Page 14 of Rathgar

But Rathgar, for all his gruff exterior, shows that he knows more than just how to crack skulls. His rough, thick fingers get me off with such impossible precision. His tongue and teeth lap, nip, and kiss at all the right places, our bodies so in tune with one another it’s like he’s reading my mind.

God, I hope not.

I look up into his eyes, and the world stops spinning. He rests one calloused hand on the side of my face. The other braces on my hip. “Relax,” he says again, and this time my body obeys.

Not only do I go slack under him, but my fears and worries melt away too. With a grunt, he pushes deeper inside of me. It’s a stretch, but not an unpleasant one. The burn quickly turns into a throbbing pleasure center, feeling every ridge of his alien dick scraping against my inner walls.

My fingers dig into his flesh, my eyes wild and unfocused. He bends down to capture my lips in a hungry kiss before whispering in my ear. “Aaah, Janie — you’re so fucking tight around me.”

The dirty words make me clench my thighs around him. I get yet another growl as a reward. “Janie,” he says again in that gruff tone, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of hearing my name on his lips.

When he used it to deride me or tell me all the ways I was wrong, I hated the sound of his voice. Tried to avoid it at all costs.

But here in bed with him, it takes on a whole new meaning. He speaks it so reverently, like I’m the most precious treasure in the world.

I know better than to run with those thoughts. Silly fantasies like that were what got me into this mess in the first place. But damn, if he doesn’t feel so right…

“Are you with me?” Rathgar asks. I glance up at him, realizing my thoughts had been elsewhere. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” I let out a soft moan when I feel him sink all the way to the hilt. From this angle, he’s pressing against my clit and I angle my hips upward in response. “It feels…good.”

“Good,” Rathgar says, gripping my hips with both hands. “Cause it’s about to feel even better.”

He hooks his arms under my legs, pulling them upward to thrust even deeper. The head of his cock nudges against my cervix and I cry out , arching against him.

That’s all it takes for him to lose it completely — a feral growl rips free and he pulls out only to slam back in again. And again. And again.

He’s pushing and pulling my hips in a bruising grip, grunting and panting like some kind of animal, and if I’m being honest? It’s hot as fuck.

Guys, in my limited experience, didn’t like to be vocal about their pleasure. I never knew if they were enjoying it or not. With Rathgar I had no such questions. He went at it like a man possessed — pumping into my body again and again with a wild look in his eyes and a snarl on his lips.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He groans when he angles upward, hitting the sensitive spot I like most. “Fuck, you feel so good, so tight…”

It doesn’t take long before I’m grunting and panting along with him, slamming my hips upward with every thrust. He pushes, I pull. I wrap my legs around his back and hook my ankles. He’s not getting away, and I don’t want him to. We pant and groan and growl like beasts. When he shouts my name and buries himself in me balls deep, the hot splash of his cum against my tired walls sends me over the edge one more time, grasping and clenching and howling like the animals we are.

Alpha and omega, together as one.

My mind hazy, my limbs exhausted, I curl into his embrace. Darkness gathers and I can no longer fight it. The only hazy thought that floats through my mind before I drift asleep completely?

Good thing it’s just Rathgar here with me. We’re both just doing our job. Nothing more. Nothing less.

There’s no chance I’d fall for a guy like him.

Right?

ANOTHER PROMISE

RATHGAR

Humans sure do sleep in curious positions. After she fell asleep in my arms, part of me wanted to lay there and fall asleep with her, too.

But another part of me, a bigger part now that the primal need to mate had died down, had something else on his mind.

I slip out from beneath her and crawl up into the rafters, lifting up the glass panel of the skylight and pulling myself up onto the roof.

First rule of field work — always secure the area before engaging. I’d already broken that one when I barged into the cottage and took her straight to bed. Any number of our enemies could be out here, laying in wait till I was most vulnerable.

I couldn’t let that happen.

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