Page 60 of A Court of Bones & Sorrow

I stretched my hand up and cupped his cheek. “You’re still you, Alaric. This is part of who you are, and I want all of it.”

My words were his undoing, and a scream tore out of my throat as he slammed into me. There was no easing into it. No going slow. Alaric’s fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me hard and fast, and the tension that had been building between my thighs erupted. Alaric didn’t slow down a bit, just fucked me through it as I saw stars. I gripped my bouncing tits to keepthem in place, and when I saw Alaric’s eyes burn with desire, I squeezed them a little harder.

This time, his eyes glazed over, and I let out a husky laugh. One hand left my hip to rub my clit, and my pleasure-laden laughter turned into a strangled scream as his damn fingers played with the already overstimulated bundle of nerves.

“So fucking wet,” Alaric growled. “I could smell how turned on you were when Kieran was fucking your cunt and I was thrusting my cock in and out of that perfect fucking mouth.” Strong hands gripped my legs, raising them up until the tops of my thighs brushed my stomach. “You enjoyed taking every inch of our cocks, didn’t you?”

Fuck. My pussy clenched around him as he continued to hammer into me. I never would have guessed Alaric would be a dirty talker, but I was fucking here for it.

He thrust into me hard one more time, and the desk slid a few inches. My eyes stared into his, and I saw the same desperate need reflected in them. A possessive growl rippled up his throat as he lowered my legs and took a step back, his cock sliding out of me. I let out a whimpered cry at the loss but then yelped when Alaric flipped me over so I was bent over the desk.

“Option two,” he breathed into my ear, his chest against my back. I felt him rubbing the head of his thick cock against my slick folds. “You said I could feed from you, or feed from youandfuck you at the same time.Option fucking two, Sam.”

“Fuck yes,” I pleaded in a tone that I’d probably be embarrassed about later, but holy fuck, I hadn’t expected Alaric to be like this. I’d expected him to be amazing but in a calm and thorough kind of way, not whispering dirty words into my ear while roughly using my body however he wanted.

His chest rumbled against me as he let out another deep laugh, and I couldn’t resist grinding my ass against him. In a second, his body vanished from where he’d been pinning medown, and then a loud slap sounded. I let out a sharp exhale when he slapped my ass again.

Hard.

Wet heat spread down my inner thighs, and Alaric swirled his cock in it as his fingers rubbed the spot on my ass he’d slapped. “You like to play rough, don’t you?” I clenched my thighs together, and he chuckled darkly. “When you get back, Kieran and I are sharing you again, and this”—he slapped my ass again—“ismine.”

“Sure,” I breathed out, my entire body trembling in anticipation. “Just fuck me now please.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said please to me in your life.” He nudged my legs further apart so I was even more bared to him and leaned over me again. I moaned as his fingers slipped over my clit before he pushed them slowly inside me. “Grab the desk,” he ordered roughly.

Alaric withdrew his fingers, and I grabbed the edge of the desk. Then he kissed my neck over the place he’d bitten me when we’d started all this. The broad head of his cock pushed through my slickness, and he buried himself inside me at the same moment his fangs sank into my flesh.

My fingers dug into the wood as Alaric pounded me into the desk, his grip on my hair almost punishing as he wrenched my head back further and drank deeply. One of his hands seized my left leg and lifted it until my knee was on the desk.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed as the adjusted position allowed him even deeper access, the intensity of it all sending me spiraling as waves of pleasure slammed into me. Alaric’s grip on my hair tightened for a second before he ripped his fangs free from my neck and bellowed as he followed me over the edge.

Neither of us moved for a few minutes. Alaric just released my hair and pressed his head to the back of my neck while we panted and trembled as the remnants of our orgasms passed.

Finally, Alaric straightened, and we both groaned as hiscock slid free. I winced a little as I stood, feeling tender . . . everywhere. I had an indent on my thigh where it’d been pinned against the desk, my head and neck were sore from the hair pulling, and my poor pussy had taken a beating.

Alaric looked at me carefully, as if he was noting all of this and feeling a little unsure about what we’d just done.

“I loved every second of that, so wipe that look off your face.” I grinned at him. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Alaric. Want to bet we can break the desk next time?”

“You’re a menace.” He shook his head even as a smile crept across his lips. “We’re using your study next time. It’s always a disaster zone anyway.”

“Rude.” I looked around the floor surrounding his desk that was now covered with paperwork, scrolls, and everything else that had been neatly stacked. “Better idea—we use Kier’s study.”

Alaric laughed. “Look at that. You and I are capable of negotiating and agreeing on something.”

“Keep fucking me like that and I think you’ll find I’m a lot more agreeable.” I sent him a sly look.

“I think I can do that,” he murmured and pulled the dagger free from the desk. Then he studied it for a long moment before raising his gaze to me. “This comes out every time, just in case.”

“Okay,” I agreed softly, even though I didn’t believe we’d ever need it. “Whatever you need, Alaric. Just don’t pull away from me if you get scared, because I’m all in on this and I can’t watch you walk away again.”

He tossed the knife back onto the desk and wrapped his arms around me. “Never again, Sam. I promise. You are all I need.”

Chapter Nineteen

Roth

I blewout a frustrated breath and slammed the book closed. Another dead end. So far, I had a long list of problems and very few solutions, and that list was only growing.

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