“Let’s get you changed real quick and then we’ll wrap you back up.”
He handed her Hopscotch, and started to change her, but once he’d cleaned her up and was tucking a fresh diaper under her hips, she laid a hand over his.
“Not yet, please?”
She loved being cared for and looked after and doted upon but she was starting to feel weak and helpless and she didn’t care for that, even if she was. She might be weak from being starved and dehydrated and chilled through to her bones, but she wasn’t fragile.
Sir’s grey eyes flashed at her as his hands stilled.
“What do you mean, not yet?”
“Mmm, I want to touch you, be with you. Please?”
His dark brows drew together as though her motives were suspect.
“We never got to…” She pursed her lips, feeling her face flush. “I want your skin on my skin. I want you to make me feel strong. I want to make you feel good. I want to feel like I’m yours. Please, Sir.”
He might say no. Daddy and Papa would probably say no. But that was the thing about Sir. He would push her when Daddy and Papa would hold her.
“Please,” she begged, willing him to understand what she needed even though she couldn’t quite understand it herself. Cosima only knew it felt right.
There was a beat of hesitation on his part, probably because he was wondering how much Daddy and Papa were going to murder him if he did this. She guessed only a little murder and Sir could deal with that.
When he reached for his belt, she knew she’d gotten her way. Sir shucked his clothes quickly and she only saw flashes of his naked body before he was climbing into the bed and pulling the linens over her too. She’d seen his unclothed torso at Hive before, knew he was broad-shouldered and not bulky but more thickly muscled than Papa.
His thighs were thick and the curve of his butt had made her bite her lip. They were all so fine to look at, her men, and she would get her fill of Sir sometime, just not today. That was okay. He wasn’t going to leave again, she knew it. She wouldn’t let him.
Under the blankets, Sir slid in close until his body met hers and he didn’t even gasp or tease when she put her cold hands and feet on him, just tugged her closer as though if he held her tightly enough she’d never be cold again. Maybe he was right.
With her lips at his neck, it was impossible not to nibble and lick and kiss. There were teeth marks on his shoulder that surprised her but they looked like marks Papa had left on her thighs. Maybe Ian just went around biting everyone, that wouldn’t surprise her.
She gasped as Sir closed a fist in her hair and pulled her head back until she was forced to meet his gaze. Strong but it didn’t feel cold to her anymore.
“You tell me if I hurt you too much.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway.
“Yes, Sir.”
And then she was on her back, Ryker levered over her, his biceps swelling with the effort of holding his weight off her.
He kissed her, and it startled her. Not because he was aggressive because he wasn’t quite. More like assertive, insistent, a steady dominance that made her heart pound and her muscles go limp, made her body surrender. Yes, she was his.
It didn’t take long until she was trying to tug him down against her with a leg wrapped around his hips, but he bit the corner of her mouth and shook his head.
“No. I’m in control here, not you. You’re going to be stuffed full of my cock often, I promise you that, but not today.”
Even knowing better, she opened her mouth to protest and he cut her off with a vicious twist of a nipple.
“I said no. I know you’re a greedy girl and you’ll be satisfied but I say how and when. You’re mine to do what I want with, mine to fuck how I choose, mine to get off as many times as I want, and mine to hurt until you scream. Does that make you wet, little one? Knowing that you’re mine?”
“Yes, Sir,” she confessed, her hips canting toward his thick cock bobbing above her and not getting the satisfaction of penetration or even friction.
He grinned at her wickedly and smacked her between her legs, forcing a startled yelp from between her lips.
“Let’s see about that.”
Sir shoved her legs apart and speared into her cunt with two fingers, making her eyes roll back in her head. God that felt good. So good.