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He lets me set the pace and I sink down on him tortuously slow just for all those snide and dickish comments he's made to me since I’ve known him. My teasing is effective judging by the way his hips shift slightly underneath me and the way his eyes roam my bare skin. His fingers dig into the skin on my hips so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. Fine by me.

I begin to notice more and more of his tattoos. On his chest is a beautiful, fallen angel surrounded by shadows and more roses matching the ones on his neck. On his shoulder is a compass leading to the north star, which is really cool. The other shoulder houses a pocket watch with the clock hands stopped at a specific time. They're perfect and fit him so well.

“Sadie,” he says impatiently, and I smirk. The thing I'm not counting on is how me torturing him ramps up my own desire as well. I’m already turned on from him fucking me on the desk and a part of me wants to savor this moment because I’ve waited for it for so long.

Eventually, I give in to what the desire zapping between us wants, lowering myself until he's buried to the hilt inside me, loving the sound he makes when I do.

"Gods, Sadie. You're a fucking Goddess," he rasps. "Take your pleasure from me. I'm yours to own tonight."

And sploosh. I'm a fucking goner. I know he's a glutton for control so for him to say that? It takes a lot.

Ever so slowly, I start rocking on Elian's cock, building the pressure and passion between us, taking him how I want. When slow becomes too slow, I start moving faster and faster, using my hands on his chest to help control my movements. Staring down at Elian like this while his eyes are so banked in lust makes me truly feel like the Goddess he thinks I am.

"How does it feel, Pet?" he pants, watching my every movement, his grip on my hips still firm.

"You feel so fucking good inside me, Elian," I respond, or at least I think that's what I say. I'm barely able to stay coherent, so lost in the pleasure that is Elian King. For all I know I might've told him he's the fucking God of Cock or something. Either way, it makes him smug as fuck.

He places his hands on my ass, no longer able to keep them to himself, and starts smacking me down on him even harder. The wet slaps of our coupling echo through the bedroom, and I swear I hear someone that sounds suspiciously like Dante, cheering us on before Elian adjusts my angle and starts hitting me in a spot that makes me see fucking stars. No, supernovas.

Hell, let’s be honest, there's not even a word for what I'm experiencing right now.

“Come for me, Sadie,” he beckons and smoothly flips our positions in a move I’m jealous of. He pistons into me like his fucking life depends on it. Harder and harder, hitting that sweet spot inside of me over and over.

"Yes!" I yell as my pussy flutters and clamps around his dick. With a few more hard strokes I take him over the edge with me and he spills his hot seed inside of me as the bed beneath us snaps and collapses, making me squeal in surprise.

The sound of it echoes throughout the cabin, and the thump, thump, thump of several pairs of feet reach my ears as the rest of my mates slam into the room throwing the door open with wide eyes searching for threats.

When they find us naked with the bed broken beneath us, they calm down. I’m slightly embarrassed for all of five seconds before I start laughing. Elian seems cocky as fuck on top of me. Kaos’ stare is super intense and more than turned on. Reed blushes and pushes up his glasses, but he doesn’t look away.

“Mind if I join?” Dante asks, waggling his eyebrows to which Elian chucks one of the pillows at him.

“I’ll fix that tomorrow,” Vin says, gesturing to the bed with a salute and a wink.

I can feel myself turning red when Kaos herds everyone through the door and they leave as quickly as they came, but not without Dante loudly protesting the whole way.

Completely and utterly spent, Elian wraps his arms around me, and I lay my head on his chest. It takes ages for me to come back down to earth, which is fine by me. It gives me a moment to relish the feeling of being in Elian’s arms.

A part of me expected him to take my hand and complete the bond, but he didn't, and I wanthimto be the one to takemyhand. He’s the one who has struggled through all of this, so I want it to be his decision. I know where I stand on the idea.

I open my mouth to ask about it when Elian says, "Now, why don't you tell me why you really came to see me tonight?"

Shit.

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“How did you know?” she asks, scrambling to look at me, as if I couldn't sense her nervousness earlier. Her aura shows me exactly what she's feeling, which for an asshole like me, really works in my favor.

Although I do quite love this game we play, bantering back and forth with each other. She does too, even if she won't admit it out loud. Maybe after this shift between us, she will.

"I'm a smart guy, Pet. Tell me what it is you want."

I stroke the silky skin of her side, loving the goosebumps that appear afterward. From the way her pupils dilate even after she already came, she also likes the feel of my skin against hers.

I’m waiting for her to take my hand and complete the bond, but she hasn’t, and I know I’m not deserving of it so I don’t push it. I can’t believe I’m the last one either. I’m pissed at myself for it. For letting the guys complete the bond with her before me.

Logically, I know it’s my fault, but fuck. It infuriates me that the shifter and the Light Weaver bonded to her before I did. Even so, I want this to be wholly her choice. I don’t want to take anything else from her which is another reason I haven’t jumped at the chance. I did mean what I said earlier about not going back from here and she agreed which placates the caveman in me a fraction.

She takes a deep breath. "We need to rescue Ash."

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