Page 80 of Lost Touch

“Okay, but what if you had a boyfriend?” Drew sounded harassed now, as if he needed to convince us both. “Someone you loved? Who loved you? You have parents, Ash! You haven’t even come to grips with that yet, let alone reconnected with them. It’s too fucking much to put this on you when you don’t have any idea what it’d mean in the context of the rest of your life. So I’m glad you said no. You were right. I was being selfish. And now we need to drop this, because I can’t fucking talk about it anymore without being selfish all over again.”

“You can be selfish if you want!” I argued desperately. “I want you to be selfish. That was the problem, I thought you weren’t asking because it was what you really wanted. But if you want me, really want me? Then take me. I’m all yours, you know you can do anything—”

The world flipped around me, and I found myself flat on my back, Drew on top of me, eyes glowing brilliant gold. He had his hands locked around my wrists, pressing them to either side of my head, and his weight pinned me down completely, cock stabbing me between the legs.

“You have no idea what you’re saying,” he rasped. “Noidea. I always swore I wouldn’t be one of those fucking asshole alphas who took whatever they wanted, and I thought I was so much better, I was so fucking self-righteous about it.” He bent down, nuzzling into my throat, and my head tipped back all on its own. Baring myself to him, to his fangs, that scraped my skin and set my whole body on fire with the need for them to stab into my flesh. To claim me. “I’m not any better. I’m the same. The ways I want to hold you down and own you, take you apart and put you back together again—Ash,” he breathed. “You have no. Fucking. Idea.”

“It’s the magic—”

His fangs pricked me, and I cut off in a high-pitched keen, terror and desire, all my neurons firing and once and running in different directions.

“No, it’s you.” His voice had hit that low, alpha register that reduced me to helpless, frozen prey. “It’s always been you. From the second I saw you in your cell. Scented you. Tasted your skin and your blood when I gave you that fake bite. Their magic, Arik’s spell, it didn’t matter. It was you.”

His heat and strength surrounded me, blotting out the rest of the world, and everything—melted, including me, going boneless and pliant.There was nothing he could do to me that I wouldn’t want.

He didn’t need to love me the way I loved him. As long as he chose me, for whatever reasons of his own. I’d do the rest. I’d love him enough for both of us.

“Show me, then,” I slurred, even my voice melting as I gave in and allowed myself to stop fighting. “I want you to own me.”

Drew lifted his head and our eyes met and held. His had gone wild, more like the eyes of the wolf he transformed into than his human ones.

“You asked for it,” he snarled, voice as inhuman as his eyes.

Claws flashed, and my T-shirt went flying in thready pieces, floating around us as he moved down and ripped my jeans off the same way. I could only gaze up at him, heart pounding, cock as hard as it could get. His claws didn’t frighten me, even when they grazed my balls as he tore off my boxer briefs. Drew wouldn’t hurt me. And I trusted him with everything.

He never stopped looking at me, eating me alive with his eyes as he dropped the last few bits of my clothing and started on his own.

He could’ve just taken our clothes off…and then it occurred to me that he couldn’t, that he’d lost control of his shift. Those claws weren’t going anywhere, and it wasn’t like he could get us undressed any other way.

That shook me a tiny bit. This glowing-eyed, lethal predator meant to claim my body and soul, sink his fangs into my flesh and bond me to him, and then have his way with me for the rest of my life.

I tilted my head back on purpose this time and shivered at his growl.

I almost hoped he hurt me. That way I’d know I was giving him as much as he gave me.

Naked at last, Drew—backed away from me? I sat up, surprised and betrayed, and watched him lie on his own bed, leaning against the headboard with his cock standing straight up.

“Come here,” he said, and my betrayal evaporated. The surprise remained. He didn’t want to take me where I lay on the bed waiting for him? Drew wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it slowly, quite a feat with his claws still out. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock the way I tell you to, Ash. Because you’re mine.”

Well, when he put it that way.

The bottle of lube he must’ve used to fuck me the night before sat on his nightstand, and I stood up, took it, and climbed onto the bed with him, straddling his legs. His skin nearly burned me, he ran so hot. That flushed, massive cock stood up in front of me, nearly brushing my stomach. It’d be in me in a couple of minutes. Filling me, making me his. It looked bigger from this vantage point.

“Like this?” I asked. “Facing you?”

Drew’s eyes rolled back in his head for a second, and his hand tightened on the base of his cock. “Fuck. Yeah, facing me in a minute. But turn around first. You’re going to get yourself all slick, and I’m going to watch.”

That moment of weakness on Drew’s part made my breath come faster. He was going to be mine, too, very soon.

Maybe he already was. The thought that he might be as overwhelmed thinking about it as I was gave me more courage than I’d imagined I could have as I turned around awkwardly, straddling his knees with my back to him, and stuck my ass out, reaching around behind with lubed fingers to touch myself.

“One finger,” Drew said. “Just one. In and out.”

I obeyed him, sliding my index finger in, such an odd sensation: first the tight ring of muscle, and then the softness of the inside of my body. In and out, like a metronome, arching my back and opening myself up for my finger and for his pleasure.

“Now two.” Drew sounded breathless, wrecked, exactly the way I felt. “Slowly,” he added, as I started to shove a second finger in beside the first. His hand landed on my hip, touch gentle but claws pricking lightly at my abdomen. “Spread them a little. Let me see what’s going to belong to me.”

Drew’s low, hoarse voice telling me precisely what to do made it so fucking easy to put on a show, to be wanton and unselfconscious. It set me free, hanging my head down and pushing my ass up in the air, writhing on his lap like a slut. He kept instructing me on how to use my fingers, when to add a third, how much lube to add to my already sloppy hole.

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