Page 67 of Shadowed Bond

“Ares-”

His mouth is on mine before I can finish, and whatever protest I had planned disappears immediately. He kisses me hard, one hand at my waist, the other sliding up to cup my face as he walks me backwards until my back meets the wall. I clutch his shirt as pleasure darts through me, settling straight into my core.

Pleasure sizzles through us as a soft whimper escapes me. “Fuck, Ares…” I moan against his lips. He kisses me hard before he tugs my head back and kisses me along my neck and shoulder.

“If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to tell me clearly,” he mutters as his tongue flicks across my neck.

I don’t want him to stop…

“Ares…” I whisper, not even sure why I’m calling him. His silver eyes meet mine, dark with desire and hunger as he yanks up my dress to my waist, grabbing my ass.

I bite back a moan; I can still hear voices down the hall, too far to matter but close enough that my face burns when I realise where we are and where this is going.

“We… Everyone is outside…”

Ares’ mouth curves into a small, cocky smirk before he covers my mouth with his hand, firm enough to muffle the sound that escapes me when his body presses against mine.

“Then you better be quiet, Princess,” he murmurs against my ear. “Unless you want the whole family knowing exactly what the future Luna of the Blue Moon Pack sounds like.”

Fuck.

Before I can even respond, his hand slips my panties aside, and his fingers find my clit. Pleasure erupts through me as I cling to him, parting my legs to give him better access.

“That’s my girl,” he growls in my ear as his fingers plunge into me, making me gasp.

Fuck, Ares, I murmur through the mind-link.

You’re already ready for me, he growls, slipping his fingers out and sliding them into my mouth. My cheeks burn as I lick them clean before he turns me and bends me over the sink counter, the mirror in front of me, one hand squeezing my ass whilst he unzips his pants with the other hand and pulls his dick out.

I turn to look at him, biting my lip as I appreciate the size of his cock before he lines it up with my pussy, taking hold of my hip with one hand and with the other he thrusts into me, making me whimper in pleasure.

“That’s it…” he growls in approval as he begins fucking me nice and hard.

I bite back a moan, and he leans over me, clamping his hand over my mouth, the other still holding me firmly. Pleasure consumes me until all I can think about is how good this feels.

And I never want him to stop. The closer I get, the higher the pleasure builds; the sound of our skin colliding fills the room.

I’m close… I whimper, holding on tightly as he slams into me, harder and faster until my release tears through me and I feel my juices squirt out of me, trickling down my legs as my entire body almost buckles, but he wraps his arm around my waist, holding me up. A few thrusts later and he comes, pulling out and spraying his cum over my ass.

By the time I can breathe properly again, my hands are still gripping the edge of the sink, my hair is no longer neat, and my dress is creased in a way it shouldn’t be. And yet somehow, in an insane way, I love it.

Ares is looking at me in the mirror with the expression of a man thoroughly satisfied.

I stare at his reflection, cheeks flushed, pulse still racing. “That was…”

He leans down, his hand at my hip moving to caress my waist, his lips brushing the side of my neck. “Good?”

“Better than good,” I whisper. He chuckles, slapping my ass before he moves away and grabs a towel, rinses it beneath the water, and before I even realise what he’s doing, he’s running it down my ass and legs. “I can do it.”

“I got it,” he says, his voice rough, but the way he’s running the towel over my legs is anything but. His touch firm yet gentle.

“Thanks,” I say softly. I get a grunt for a response, nothing more.

Only when he’s satisfied does he move back, and I adjust my panties as he slips himself back into his pants and takes out two small bottles, tossing me one. I cock a brow, but the moment I catch it, I recognise the scent disguisers.

“You just carry these around?” I ask.

“I grabbed them earlier; I realised with you nearby I might need them at unconventional times,” he admits.