Page 57 of Lamb

“Lamb!” she gasped, suddenly righted and in my arms, her dazed, dewy eyes struggling to comprehend how we’d gone from there to here.

Her weight was the right amount as her wet pussy sank into the crotch of my jeans. My bulge pressed straight into her, and my dick begged to be free and sink home to where it belonged. Ash wiggled on my lap, her wetness sinking through to my own pants, unsure what was water and what was her personal lubricant.

“Tell me to stop,” I growled, sinking my face into her wet shoulder. Her hair clung to my face, her chest rising and falling beneath my lips, my teeth aching to reach out and taste the forbidden fruit. I was no vampire, nor cannibal, but this woman had me becoming a monster in all sorts of ways. I’d consume her right now if it were the only way I could have her. “Just one word, and I’ll let go of you right now.”

I forced my fingers to relax, each one painfully stiff as I pried them from her, not enough to release her but enough to pull back from the sweet scent of her skin. I turned my head up to where she was peering down at me.

Her eyes were glossy and hooded, lips moist and parted, and her short, near-panting breaths ran over my damp skin. Her gaze danced over my face, not settling on any particular place, her thoughts moving with the same struggling concentration. Her mind was in disorder, out of sync with the body tremoring on my lap, fingers digging into the flesh of my shoulders, and tongue darting out to dampen her swollen red lips.

I forced my body still, desperation to buck my hips and grind my rough jeans into the wet pussy weighing down on top of it busting at the seams. I wanted to push her and demand an answer, but I held my impatience in check. She was getting there; it was just taking time for her to sort between what was lust and what was logic, something with which I was also struggling.

“What stopped you?” Ash whispered, her husky voice nearly drowned beneath the pounding inside my chest. “I am here, naked, on your lap.” Ash began to stroke lazy circles around her stinging nail marks. “You could take me however you like.”

Blood rushed in the back of my mouth, the metallic iron bitter and cold down my throat. “I don’t know what you think about my club, about me,“ I growled, not liking the way it pooled like ice-cold lead in my stomach, my dick faltering at herimplication, “but the only way this dick is going into your tight pussy is you soaking wet, legs spread,beggingfor it.”

Ash’s thighs tremored, and my God, my simple dick stood back to attention, unaware whether her tormenting gesture was out of anticipation or trepidation. Her gaze heated, eyes widening, and her toying fingers stilled on my shoulders.

“Oh,” she whispered, the tight little circle of her mouth calling for my tongue.

Another thought occurred to me, and if I thought I’d been ice-cold before, now I must have been arctic. “If anybody has ever treated you otherwise, I—”

“No,” Ash rushed, her hands jerking to cover my mouth.

Don’t bite. Don’t even lick them.

“It is not that,” Ash explained, her hands floundering between us, her mind struggling through her words. “It is just … I have never—”

Her crimson cheeks deepened, and the words rushed lightning-fast through my brain. “You’re a virgin?”

Her gaze darted away to the floor, the shy gesture soaking my jeans as she threatened to end me then and there. She nodded.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the word strained and painful out of my mouth. I was in danger of busting out of my skin, my mind, my body, my dick—all of it was about to implode at the physical, emotional, and lustful whiplash.

“Well, there is no need to react like that,” Ash huffed, grabbing at my shoulders as she tried to lift herself off my lap.

My hands clamped like vices around her hips, putting her right back where she belonged. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart,” I growled, deep and guttural.

She stilled, back rigid, eyes wide.

“You ain’t going anywhere.”

Ash’s defensive fangs reared, missing the undertones of my command. “You are obviously not in the mood anymore, so I will—”

I raised my hips, my dick pressing up into her core, her heat sinking through the thick material. A hot, surprised gasp rushed over my face as I groaned in pleasure at just the thought of plunging myself into that tight, burning pussy.

“You’re wrong.” I raised one hand from her hip, sliding over her back until I could sink my fingers into her damp, thick hair. “I don’t know what it is about you,” I purred, pulling tight on her scalp. She gasped again, her head leaning into my grasp as I pulled her close enough toward me that her small, firm breasts were planted firmly against my chest. “All you have to do is breathe into my direction, Ash, and I’m ready to fill you with my dick until you taste me. Do you understand?”

Ash tried to nod, but my hold had her motionless. Instead, a small, husky “Yes” whispered from her lips.

“But the second there isn’t anything you don’t like, or don’t want, all you have to do is say it,” I added, fixing my eyes dead on her, knowing the truth lay in them. She could see through me, and though I wasn’t sure how I felt about it during the day, at this moment, I needed it. Needed her to see that I was telling the truth. That it mattered that she trusted me. “One word. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good girl.” I released my grasp on her hair, letting my fingers slide through the damp, polished ends.

“Now. Where were we?”

Chapter Sixteen

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