Page 18 of Dare Not
“Do you want me to say ‘please’?” I whispered, face flushing hot at the question. I felt his amusement as he shook his head. Wild pressed a soft kiss to my breast, glancing up the line of my body with a devastating look in his dark red eyes.
‘Stay still,’he mouthed, all cocky confidence.
I made a sound of discontent, even though a small rush of excitement filled me at the idea. Then he took his fingers away, and I wanted to cry.
They pressed at my lower lip, the instruction silent but clear.Suck.I parted my lips, refusing to break eye contact, and Wild’s flared with hunger as he pushed two fingers into my mouth.
I can’t believe I’m doing this,I thought as I wet his digits with my tongue. But then again, why not? I wasn’t doing anythingwrong. So long as all of us were happy and comfortable, then why worry? Why question whether it wasokayfor me to feel good about something thatfelt good? If I was twisted and broken, then fine. I’d rather be twisted and broken with my soul bonds who made me feel like I was flying, than force myself into whatever prescribed mold agathos were meant to fit into.
‘Good girl,’Wild mouthed, pulling his hand away. He roughly yanked my panties to the side, impaling me on his wet fingers. I let out a silent scream, surprised that I enjoyed the slight bite of pain that accompanied the pleasure.
Wild didn’t miss a thing, tempering his movements less than usual because he clearly realized through the bond how much I liked it. The fabric of my panties dug into my hips where he was roughly pulling them out of the way, and he wasn’t so much stroking me in a come hither motion as pressing against that magical spot inside me andshakingit. I gasped at the wave of pleasure threatening to rise and drown me, fingers grasping desperately at the sheets to anchor myself against the sensation trying to sweep me away.
It was too much and too good, and not enough, and so close—
Wild twisted my panties in his grip, a sharp bite of pain accompanied by a firm sense ofcommandthrough the bond. A silent instruction tocome right now, and I was helpless to do anything but follow. Happily, willingly, gratefully helpless. Under Wild’s ministrations, the stress of the world went away. There were no obligations or prophecies, no overwhelming negative attention that made me want to hide and never see anyone again.
There was just pure bliss. His magic hands, the weight of his body against mine, his hot breath ghosting over my skin as he leaned down to press kisses everywhere he could reach.
His teeth scraped over my nipple and I bit my lip to stop myself crying out and letting everyone downstairs know what we were doing.
Though Riot and Bullet would be able to sense it clearly through the bonds, and I wasn’t entirely confident in either of their poker faces.
Wild withdrew his fingers and my face flamed as he took his time licking them clean of my arousal, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
He freed his cock from his trousers, stroking it once while wrapping an enormous arm around both of my thighs and tugging me down to the edge of the mattress before grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on the backs of my knees, encouraging me to keep them pulled up.
Wild pushed my panties to the side again, sliding his cock through my wetness, bumping against my clit until I was a trembling mess.
Patience, I reminded myself, wanting to impress him with my self-control, trusting that he would get me there.Be patient.
Wild rewarded me with a slow, sinful smile that I somehow felt everywhere, before slowly pressing into me, my body stretching and pulling to accommodate him.
He watched me with his brow furrowed, like he couldn’t decide if it was too much for me or not, and I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
Wild’s movements were slow and measured, thrusting lazily while I kept my knees pinned to my chest, unable to do a thing to speed him up, and he knew it.
He pressed his body weight against the back of my legs, grinding his pelvis against my clit, and as delicious as the friction was, it was the way he firmly yet tenderly gripped my chin, encouraging me to keep my eyes on him, that sent me over the edge.
I twisted and writhed beneath him, but he didn’t let up, dragging my orgasm out with every measured thrust. His self-control was slipping as I tightened around him, and I wrapped one arm under both my knees so I could grip the bed with the other hand as he picked up his pace, worried I was going to fly off.
His blood-red eyes were hazy with desire, and with him looming above me, trapping me in place, he looked dangerous in the best kind of way.
Wild.
Helookedcompletely wild, and I loved every second of it.
I loved him.
I’d never told him that, and I wasn’t sure now was exactly the right time, but I absolutely loved Wild.
He was too distracted to notice.
With a sharp exhale, his movements stuttered to a stop, and I fought to stop staring at him like a lovesick puppy, wrangling my emotions under control before he pulled out.
Ultimately, I wasn’t confident that Wild loved me back. Or rather, loved meyet, because I had to have hope that it would happen one day. Aside from the aunt he’d lost, Wild hadn’t experienced much love in his life for comparison. And there was his complicated feelings for Bullet to consider—sexually, Wild seemed pretty comfortable with his attraction to my other bonded, but emotionally, both of them were flailing a little.
We’d get there,I told myself.
