His hot tongue delved into my mouth again and mimicked the action of a cock, doing shallow laps at first and then moving deep inside. I moaned and began to rock against him, seeking more of him. Wylder’s hand skimmed down my chest and rolled my nipple between his deft fingers. I hissed encouragingly at the contact.
Panting, he broke the kiss. He brought his other hand to my cheek with startling tenderness considering the rage in his voice as he traced the bruise Colt had given me. “I’m going to kill him myself.”
My own anger flared through the flames of desire. “He’s mine to destroy.”
Wylder held my face and looked straight into my eyes. There was something so intense and determined in his it felt like a promise. “Fine. Then we’ll do it together.”
His gaze broke from mine, but only so he could suck a path down the side of my neck. His fingers squeezed and kneaded my breasts as if he couldn’t get enough of them. An embarrassing whimper tumbled out of me, and then another when his mouth finally descended on a nipple and sucked on it through the thin cotton of my top. My body thrummed.
It wasn’t enough. I needed all of him this time.
Wylder seemed to have the same idea. He tugged at the zipper of my jeans and then pulled back to see my expression. In answer, I drew his hand to my throbbing cunt.
He squeezed tightly, making me clench with a wave of pleasure. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. “You’re delectable.”
He tugged at my jeans so viciously I was almost afraid he’d rip the denim apart. Part of me wanted him to. He wrenched his own jeans down and freed his cock. It sprang to attention, huge and gleaming with precum and a Prince Albert piercing at the tip.
Fuck me.
My mouth watered at the sight. What would it be like to feel the metal rolling against my tongue as I took his dick in my mouth?
I reached out and rolled the ring between my fingers, spreading the slickness of his precum. Wylder’s eyes closed, and he let out a grunt. But as I continued to move my hand up and down his shaft, he pushed it away with a growl. “Not right now. We’re coming together this time, and I’m going to be balls deep inside you when we do.”
If I’d been wet before, those words made me gush. He took a condom from his back-pocket and ripped the foil with his teeth before rolling it on. With one almost frantic thrust, he filled me to the brim.
I gasped at the fullness of his thick cock. He didn’t give me a chance to get accustomed to his girth as he started to pump into me, but I was ready for him anyway. The stretch sent a delicious burn of bliss all through my torso.
As he stroked even deeper, I pushed my hips toward him. My fingers scraped his back. Our wild breaths mingled together, our bodies jerking and slapping against each other as our breaths fractured. It was savage and raw, nothing even remotely gentle about it, but somehow I felt closer to him in that moment than I had to any lover before.
Sweat trickled down my back. I arched my spine, curling one of my legs around Wylder so that he could find even deeper access. The new angle made him hit a spot so good my eyes rolled heavenward. I matched his rhythm, his thrusts plunging deeper still as he sent me careening toward my orgasm.
I looked up at him in the same instant that he looked down. There was a wild urgency in his green eyes. “You’re mine,” he snarled. “Mine.”
I didn’t think it was just lust in his voice. There was something more than that, something that made my heart wobble.
Before I could examine that impression too closely, Wylder bucked into me harder and faster than before, setting off a chain reaction of sensations inside me. Pleasure blazed through me and exploded in my core. I leaned in and bit him on his arm to muffle my scream.
Wylder jerked inside me, his muscles contracting. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered. With a hitch of his hips, he emptied himself inside me.
We stayed locked together for several seconds. I was still clutching his shirt, trying to catch my breath. Wylder closed his eyes as if he wasn’t ready for the moment to end.
Then he opened them again, and something hardened both in his gaze and his stance. The fire in those emerald orbs died in an instant. Something cold took its place, and a chill washed over me in turn.
He pulled out of me, yanking off the condom and heaving up his jeans in rough movements.
I pulled my panties up, watching him. “Let me just remind you that you were the one—"
“Don’t even go there.” He zipped himself up and then discarded the used condom in the trash. Then he jerked around to face me, his expression so emotionless it was hard to believe he’d even touched me, let alone fucked me so desperately.
“My dad wants to talk to you,” he said flatly.
That’d come out of nowhere. “About what?”
“He wants to discuss the situation with the Steel Knights and your position here. You’d better get changed so you’re ready when he calls on you.” And just like that he walked out of the kitchen, without giving me so much as a backward glance.