Tonight, he’s like kissing a cobra, and I absolutely can’t get enough of him.
“Ronin,” he moans into my mouth, rocking his cock against mine, leaving an eager slick of precum all over both of us, his hole spasming and clenching round my fingers. “Oh God, oh God.”
“Don’t you dare come,”I growl into his mouth. “I want Zara to watch when you take my cock in that perfect peach of an ass for the very first time. Now turn around for me.”
He doesn’t like hearing that, he wants to come now, he’s still not completely sure he wants a cock inside him at all, and he’s used to calling all the shots. But that’s not how we’re going to roll tonight. He was fucking crying when I found him, and now he’s not, and I’m going to keep doing whatever it takes to get him out of that fiendishly clever head of his and make him lose his goddamn mind.
I slip my fingers out of the hot clutch of his hole, break free of his fist before he can finish both of us off, and spin him round hard so his back’s to me. One rough nudge with my knee shoves his thighs apart. His hands rise to splay against the glass and his head falls forward. He’s panting so hard and fast he’s almost hyperventilating with need. I can actually hear him over the spray.
But I’m not one to hold that against him, since I’m huffing and puffing like a locomotive myself.
My hands slick down his perfect little ass, all tight and perky and pink with heat. My dick juts between us, jerking and all but purple with craving, the heavy ring of my Prince Albert gleaming in the wet, a rope of precum drooling from my slit. We haven’t used a condom once since we all hooked up, because we’re all clean and we’re all exclusive. But he’s brand new to being on this particular end of things.
The receiving end.
He’s turned on as fuck-all. But I can sense that dissonant note of uncertainty still ringing through our bond.
For the sake of common decency, I’ve got to at least consider the possibility that maybe Vasili really isn’t ready for me to empty my load inside him.
I span his narrow waist with my hands and lean forward to whisper in his ear, my voice rough with hunger. “Here’s your one and only chance to tell me to bugger off and make me finish in my fist. Or I’m going to wreck your pretty hole. And I’m not going to bloody stop till you feel my spunk dripping out of that sweet ass and running down your legs.”
His head snakes round to pin me, eyes burning with gaslight heat, mouth seizing mine in a violent kiss. His ass shoves back against my boner with an insistence that makes me huff out a surprised breath. There’s something so raw and needy about him tonight, he’s making me an absolute beast.
But if he isn’t absolutely certain he wants this, then I won’t… Iwon’t…
His mouth gentles mine, easing back till I can just feel the brush of his breath against my lips.
His whisper slips out soft and naked. “Do you still love me, Ronin?”
My heart gives a ping so hard it feels ready to shatter. Like it’s made of glass and he’s just dropped it.
He’s heard me say it, heard me think it, he bloody well knows I feel it, but clearly he needs all that again tonight. How could he possibly ever doubt me?
How could he ever doubtus?
Just one more grudge for me to hold against that bloody dragon.
“Good gods, d’you really have to ask?” I tuck up against the back of him, my aching cock nestled between his ass cheeks but trying to be polite about it. He’s craning round to look at me, searching my face for reassurance, and the angle is awkward as blazes, but I press my forehead against his and stare deep into his desperate eyes. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, even though you were and are and always will be an absolute brat. I’m blooming mad for you, love. We all are. And, fuck, you don’t need to let me do this just because—”
His mouth crashes against mine to stop my speech in a desperate kiss.
“Then I want you to fuck me,” he moans against my lips, every syllable scraped raw with anguish. “I want you to fuck me so hard I scream. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk. Fuck me so hard I forget.
“Fuck me so I know I’m still yours.” He finishes in a whisper so soft I can barely hear him, except in the secret nooks and crannies of our bond. “God, Ronin. Fuck me so I know you won’t leave me.”
Chapter Eight
Zara
Finding the two of them together like this, hearing that minefield of buried grief in Vasili’s voice and feeling all that loneliness, rooted way down deep in his soul, just about breaks my heart.
For real.
Because he’smine. He’s my snake. He’s my love. Andno oneis fucking leaving him.
Not ever again.
And it’s only when his head jerks up to find me through the glass that I realize I’ve been thinking all that kinda loudly. But maybe that’s what he needs from me right now.