Page 43 of War

“When will it all be over?I’m so tired,” I murmur, my eyes closing as I sink into his touch.

“You’ve been trying to keep yourself together, control the outcome.Sometimes you just have to let someone else take the reins.”

“I don’t like feeling coddled.Fragile,” I admit.I’ve been taking care of everyone else for so long, it’s hard to let go and accept I’m not in this alone anymore.

“Our fragility is what makes us human, Rogue.The beautiful broken pieces, the vulnerability—they’re what make youyou.”

His teeth graze my shoulder.“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”I reply without question.

“Take your clothes off.”

My mouth gapes, and I shift on my feet.“What?”

His chest rumbles in a laugh against my back at the shock in my voice.

Inhaling my scent, he says, “Don’t ask questions.Be a good girl and take your clothes off for me.Show me all of you.”Heat singes my skin, his words flustering me.I want to be defiant.To say no.That thought gets whisked away when he adds, “I need to see what’s mine.”Lust saturates me.My hands move of their own accord, pulling the hem of my top over my head, acutely aware of the window.

“Are you trying to corrupt me?”I ask, turning to face him, brushing my body against his and relishing in the thick, hard cock bulging in his jeans.

“I think it’s the other way around,” he breathes, his warmth dispersing over my cheeks.

“Is that what you think?”I drop my tone, cupping his cock.

“Mmhmm.”

“Maybe I should be the one giving you orders.”I gasp when he lifts me, my legs winding around his waist.He walks us with purpose up the stairs to the bedroom.

Dropping me on the bed, I bounce, squealing as he backs away and rests his ass against the railing, folding his arms.He crosses his legs at the ankles.There’s just a king-sized bed in the space, no other furniture.“Take your clothes off, Rogue.”

My chest rises and falls with hastened intakes of breath, showing him everything I’m feeling.

His words kiss over me, awakening every nerve ending, as a seamless desire simmers between us.Biting my lip, I reach behind my back, unclasp my bra, and drag it down my arms until my tits spill free.His eyes flash, spurring me on.Standing, I kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans, lowering the zipper deliberately slow.

“Tease,” he groans, a rough edge to his voice.

Pushing the fabric down my legs, I step out of them.A chill races over my thighs where my skin is still damp from the rain, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning in my core.

“Panties, Rogue,” he says, nodding toward them.

I’m going to combust and he hasn’t even touched me yet.Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my panties, I shove them down my legs before kicking them toward him.He whips his hand out, snatching them from the air, a delicious smirk kicking up the corner of his lips.

“Such an obedient little slut,” he drawls, bringing the flimsy fabric to his nose and inhaling.My clit pulses.My arousal dampens my pussy lips.He’s looking at me like I’m the air he needs to fill his lungs.“Lie on the bed.Show me what’s mine,” he demands, his tone deeper, firmer.

Silence surrounds us, our mixed heavy breathing filling the space.I sit on the pale gray comforter and shift back until I’m in the middle of the bed.Leaning back on my hands, I spread my legs wide, opening myself up to him.A hungry growl claws up his throat, a wolf ready to devour.

“Put your fingers in your mouth.Make them wet for me.”His commanding tone takes hold of me.My nipples bead.Goosebumps cover my skin.Slipping two fingers into my mouth, I suck them like they’re his cock.The tip of his tongue darts out, dampening his lips.

“Now, fuck your pretty pussy with them.”

My pulse taps a wild beat as I stroke my fingers through the valley of my tits and down my stomach, reaching my mound.

“I don’t want you to think.Just forget about everything and be here, in this moment, with me.”He moves his hands behind his back to grip the railing.

Pushing past my folds, I slowly enter my body, feeling my walls in delicate detail.

“Tell me how it feels.”

---