Page 67 of Rescued

My hand moves on its own, sliding down between my legs.

“Yes! Right there!”Mika’s voice explodes in my mind, raw and demanding, and I swear it makes my cock spasm.

I cup his balls, tugging gently but firmly. His growl reverberates through the room, low and feral, and his nails dig into my hips as his grip becomes even firmer. The sharp sting of his claws breaking the skin sends a thrill straight to my dick.

The thought of those marks, of Mika leaving his claim on me in every way, nearly drives me over the edge again.

Mika’s thrusts grow wild, hard, and erratic. Sweat drips from his body onto my back, each droplet igniting my overheated skin. He leans down, his breath hot against my neck, his tongue trailing down my spine before stopping at the curve of my shoulder.

Mybody quakes, overwhelmed by the sensations, but when he grabs my cock in one strong hand and sinks his teeth into my neck, it all becomes too much.

The sharp bite sends a burst of pain straight through the core of me, but it’s drowned out almost instantly by the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes through my body.

“Mika! Fuck!” I shout, my voice hoarse and broken as my second orgasm slams into me.

My cock jerks in his hand, hot spurts of release coating my stomach and the sheets beneath me. My ass clenches, spasming around him, dragging a guttural roar from Mika as he thrusts as deep as his considerable length will reach one last time.

His cock pulses, filling me with heat as his body trembles against mine. The sounds he makes—a mix of growls and groans—are raw and primal, and they leave me breathless.

I collapse onto the mattress, my legs giving out beneath me, but Mika stays on top of me, his weight grounding me. His mouth moves over the bite mark on my neck, his tongue soothing the sting as he kisses and licks the spot.

“Fuck, Mika,” I murmur, the words slurred with exhaustion and satisfaction, my body aching.

He slowly pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and already missing the connection. Before I can dwell on it, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us onto our sides, pulling me close against his chest. He takes a deep breath as if to speak—

“So help me, Mika, if you fucking apologize, I will beat your ass,” I snarl, glaring at him. “You are getting into the bad habit of giving me what I want and then feeling guilty for it. I am not putting up with that shit, you understand?”

Mika’s mouth snaps shut, and for one blissful moment, I think he’s going to listen. But of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he starts to speak anyway, which makes me want to strangle him and kiss him all at once. “Okay, babe, I’m sorry…uumph—”

He doesn’t see the elbow coming this time. Got him good. Mika stares at me, wide-eyed, his hand flying to his ribs. I know I can be touchy sometimes, but damn it, this seems to be the only way to get through to him when he gets like this. If he can bite me, I can throw an elbow. Fair’s fair.

“I was only going to say,” Mika starts again, slowly, like he’s talking to a rabid dog, “that I was sorry—” He catches my elbow before I can nail him again, his eyes narrowing in warning, “—for treating you like you don’t know what you want. I swear.”

I narrow my eyes back at him, slightly mollified. Slightly. I lower my arm, though, figuring I’ve made my point.

“Well,” I grumble, crossing my arms, “as long as you’ve finally figured out that whatever happens when we’re fucking, it’s because I want it, and I am smart enough to know the difference between what I want and what I don’t want.” I flash him my best beatific smile, watching as he rubs his ribs and nods like a chastened puppy.

“Good,” I say, feeling victorious. “Glad we’re clear on that. Now, can we take a nap before it gets dark and you go all wolfie on me?”

Mika laughs, low and warm, the sound sending a shiver through me despite myself. “Let me grab a cloth and clean us up first,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows in that ridiculous, charming way of his. “Then a nap. Maybe just long enough to recuperate for another round.”

“Sounds like an excellent plan,” I murmur, yawning, the adrenaline from earlier ebbing away as sleep creeps in to take its place.

I’m too drained to do anything but let him hold me, his breath warm against my hair as his hands rub soothing circles on my back.

Mika starts to say something, his mouth opening against my ear, but I lift my head just enough to give him a look.

“Don’t,” I manage to say, my voice a mix of affection and warning.

His lips twitch with amusement, but he stays quiet, pressing a kiss to my temple instead. I relax into him, letting the steady beat of his heart lull me into peace.

Right now, in his arms, everything else fades away.

Gabe

“Todd’s doing better, his vital signs are stable, but he still hasn’t regained consciousness,” Adam says over the phone, his voice rough with frustration. “The doctor thinks he could wake up at any time—his EEG readings show the expected level of brain activity. And the fucking batshit insane asshole still hasn’t come by to interview him about what happened. Hasn’t even checked to see if Todd’s regained consciousness. I haven’t heard a damn thing from him.”

I clench my jaw, the frustration in Adam’s tone fueling my own. The fact that Kaufman hasn’t shown up is telling, but it’s also infuriating. Something must have pushed him to this. It doesn’t make sense. Mika and I will have to track him down tomorrow and see if we can shake any answers loose.

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