Page 33 of Just One Night
I race toward Aurora’s rooms, leaving a startled Dagon and Talon behind. I fly though her door, slamming it closed behind me.
“What thefuckare you reading?” The words wrench out of me, my breathing harsh and uneven, like I’ve just gotten out of a battle.
And I have. A battle with myself. A battle to keep Aurora safe fromme.
But fate has other ideas, apparently.
“How did you know I was reading?” She shifts on the bed where she lounges, the book opened on her lap, her eyes round and wide as she looks up at me.
“Because…” I step closer to the bed, my body flooding with the demands of the bond I can feel growing and stretching inside me. The one I’ve kept buried for far too long. “You’re.Mine.”
I haul her off the bed, needing her in my arms. “Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me you want this.” I gently grip her chin in my fingers.
She looks up at me, and I swear I could die from that look alone. A look I don’t feel I deserve, but one I’m no longer okay ignoring. “I’ve been telling you all along,” she says, a little smile on those luscious lips. “I’m yours.”
I kiss her. Hard, and with intent, before jerking my mouth back. The mask is off. Leash too. She wants me? She’s going to get every ounce I possess. “Against the wall.”
Aurora only hesitates for a fraction of a second before she rushes to the closest wall.
“Face it,” I demand.
She spins around.
“Palms flat. Don’t drop them.”
A whimper escapes her lips as she does what she’s told.
My cock aches against my zipper, but I take my time prowling up behind her. Fuck me, it feels like I’m on a hunt and I’ve locked onto the sweetest fucking prey. I drag my finger down the bare skin of her arm, across her ribs, and linger on her hip, my touch explorative. I’ve had her, tasted her, but I’ll never get enough. Never be sated. She’s the breath I need to survive.
One quick movement, and the flimsy silk shorts and tank covering her body rip, fluttering to the floor leaving her deliciously bare to me. “Don’t move.”
The only move she makes is the rise and fall of her slight shoulders as she breathes. I slowly strip out of my clothes, taking my time to relish her in this vulnerable position. Her body is gorgeous, from her luscious strawberry hair to the curve of her hips down to her painted toes.
“Such a good little mate,” I say, stepping into her space.
She gasps as I sweep down, kissing along the column of her spine. I palm the globes of her ass, smoothing my hand over each delicate cheek. I lightly smack one, turning her pale skin rosy. She whimpers with delight, arching farther into my touch. I reward her other cheek before slipping my hand between her thighs. My fingers hit her wet heat and I go absolutely feral for her.
“You like that, don’t you? You like this part of me? The one I’ve kept leashed?” I stroke through her heat, relishing the way she drenches my fingers. She’s aching, her muscles locked to keep her in place against the wall.
She dares a slight turn of her head to look down at me. “I love every part of you, Saint. Every version. I wantallof you.”
Fuck. Me.
I kiss the raised red skin of her ass, worshiping both sides as I pump my fingers into her, alternating by teasing the apex of her thighs. I tease her swollen clit until she’s writhing on my hand.
“Come on my fingers,” I demand, nipping her cheek before upping the pace of my hand.
“Saint,” she gasps, rocking into my touch, chasing that pleasure until she falls over the edge, clenching around my fingers so tightly I almost come too.
I manage to stop myself, thanks only to my endless practice of willpower. Slowly, I slide my hand from her thighs and standup, laying kisses along her back as I position myself behind her. Dragging my lips over the side of her neck, I pull her back against my chest. She wiggles that ass against what is hard and ready for her.
“I’ve loved you from the second I laid eyes on you,” I whisper into her ear. “I don’t know why fate tied you to me. But as long as you want me, I’m going to give you everything I am.”
“Saint,” she says my name again, this time a plea. “Fate knew exactly what it was doing pairing me to you. Bonding me to you. And even if it hadn’t, I would’ve bonded to you myself, because you’re the only safe space I’ve found my entire life. The only one who makes me feel alive. Makes life worth living.”
I capture her mouth, kissing her over her shoulder, while gliding my thick head through her wetness. Fire lashes through me at the first tease, at the way she rocks back into it, desperate and hungry for me.
“Keep your hands there,” I demand when she reaches for me. She hurries back to position.
