“Which is why I held back before. As I said, there’s no need to do so now.”
“You also wouldn’t be able to hold me to the terms of our deal. We’d be starting afresh as psi-mates, and we’d each deserve the respect that should come with that. You’d need to trust me to rely on you, not wangle my compliance out of me.”
He twisted his mouth. “All right. But I want you to keep the psychic tag for now. If it hadn’t been for that tag, I wouldn’t have known where you were earlier. Until the halo-bearers have backed off, I’d like to have that peace of mind that I can always find you.”
Yeah, she’d figured he’d say that. “I can agree to that.” It cost her nothing to permit him to leave it there a little longer, and she’d rather have the reassurance that she wouldn’t be plain fucked if the angels came back and pulled more crap. It was clear those guys meant business. “You’d also need to—”
“Raini, you don’t have to tell me everything that comes with having an anchor. I already know, just like I know this is what I want. Everything is out in the open now. You’re trusting me with your skeletons, and I’m trusting you with mine. That’s how it’s supposed to be. So, yes, I want to form the bond.” He raked his teeth over her lower lip. “And I want to be inside you when I do it.”
Maddox closed his mouth over hers and sank his tongue inside. He kissed her exactly how he wanted to fuck her; how he would fuck her. Hard and deep and rough.
She clung to his shoulders, kissing him back, letting him feel the bite of her nails through his shirt. Maddox slipped his hand around that pretty throat he wanted to bite. He’d held her like that when he fucked her the previous night.
His demon wanted to take her now. Knowing they were about to claim her as their anchor, the entity was too worked up to care that she might not be wet enough to take it without pain yet. It just wanted in her. So did Maddox, but not until she was slick and ready.
Still devouring her mouth, he backed her into the small dining table, lifted her, and set her on the wooden surface. “I want you naked.” He whipped off her tee and bra. “Elbows.”
She double-blinked, as if striving to process his order. Finally, she lay back, keeping herself propped up on her elbows.
“That’s it, exactly like that,” Maddox praised, ragging off her jeans and panties. “Now don’t move.” He slid his hands under her ass, raised her hips, and clamped his mouth around her pussy. The sharp breath she sucked in went straight to his cock.
He loved going down on her. Loved her taste, her scent, how shamelessly she demanded more. Usually, he’d take his time; play and tease and savor. Not tonight. His demon didn’t have the patience to wait, and Maddox couldn’t chance that the entity wouldn’t simply surface and take her before she was ready. So he drove her up hard and fast, squeezing her ass tight as she came, knowing he’d leave bruises.
Maddox lowered her hips, snatched her hand, and pulled her upright. “Taste yourself.” He fisted her hair and took her mouth again, growling in approval as she tore open his fly and freed his cock. “Hungry for it?”
Oh, Raini was. She absolutely was, and she saw no need to pretend otherwise. Playing it cool wouldn’t get her royally fucked, and she was all about those royal fucks.
She curled her hand tight around his rock-hard shaft and pumped, keeping her grip just right. During their other nights together, she’d learned what he liked and how he liked it.
Raini frowned when he removed her hand. “Hey, I was in the middle of something.”
“You can make me come with that talented little hand of yours later,” he said, yanking her closer. He inched the thick head of his dick into her pussy. “Quick warning: my demon is probably going to bite you. You got a problem with that?”
Nu-uh. Call her weird, but she kind of got off on the idea. Curling her limbs around him, she lifted a brow. “Would it matter if I did?”
One corner of Maddox’s mouth kicked up. “No.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and rammed his cock inside her.
She winced at the flash of pain, but then the discomfort was washed away by pure pleasure as he began to move. He rode her hard, using his grip on her hair to keep her mouth pressed lightly to his, as if he wanted to drink down her every breath and gasp and moan.
“After three, we both let go,” he said, and she knew what he meant—they would both ease the hold they’d kept on their psyches to stop them from connecting. “One, two, three.”