Page 51 of Shadow Bound

Or at least for now it does.

I’m not an idiot, I know there isn’t a future for Beau and me. She’ll be slipping into the shadows soon enough, leaving without a second thought. While I have her though, she’s mine and I don’t want another man to see her trim body.

In the truck, I sit with Beau’s toned thighs on either side of mine. Her chest, still covered with that sheer bra, pressing against mine. I feel her hard nipples press against me as she takes my mouth again in a scorching, soul-consuming kiss.

Her nails scrape down my torso before stopping at the button of my jeans. Teasingly, she runs a single finger down the zipper before boldly cupping my hard-on in her hands. I’m instantly thrusting into her hand, seeking more of her touch.

“Fuck,” I groan into her mouth. I feel the corners of her lips rise as she fights a smile. She never smiles, but knowing she’s fighting one does something to me. Makes my chest ache. “Take me out,” I order, pulling away from her lips.

Her eyes flash with annoyance, not liking being told what to do, but she still does what I say. Clever little fingers wrap around my length and pull it from the denim-clad prison it was held in. Angry and dark red, my cock now sits between us. Isabeau grips me in her hand, jerking me with just the right amount of pressure. When her thumb swirls around the thick head, spreading the drop of precum, I hiss out a breath between my teeth.

Needing to touch her, I trail my fingers along her ribs, her skin is the smoothest thing I’ve ever felt. When she shivers at my touch, I smirk, loving that I’m able to affect the ice queen like that. With one hand, I undo her bra and watch as it falls down her shoulders. Finally, her perfect breasts, just barely a handful, are on full display to me. Unable to stop myself, I tip my head and scrape my teeth across the top of one before taking one of the taut buds into my mouth. I bite down harder than I would normally, but my girl likes it. Her hand that still works my cock tightens on me as I do it.

I drag my fingers down her side to where her thongs sits on her flared hips. Letting my claws out, I cut the material. The scrap of lace fabric joins the bra on the floorboard.

Nudging her hands away from my dick, not wanting to come by her hand, I dip my own fingers between us. Beau tosses her head back, exposing that glorious throat of hers as my fingers dip between her creamy thighs. My index finger teases her entrance as my thumb works her clit. Fingernails bite into my shoulders as I play with her.

Her odd heartbeat picks up, almost sounding like a normal rate, but for her, it’s erratic.

Annoyed with my teasing, her eyes open and flash angry red for a split second. “Either fuck me with your fingers or get out of the way so I can do it myself,” she threatens. If it was possible to come from a single sentence, that would be the one that does me in. Those words will live in my head for the rest of my life. When I’m alone, those words will be the ones that will be on replay as I get myself off.

Leaning forward, I nip at her bottom lip in warning. “I don’t think so, Tink.” My finger dips inside her just deep enough to make her eyes flare, before pulling back out. “I want to see you beg for me.”

“I don’tbeg.”

“Wanna bet?” Smirking, I watch her face contort in frustration. Just as she opens her mouth to bitch me out, I thrust my fingers into her, effectively silencing her. Beau’s tight walls clamp down on my digits, desperately trying to pull them in deeper. “You’ll be begging me to let you come soon enough.”

My eyes never leave Beau’s face as my fingers thrust in and out of her tight pussy. When she’s like this, lost in the pleasure, her walls fall down. The coldness in her eyes dissipates, the walls made of impenetrable iron that she’s built around her fall and the side of her Sterling tried so hard to take from her surfaces. It shines for me like a beacon in the night, leading me home.

I like Isabeau’s dark side—her monstrous side—after all I have one to match.

There is something about seeing Isabeau like this that does something weird to my chest. A dull ache I’m not sure how to make go away. Or if I even want it to go away. I have no idea what or how she’s done it, but this girl is fucking with my head. And now my heart.

My thumb continues to work her as my fingertips drag across that spot deep inside of her. Her walls start to flutter, telling me she’s close. I told her I’d make her beg for me, and I intend to keep that promise. Bringing her right to the edge, I lean forward and scrape my teeth along her defined jaw, before pulling my hand away from her quivering pussy.

Her eyes snap open and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. Feeling victorious, I smirk at her. When she sees my lip tip up, a snarl rips through her parted lips revealing her fangs have made an appearance.

“Don’t make me hate you, Ransom,” she warns.

“You could never hate me.” My finger, still covered in her slickness, runs over her swollen bottom lip. A low growl escapes me as her pink tongue swipes out and laps it up. My finger still hovers near her mouth, dipping her head she sucks the digit between her lips. Her tongue swirls around it, sucking softly. When I feel her fangs scrape softly along my fingertip, I freeze and lock eyes with her.

Her eyes, flashing in and out of her ice blue and blood-red, as she struggles with her control. Narrowing them, she silently asks me to make her stop, but the idea of her tasting my blood on her tongue again does something to me. In this moment, I can’t remember wanting anything more than for her to sink her fangs into me.

“Do it,” I order, my own eyes flashing into their wolf form as my wolf surges forward. She laps at my finger one more time before her fang pricks the pad of it. There is a bite of pain, but I like it. I know the second she tastes my blood because her breath hitches and her body goes stiff.

Her pupils dilate and her irises turn red again, but this time they stay that way. Her small hand wraps around my wrist so tight it’s painful. She holds me in place as she enthusiastically laps at the wound she’s caused.

Trailing my other hand down her chest and torso, swirling around her navel as I go, I return my fingers to her dripping pussy. She groans around my finger, the vibration traveling right down to my cock. At a feverish pace, I stroke into her, my thumb circling her clit.

This time when I know she’s about to come, I let her, no longer needing or wanting her to beg. As she goes off, she bites down on my finger, breaking the skin even more and I can’t bring myself to care. Her thighs quiver as she comes apart in my lap. Not once to I let up, if anything I pick up my pace on her sensitive nub.

Finally releasing my finger, she throws her head back and cries out as she rides out her orgasm.

She’s not even done shaking in my arms when I’m lifting her hips up and lining her up with my dick. Needing to be inside of her, I don’t wait for her to come down from her high. I bring her down on me as I thrust up. In one smooth movement, I slam all the way inside of her. Instantly, I’m hit by a wave of white-hot pleasure. It’s intense—consuming.

Something inside of me snaps and shifts, and somehow, I know that I’ll never be the same. Being with Isabeau like this has changed something inside me, I’m not sure what, but there is no going back. The damage has been done.

Isabeau’s nails drag down my chest, the sting of her scratches only heightening my pleasure. Lifting her by her hips, I drag her up off my cock until only the tip remains before bringing her back down. At the same time, I thrust my hips forward, meeting hers.

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