“Then please,” I begged, ignoring my curiosity about what freedom he needed. “If you understand, release me.”
He was shaking his head before I finished the words, his grip easing from my chin, his hand falling to my shoulder. His fingers grazed the tender spot on my neck. “You’re not listening again. There’s nowhere to escape. You’re safer with us.” His voice rose, yet he lowered his touch to my collarbone.
I hiccupped a breath. “Yes, there is.” Despite my words, desire swept through me as it had downstairs, twisting my thoughts into knots.
“I can smell your arousal.”
Heat crawled up my cheeks, and I shoved my hands into his solid chest, but he wouldn’t budge.
His body pushed closer, arms locked around me, his chest rising and falling quickly. The expression over his face was of pure ecstasy and urgency, and when he lowered his mouth to my neck, licking me, my sex clenched. It shouldn’t have, but something about him set me on fire.
The pressure built within me, and I loathed that I enjoyed the way his mouth tenderly kissed my skin, how the warmth of his quickened breath covered me in goosebumps. Sweeping up and over my chin, he reached my lips, pressing himself against me. He kissed me softly at first as if testing my response, but something about having such a powerful man needing me undid me.
His hands dropped to my hips and he pulled my lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it, tasting me. I squeezed my thighs together, falling beneath his attention, drowning in desire. I shouldn’t want him, I shouldn’t be inching my hands up his hard chest, looping them behind his neck, or lifting myself on tippy toes. But I did all that. I was losing myself to a Vepar.
As if my behavior gave him the approval he seeked, he kissed me faster, taking my tongue into his mouth, a moan brushing over my throat in response.
I kissed him back, desperate to unleash the building pressure strangling me. He reached up and his fingers snagged into my ponytail before pulling out the elastic. My hair fell around me in waves.
He gripped the back of my thigh and placed it around his hip, nudging himself between my legs, taking me, dominating me while we both remained fully clothed.
Was this how we were meant to be? I parted my lips for him, and when he tapped my other leg to wrap it around him too, I held onto his thick arms while he pinned me between himself and the wall. I hated myself for the way I was embracing him between my thighs. His heavy muscles shifted beneath my palms, and I stroked them, but it wasn’t enough when I desired skin to skin, to slide over his naked body.
I moaned with desperation, begging for more. All rational thinking disintegrated when he grabbed my ass, rubbing himself against my sex. I pulsed down there in response. He ground faster, his kisses relentless, and sweat collected across my lower back.
Moisture pooled between my legs, breathing came with difficulty, and my nipples ached painfully against my shirt. I’d never had a man dominate me this way.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back as his teeth nicked the flesh of my lip. A coppery taste flooded my mouth, and I winced.
Derrial licked and sucked my wound ferociously as if tasting my blood drove him wild.
He arched my neck back and found my throat, his teeth raking over my flesh, sinking them into my shoulder but not breaking the skin.
I gasped, the pain sharp, but not excruciating. If anything, it flooded me with an excitement, and I moaned for more. I hadn’t been with many men, so I didn’t have the chance to explore what I enjoyed sexually, but apparently dominant men turned me on.
Pain and desire blended into an emotion I didn’t understand, but I wanted more.
I chewed on my cut lip, tasted the metallic blood as it bubbled, but Derrial returned and captured my mouth. A wave of heat engulfed me, shaking me at the core.
“You want this, you live for this,” he whispered. “That’s why you’re ours.”
His words sent a deep shock through my soul.
“Derrial,” I breathed. I shouldn’t have allowed this, should have fought to take back control, should have hurt him.
But I didn’t want to, and I groaned again as he continued to rub against my heat. I was dripping wet and squirming beneath him.
His body curled over mine as he ground so hard he left a wake of vibrations over my sex. One minute I brushed the edge, and then I fell in, all my weight wrapped in his arms. I climaxed, convulsing, and my screams muffled against his mouth.
He grunted too, then finally stopped with an unsteady exhale.
Coming up for air, I gasped, not able to find any words for what had just happened. The silence between us grew unsettled after the noise of our moment, but reality slowly slipped through my mind. What had I just done? A tight knot formed in my stomach, making me feel like I was going to throw up.
I wriggled out of his hold, lowering my legs, and he released me. My knees were jelly beneath me like I walked on a ship deck in a roiling sea, and I had to let the wall hold me up until I found my strength.
Unable to look at the Vepar, I sidestepped past him, wanting to run, to escape, to never see him again as I burned up with embarrassment at how easily I gave myself to him...how my body responded to his. I’d had a freaking orgasm with both of us still dressed.
My body still trembling, I ran toward the parted door from him in shame. And this time, no one came after me.