Page 28 of Merciless & Mated

“Plain is fine.”

He stripped me out of my pajamas when the tub was about halfway full, his fingertips lingering a little longer on my skin than comfort required, but he didn’t make any move to touch me beyond that. I stripped down, feeling his gaze on my skin as I climbed into the massive bath.

When he turned to leave, I squeaked out a “Wait.”

He stared at me, waiting for me to give him an explanation.

“Stay?”

Marco sat on the edge of the tub.

“In the water,” I clarified.

I watched greedily as he slipped off the pants he had worn to bed. Was that just for my benefit? I’d assumed he’d have climbed in naked, but maybe he’d been attempting respectfulness.

Once he was fully seated, I crossed the distance between us and climbed into his lap. His cock instantly rose to attention, but he only wrapped his arms around me and nudged my head until it rested on his shoulder, my nose brushing his throat. His fingertips danced a rhythmic pattern against my arm and I focused on that until my heart and breathing had calmed down enough that I dared to look at him.

“I’m sorry I hit you.”

“It was my fault. I’ll learn not to sneak up on you.”

“Our life is weird.”

“Yes,” he agreed.

“Everything feels so fucked up.”

“That’s because it is.” He sighed. “I’ll try to give you the best life possible here. I know it’s never going to be the life I want to be able to give you.”

I believed him. We were both stuck and neither of us had a choice, but we could make the best of it. “Thank you…for wanting to make this all okay.”

We could figure it out in time. For now, I knew at least one thing we were good at together. I traced my own patterns—spirals and zigzags and hearts—against his chest until my comfort started to shift into something else. I inched my fingertips down until I boldly swiped them over his nipple, his entire body tensing in response.

His cock tapped insistently at my ass now that I had woken the beast. “If that wasn’t an invitation, you’d better make yourself really fucking clear right now.”

“What if it was?” I tweaked the nipple again and shifted my hips.

With one quick movement, Marco had me turned, my back to his chest, his hand over my throat, and his legs forcing mine wide for his other hand to descend. I gulped air down, my whole body trembling as the rough pads of his fingers focused on my clit at the same moment his teeth found my bondmark.

I breathed his name on a sigh and arched my back, rocking my hips to grind against his fingers. This was a million times more fun than stewing on all of the shit I’d been through. The orgasm he was building felt like glass under pressure, every new crack bringing me closer to breaking for him. I bucked hard when the swell of pleasure became too great, riding his hand while I locked it into place with both of mine.

The world tilted as Marco pushed me forward and spun me in the open water before dragging me closer. My back bowed when he looped one arm around my waist and pulled on my hair, lifting my breasts so he could wrap his mouth over each of the pink peaks in turn. I squirmed in his grip, hands braced on his shoulders and nails digging into his skin as he scraped his teeth over me hard enough to leave red streaks and have me yelping when they closed over my nipple.

It wasn’t fair that he had all this power over me. I managed to loosen my own grip and dropped my hand to grasp his cock trapped between us. Marco hissed, a growl escaping in between his lapping against my skin.

I did my best to keep a steady rhythm but Marco seemed content to continue surprising me. A lick here, a bite there, a tug on my hair or a roll of his hips to glide against my clit.

Only after I broke for him again did he haul me out of the water and take the both of us, still dripping, out to the bed. I fell onto the blankets with a whoosh and then he was above me, my hands reaching for him, his weight pressing between my thighs. I locked my ankles behind each of his legs and pulled in, arching as his cock plunged into me. Between the heat and stretch of him in my cunt and his mouth feasting on my throat where his bondbite made everything a thousand times more sensitive, I could barely catch my breath.

I pawed across his back as if finding something to grab onto might help me cope with the barrage of sensations assailing me. Marco was both too much and not enough. Even without the heat high, he was still more than I could bear.

He bit me hard enough to break skin and I cried out, my vision going white, my scent gland responding with a flood of endorphins as my pussy contracted.

I wasn’t used to the intimacy of him in this position. The play of pleasure across his face and the heat in his eyes teased some deep part in the recesses of my brain.

Alpha.

Mate.

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