I licked the tip of his cock like it was an ice cream cone. “This cock is mine.”
His jaw clenched. His pulse pounded at his temples. “Yes.”
“What do you think I should do with it?”
His body went rigid as if he were fighting himself.
“You’re mine, Cormac. Tell me what you want.”
With a shudder, he answered. “I want you to take me deep and swallow my cum down your throat. Then I’m going to fuck you up against the wall and bite you again so my mark is on both sides of your neck. So every fucking male who sees you will know you’re mine.”
“Hmmm.” I ran my hand up and down his slippery cock, pretending to consider. There was no debate. “Up against the wall? In the shower?”
“Yes.”
I licked him again and then held his gaze with the tip of his cock resting on my bottom lip. God, I was such a tease. Playing with fire, that’s what I was doing. I knew it, and I couldn’t stop. “Can you push me up against the wall and fuck me from behind?”
I ignored the rumble from his chest and ran my tongue up and down his length.
“Yes.”
I loved the feeling of a man behind me, thrusting deep when all I could do was take what he chose to give me. Loved the way a cock rubbed me on the inside, hitting my sweet spot, making me crazy. I wanted Cormac’s cock rubbing me just right. His heat at my back.
“Is that all you want?”
When he didn’t answer, I looked up at him again and realized his knuckles were white, his jaw locked.
Playing with fire might have been an understatement. “Cormac?”
“No one has ever asked me.”
“What you like during sex?”
He nodded slowly, and I stilled.
“Were you a virgin?”
“No. I have fucked many females.”
“I don’t understand.” And I didnotwant to hear about his other women. A little green monster stirred inside me, and she was vicious, with really sharp teeth that poked holes in my confidence like a toothpick stabbing through a thin sheet of aluminum foil.
“The females are frightened by me. I am—” He looked away from me as he searched for words. “I—”
“You are what? Tell me.”
He stared at the wall above my head. “I am often chosen to fuck. Never the same female twice.”
How I could be angry that he hadn’t had more lovers was beyond me, but I hurt for him as understanding dawned. He was just like me. Used for the thrill, for prestige, so the people he was with could brag about the conquest and their prowess. He was a high-ranking member of his legion. A hunter. A scary strong soldier of some kind. He’d told me he was a killer. I was a billionaire princess with millions of social media followers. The men I’d dated had been after status. Bragging rights. Fame.
Rage filled me at the hurt I knew he had buried deep. We’d both been used.
“You’re mine now, Cormac. A thousand times won’t be enough.” To make my point, I took him deep, sucked hard and fast, pumping my mouth over him like a fist as I worked his balls with my hand. I scraped the fingernails of my other hand along the top of his thigh just hard enough to leave a mark.
He erupted in my mouth with a groan that sounded like agony, but I knew it was pure ecstasy. I took everything, swallowed him down, his heat making me feel powerful as he lost control, his hips pumping mindlessly.
When it was over, I lifted my mouth to the shower’s spray and took several mouthfuls, rinsing him down, making sure nothing of his essence escaped. I was staking my claim. His body was mine. His cum was mine. His heart was going to be mine as well.
He watched me like a man possessed, like he couldn’t look away. When I was finished, I stood slowly, dragging my nipples along his thighs, then his abdomen as I stood. I rubbed against him like a cat.