Page 10 of Shifting Hearts

My hands mold to Akasha’s ass as her finger plays through my hair. A moan falls from her lips as she throws her head back. Lifting her up, she wraps her legs around my middle and my lips find the smooth caramel skin of her neck. Kissing, licking, and nipping, I taste her all over, like a man possessed.

“Korvin,” she says breathily.

“Yes, my sweet,” I reply against her neck.

“Please,” she begs sweetly.

I know what she wants. I can smell her arousal. It permeates every corner of the small metal box we are trapped in and fills every crack in my damaged soul, imprinting her on me for the rest of my life. I knew the mate bond would be potent, but I haven’t even claimed her yet and I already know I would die without her.

“Not here,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers. “I don’t want to claim you in a damn elevator.”

“Please,” she begs again.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I say, knowing I am pushing my boundaries and testing the control I have over my bear. “I’ll make you come on my fingers and when we get home, I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk.”

I let my dirty words hang between us. I have been fighting the need to claim her because I was afraid of what my bear would do, terrified he would hurt her. But if these past few days have taught me anything, it’s that she soothes my beast. My bear has never been more docile or manageable than when she is beside me.

Akasha stares at me for long moments before she speaks, her words a whisper for my ears only. “Do you promise?”

I kiss her in reply, ravaging her mouth.

When I saw her for the first time tonight, I almost lost my shit. She was wearing a plaid black skirt instead of her customary skinny jeans, putting her tone legs on display for the entire world. Jealousy thrummed through me and my bear roared in outrage, rattling my brain around in my skull. But now I couldn’t be more thankful for the easy access.

My cock throbs painfully in the confines of my dark blue jeans as pre-cum slips down my shaft but any pain is worth having her in my arms. Slowly, I lower her body down mine, until her feet are on the ground. My right hand releases her full ass cheek to slip beneath the fabric of her skirt and caress the skin of her thigh, working its way around to the front.

A groan falls from my lips when I don’t encounter any resistance.

“Why aren’t you wearing any panties?” I ask, my voice low and rough. “Are you trying to get fucked?”

“Yes, Korvin,” she replies.

I harshly shove a finger into her dripping channel. The sound that falls from her lips nearly takes me out at the kneesbut the irrational anger swimming through my veins keeps me standing.

“So, you just want to get laid?” I ask angrily, rousing my bear from his contentment. “Any cock will do?”

She moans like a fucking whore and the sound makes my cock jerk against the zipper of my jeans. With every spear of my fingers, she works her little pussy against my hand.

“No!” she moans loudly. “You. Your cock.”

The anger drains from me instantly knowing she was hoping to either seduce or entice me.

“Fuck, woman. The thought of you with another man … I’ll kill any other man that comes near what is mine.”

“Yours.” The word is a broken whisper as my thumb finds her clit, rubbing in circles.

“You’re stunning,” I whisper in her ear. I need to give her praise after my unfounded accusation a moment ago, all while continuing to work her over with my fingers. “Your pussy is so wet. No idea how I am going to get my fat cock in this tiny little hole.”

“Oh, God.” She throws her head back in pleasure, spreading her thighs even more for me.

“Show me your tits, Sweetness,” I beg this time, needing to see more of her.

Yes, we are stuck in an elevator, and it could start moving any second but neither of us care right now. We are both lost in the moment.

Akasha does as I ask, undoing the buttons on the short-sleeve black jacket before undoing the buttons on the shirt. The fabric falls to the side, showing me the black lace that holds her large breasts in place. I can’t resist pulling one of the cups down, baring her dark nipple to my gaze.

My lips wrap around the turgid tip, sucking harshly. Akasha screams loud and long as her pussy grips my fingers, herorgasm pulling her under. My fingers continue the ministrations through the aftershocks until the last of her pleasure has passed.

“Fuck me, that was sexy,” I say, slipping my fingers from her sopping pussy and licking them off.

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