Page 43 of Curvy Hostage Mate
“Any update on the Underside?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual. Over the last few months, the Gold Wolves had been going in and out of the portal, freeing the slaves stuck there, and checking Cain’s ledgers to see if we could track down any of the others who had been funneled through his domain. So far, things were going smoothly. The location itself was now nothing more than a husk of a shell, a ghost town, and the Gold Wolves had managed to break up dozens of other smaller slave rings thanks to the information they’d uncovered.
“Nothing super new,” Chris said. “We found another tip in some of Cain’s notes, so we’ll be off soon. But it’s almost wrapped up now. The biggest thing now is that we’re still missing some of his Inner Circle.”
My mind instantly went to Thresh, and I shuddered. “What do you think will happen if you aren’t able to find them?”
“I’m not going to dwell on what-ifs,” he growled. “We’ll get them before they can do anything else.”
I didn’t say anything as I tried to keep myself from panicking.
“We’re going to keep looking for them,” Chris promised as he felt my shoulders tense beneath his arms. “You giving us all the information you have has been an incredible help. You know that, right?”
I craned my neck to look up at him, and I smiled. “I know.”
“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “Because I want you to know how amazing you are at every opportunity.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you show me?”
A wicked look glinted in his eyes. “I think we can do that.”
His mouth went to the hollow of my collarbone. I let out a soft moan as my back arched, reacting instinctively to the delicious feel of his lips caressing my skin. At the sound, his grip on me tightened, a soft snarl escaping his mouth. Hands slipped around me, pulling me tight against him as his lips trailed up my neck, tracing the line of my jaw with tiny kisses.
A delicious spark flickered awake inside me as shivers erupted from his caresses. One hand dropped from my shoulder and wrapped around my stomach, hand splaying as he pressed me against him, holding me in place as his teeth tugged gently on my ear.
With an excited jolt, I felt his hardness as he pulled me against him. A fire ignited between my legs. With a playful grin, I slipped my hand behind my back and rubbed his cock over his jeans.
A feral snarl erupted from his lips, as if he’d decided he was through playing. He spun me around, his hand grabbing the back of my head and locking me in place as his mouth slammed on mine, claiming me.
I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair, wanting him closer, needing him as near me as possible as his tongue explored my mouth. He held me tight against him, that fire burning inside me, craving more. This was never going to be enough for me.
Strong arms forced me against the wall, pinning my hands over my head as Chris loomed over me. His mouth onceagain went to mine, parting it with his tongue as he claimed me, his grip on my wrists tightening with need the longer the kiss went on. He pushed against me, keeping me against the wall. My stomach lurched with delight and desire as his hardness pressed against me. That fire that had already ignited between my thighs deepened, intensifying every second he pressed against me.
One hand slid down my waist, gripping my waist tight before slipping beneath the waistband. His hand moved between us, slipping down toward my clit, then further still. He growled against my mouth in approval as he felt my wetness.
My breath came out in soft, high-pitched gasps. When my eyes fluttered open, I saw him staring at me intently, gauging my every expression as his fingers toyed with my clit. His eyes glinted with a wicked amusement that only fueled my own craving for him. When he saw me looking, he gave a feral grin, his fingers slipping away, leaving me aching.
He lifted me off my feet. My legs locked around him as he carried me to the bedroom. He brought my mouth back to his even as he walked, gripping me tight against him as the fire inside me continued burning.
Moments later, he tossed me onto the bed. I watched with eagerness as he pulled off his shirt, revealing hulking, rippling muscle beneath. My blood ran hot as insatiable need washed over me, burning even brighter as he took off his pants, revealing his fully erect cock.
He crawled toward me. Calloused hands caressed my waist as he shrugged off my jeans, then my underwear. One thumb toyed with my nipple, making it harder as I writhed beneath him, that ache intensifying. I needed him inside me. Based on the expression on his face, I could tell he knew how badly I needed him, too.
Instead of giving me what I was begging him for, he shimmied lower. With an amused smirk at my glare, he buried his head between my thighs. I let out a soft gasp as he began devouring me, my toes curling as his tongue toyed with my clit. Even as he continued working his magic, his eyes locked on my face, watching my reaction as I squirmed at his touch.
My fingers gripped the bedsheets as that burning fire inside me grew, new radiating pulses of need shooting through me the longer he toyed with me.
“Please,” I begged.
He paused, his head raising. He crawled forward until his face was level with mine. His hand continued toying with my clit, sending spasms of cravings jolting through me.
“Please, what?” he asked, one eyebrow raised as his eyes danced knowingly. He bent down and kissed me, and I could taste myself on him.
“Please just go ahead and fuck me,” I said.
He gave a soft laugh against my lips before pulling away. At first, I thought he was going to continue taunting me. Then, almost without warning, he slammed into me.
I cried out, back arching in response as he continued filling me, slamming into me over and over. I writhed in delight as cries of need escaped my mouth. The fire and lust radiating through me burned hotter and hotter with every minute, as did my need for release.
Chris continued pumping in and out of me. One hand grabbed my nipple and twisted. Each of his thrusts seemed to go deeper until I was screaming in ecstasy and need and lust every time his cock rammed into me. I moaned, realizing with adelighted jolt that, no matter what, I would never be able to get enough of him. I would always crave him.
