Page 108 of The Pact

He has other ideas.

Mid-stroke, Wes’ hand glides over the back of my head. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls. It stings, although somehow also feels good. He’s telling me it’s his turn to take control. I let him. Releasing his cock, I cup his face and stare into those beautiful brown eyes as we pant from the building tension.

I know I could come like this, rubbing myself over him, even through the material. The thought turns me on more and I’m so wet I swear I must be soaking through my shorts.

Wesley returns the favor from earlier, kissing along my jaw and ear, before landing on my neck. I feel his teeth graze over the sensitive skin.

It’s his turn to test me.

He bites down softly at first and it sends a rush of heat right to where I’m rocking against him. His teeth clamp down harder and I cry out. He immediately releases me.

“No,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.” Wes searches my face, looking for a lie. “Keep going,” I command, letting him know with my tone that I’m not deceiving him.

His mouth returns to where he was biting, but he kisses me instead. I’m about to say something until he moves to where my shoulder and neck meet. Wesley sinks his teeth in, much harder this time. I know it’s going to leave a mark tomorrow.

The thought heightens my arousal, if that’s even possible.

Suddenly, he’s pulling me away and throwing me down on the couch. The surprise of it disorients me, however, it’s only momentarily. Before I can ask what he’s doing, already missing the feel of his cock between my legs, he’s yanking off my shorts and tossing them over the couch. He leaves my panties on, though.

I have the faint feeling of wanting to cover myself. I’m not sure why—maybe it’s the wild look in his eyes or maybe it’s because we’re in the theater room where anyone could walk in.

“Let’s go to your room,” I say breathlessly. “Someone might see us.”

His teeth pull over his bottom lip as if the idea of being caught turns him on. A flash of familiarity comes over me. Cole with his hand up my dress in the kitchen. The risk of being caught made what we were doing more exciting.

“Let them watch, blue eyes. I don’t mind putting on a show.”

With that, Wesley nudges my thighs apart. Heat flashes in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me in my white lace panties. He takes my leg in his hand, propping my foot on his chest.

Starting at the top, he kisses the sensitive skin of my foot. It sends little electric shivers down my leg. Then, he’s sliding my leg over his shoulder and his mouth teases my calf.

He’s in no rush.

His fingers make circles just behind my knee. The combination of the heat of his mouth with his hands has me arching my back. I need more. I need this every day for the rest of my life.

He’s finally at my thigh and flat on his stomach, looking into my eyes as he clamps down on the soft inner skin. My head falls back. It’s all so intense. He alternates between sucking, then biting, sucking, then biting harder. I don’t know how long it goes on, but I’m panting, barely able to speak.

“Wes, I can’t…I can’t...” The words won’t form. I don’t even know what I want to say. I only know that my body’s impatient.

“You can and you will,” he responds, his lips moving against my skin. “My marks will be all over you when I’m done. There will be no mistaking that you’re mine. And no one outside of this house will touch you. If they do, I’ll leave my marks on them too, but they won’t be as pretty as this.”

His mouth leaves me, replaced by his fingers tracing over the aching spot. I lift my head and look down at him. Even in the darkness, I see my skin is red and imprinted with his teeth marks—blue and purple will follow. I wish I could permanently keep the deep indents—a reminder of how mutually feral we are for each other.

Wesley’s violent promise to hurt anyone who touches me sends a rush of excitement through me. It shouldn’t. The logical part of me knows that. I should be horrified. However, I’m not, not even a little.

Wes’ hands slip beneath my thighs and over my ass, stopping only when he gets to my hips. Digging his thumbs in, he yanks me down to him until his mouth is hovering over my pussy. His warm breath tickles me even through the fabric of my panties.

I prop myself up on my elbows. His eyes meet mine and his tongue wets his full lips. “Thea, once I start feasting on you, I won’t stop until you’re coming in my mouth and shaking uncontrollably. Do you understand? I won’t stop.” His brows drop in seriousness.

I nod timidly. It’s all the permission he needs.

Wesley’s face drops and he’s running his nose down the center of me before coming back up with his tongue flat against me. The fabric mutes the full sensation, but it’s enough of a tease that I’m pushing my pussy into his face, needing more.

“So eager for me, aren’t you, blue eyes? And so fucking wet.” I feel his fingers now. “Your panties are soaked,” he growls. “Are you needy for me, Thea?”

“Please, Wes.” I can’t take the teasing, it’s too much. He laughs against me, the vibration making me moan loudly. He finally relents. Hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties, he pulls them down.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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