again. More animal than human.
His reaction triggered the response in me—that deep ache that never truly disappeared. Conrí’s smile, his scent, his voice, his presence—all of it brought something feral out in me that I’d stopped trying to explain.
His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I raised my hips off the mattress.
“That’s right. Offer that tight little hole to me,” he said, tugging them.“Give me what’s mine.”
“Why don’t you just give me what’s mine?” I asked, reaching for his cock.
Silver met green as I brushed my thumb over the wet tip.
“Such a bad girl,” he murmured, releasing my nipples to grip my throat.
His head lowered. His lips pressed down on mine and I tasted myself on him instantly—his lips, his tongue, all of it tasting like me. The satisfaction of it raised goosebumps across my skin.
I violated his mouth.
That’s all it took for him to guide that fat cock where it belonged.
My eyes fluttered shut as he filled me up. Neither of us won on an individual basis. We only won together. His fingers tightened on my throat and I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me. He took my legs and dropped them onto his shoulders before pressing his weight down until my body folded in half.
His hot breath blew over my face as he began to move.
“Such a good mate,” he murmured, lowering his lips to mine.
Every time he plunged his tongue into my mouth his cock buried itself deeper. I clung to his neck, his hair, his arms—clawing at whatever I could reach. My thoughts scattered with every downward thrust.
His power made him all the more attractive.
He’ll protect us all, Bad Girl said.
Something in her words snagged at me—relevant in a way I couldn’t quite grasp yet.
“Yes,” Conrí hissed against my lips.“Take it. Take my fucking knot.”
I tried to spread my legs but they were trapped against his chest. It didn’t matter—not when he began to pummel me with long, deep strokes that snatched the air from my lungs.
His snarl became a growl. Bad Girl matched him.
I couldn’t care less. I was so close.
When his knot spread me open I tried to relax but the tension was already impossible to hold back. Another growl. Another thrust. Harder. It popped inside and he groaned before rotating his hips—making me feel every bit of his swollen knot.
Desperate sounds fell from my parted lips.
“Now take it,” he whispered against my ear.
