Page 67 of A Shadow of Betrayal

I shrug, not sure how to answer that. “Sure, that could happen, but that's a possibility for anyone. And at least I wouldn't have to look back and wonder what if,” I whisper, making him smile, the small amount of worry in his eyes melting as I look at his lips, then slowly move closer, letting him choose if he wants me to kiss him. “Besides, what if it's me who messes up? You may regret this as well, Creed. We can stop if you have any—” Creed's lips crash to mine, halting my words, and I smile against his lips.

THIRTY-FIVE

Meyer

“Are you sure this is what you want, Meyer?” he asks hoarsely. I dip my head sharply. Before I realize it, he rips my top over my head, cording his arm around my waist. His lips capture mine as he rolls me on top of him and frees me from my pants. I shriek with delight, a little dizzy at the sudden shift of position. “Words, Lemon Drop. Tell me you want this... That you want me,” he demands, growling the words against my mouth and making me shiver. Pulling my lips from his, I lean back and gaze at his ruffled curls and lust filled eyes, my hands pressed to his firm chest as I shift to straddle his obvious erection.

I reach up, gathering my wet hair, arching my back a little, and making Creed's eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees my rock-hard nipples. “Fuuuck,” he groans, hands moving to rest on my hips as I grind against him.

“Yes, I want you, Creed,” I whisper, placing my hands on his and slowly bringing them up to cup my breasts. “I want you to fuck me so damn hard I can't walk tomorrow without feeling you. I want to taste you, to suck on your cock and have you fill me with your cum—Ahh!” I scream as Creed growls and flips me onto my back, his pupils so large I can barely see any green.

“You can’t talk like that, or this will be over in seconds,” he snarls, grabbing my hands and pinning them over my head, making my back arch off the bed as he dives down and wraps his lips around my nipple.

“Yes,” I gasp, closing my eyes as Creed settles between my thighs. His lips suck hard before they release me with a pop, then move to my other nipple. I groan as his teeth nip at me, the small bite of pain flooding my center with heat as he rocks against me. I open my eyes, looking down in frustration, wanting his pants off so I can feel him. “Creed,” I whisper as he nips at me again, and I buck, grinding against his hard cock.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” his voice is ragged as he bites down, leaving a mark and making me so fucking wet I can feel it on my thighs. Creed pulls back, licking his lips as he stares down at me, the lust in his eyes softening. “You're beautiful, Meyer,” Creed breathes out, his gaze devouring me. I blush and shoot him a small smile. Damn, this man is going to be the death of me. I've been called hot, cute, and sexy before, but not beautiful. I change the subject, too embarrassed to respond.

"Care to join me?" I tease, gesturing to his clothing. He grins, sitting back on his knees, ensuring I keep my thighs spread as his hungry eyes dip to my center. Cursing under his breath, he strips off his shirt, revealing chiseled pecs and abs that have me practically drooling.

Okay, so I know I’ve complained about the hardcore workouts the Hunters make us do, but damn… I might appreciate them just a little more now that I’ve seen the evidence of Creed's hard work. Sitting up, I run my hands up his sides, touching every line and dip of his torso, before pressing kisses down his chest and abs, pulling a low moan from his lips. I make quick work of the buckle on his leather pants, then ease them down his trim hips, releasing his constrained erection, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the top of his thick cock.

Oh, fuck me dead.

Leave it up to Creed to have a fucking amazing cock. It looks perfect, thick, but not overly so, and long, but not too long that I have to worry about my IUD getting dislodged.

"Why did you stop?" he teases in a husky voice. I arch an eyebrow at him and then continue my trail of heated kisses along his well defined V. "Shit, Meyer! I didn't think you'd..." He hisses as I reach out, wrapping my hand around him and looking up, meeting his eyes with mine as I lick the perfect little drop of pre-cum from his slit. A guttural groan bursts from him as my eyes flutter shut, and I take him into my mouth. Then I roll my tongue around the crown of his cock, before taking him deep into my mouth.

I smile around him as Creed's hands move to my hair, his fingers clutching at the wet strands as his hips buck, forcing his length deeper into my throat. I moan, making him go crazy, his cock twitching, his fingers fisting my hair as I suck him even harder.

“Fuck, Meyer! Yes, just like that,” he says, his head falling back. Satisfaction races through me as I wrap my tongue around him, hollowing my cheeks as I pull back. I part my lips again, and bring him to the back of my throat, repeating the motion over his strained erection several more times, reveling in the way his thighs tense, quivering with every flick of my tongue.

Just as I'm about to take him deep again, his hand's fist tight in my hair, drawing my lips off him with a slick pop, and I look up at him with a grin, loving the half-crazed expression on his handsome face.

“You have a very… VERY wicked little tongue,” he growls as he gently lowers me back to the pillows, his knees spreading between my thighs, giving him better access to my throbbing cunt. “And as much as I want to come in that talented mouth of yours, I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

I laugh, loving how close I brought him to going over the edge with only my mouth. But my laugh breaks off into a moan as Creed lowers his weight onto me, his fingers gliding down my ribs and then moving over my pubic bone to my pussy. With gentle fingers, he spreads me, rubbing my swollen clit before driving two thick fingers deep inside me.

“Oh!” My eyes slam shut as Creed fingers me, driving into me so hard I gasp and arch under him.

“Fuck, you're so responsive,” he growls, pressing his lips to my neck as he draws his fingers back, only to add a third and slowly push them back in. I groan, my body stretching as he brings his thumb up, keeping pressure on my clit. “So tight,” he moans, then his fingers still, and he pulls back… “Um, don't hate me for this, but you're not a…” he trails off, and I blink up at him in confusion. “Have you done this?” He nods at me, then looks at his giant dick and I laugh.

“Are you asking me if I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin?” I tease. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it’s just not the case for me. Creed purses his lips, eyes narrowing as he draws his fingers back, then thrusts them in hard, making me scream, my pussy clamping down around his thick digits.

“You’re fucking tight, Meyer. I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls, and I nod.

“Not a virgin. Don’t stop,” I beg, reaching up and grabbing onto his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin as I buck into his palm, needing more.

“Shit. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or pissed off. Now I have to kill whoever touched you,” he grinds out, making me laugh and roll my eyes. “Are you on birth control?” he asks, pulling back to look at me as his fingers keep pumping, driving my orgasm closer and closer.

“Yes!” I gasp, writhing under him, needing that release. It's so fucking close!

“Can I fuck you bare?” he growls, and I nod, the idea so damn hot I feel my pussy fluttering around his fingers.

“Need to be inside you,” he mutters, yanking his fingers from me and making me cry out. “Need to fill this perfect pink pussy.” My body is shaking as he lines up his thick cock with my entrance, then pushes in slowly, groaning as he goes. “Fuck, this tight cunt… Shit, babe. I need you to relax,” he begs, voice cracking as he tries to rock into me.

“Keep going,” I pant, wrapping my legs around his trim hips as I try to relax, allowing him to push in another couple of inches.

“Jesus,” he groans, closing his eyes and resting his head on my shoulder, as his hips keep thrusting, moving his length in and out of my cunt, driving me wild with his slow, steady pace. “Fuck, you need to come. Right now,” he demands, his fingers move back to my clit, rubbing it a few times before pinching hard.

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