Page 138 of Ruthless Scoundrel
His tentacles shift around me until I’m straddling human legs. He grips my hips and thrusts up against my center, letting me feel his growing erection.
“Ten minutes was an exaggeration,” I say with a smile.
“Better to under-promise and over-deliver.”
He slides against me with a look of painful bliss. I grind down on him, letting my arousal wet the bottom of his shaft. His head bumps my clit and I circle my hips, getting more of that blessed contact that has the muscles in my belly tightening.
His hands caress up my stomach to my waist and he grips me hard, thrusting up and pulling me down at the same time. The heady lust building between us makes me moan. I grab onto his arms and lift myself up until his head is poised at my entrance.
“Cora gave me fertility blocker,” I say, just to assure him.
His brow furrows, but then his gaze shifts from confusion to devious desire. “You want me to fill your pussy up with my cum, is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Vulgar bastard.”
“Only for you,” he says as he cups my cheek. Then the levity leaves his features. “Go slow. I want you to enjoy everything.”
I lower myself until the pressure of him against my opening consumes my thoughts. I watch his eyes—half-lidded and full of need—as I slide down him inch by mind-numbing inch untilwe’re fully joined. His fingers tense on my hip and he flexes inside me, pushing harder against the soft places behind my clit where his tentacles and his tongue have brought me to orgasm.
I clench my muscles against him in return, relishing the way it makes Jasper’s head roll to the side. But his eyes never leave mine. It’s as if he can’t bear the thought of closing them, of missing even a second. I understand, because I want to capture all his little facial expressions, all his sighs and moans.
I press onto my knees and lift off him just as slowly, becoming intimately familiar with the shape of him moving through me.
“My love,” he groans deeply.
“Ohksano’amai.” I grab his hand and kiss his fingers, then move it to my hip.
I move down and up slowly once more, ensuring that we fit, and that my next move won’t injure either of us. When his tip is nearly out of me, I sit back down, hard and fast, slamming him all the way in. The shock of it makes me gasp and Jasper bares his sharp fangs in a hissed breath.
“Better be careful, sunshine. You’re going to wake up the beast.”
I slide forward and backward, rubbing my clit against his pelvis while his cock hits different areas inside me. Each one is a new thrill to discover. “Maybe I want to.”
His fingers dig into my sides and I feel the prick of sharp claws. He rocks me harder against his lap and the pressure on my clit makes me moan.
Opal light swirls in his darkening eyes. “Remember when I chased you across the beach?”
I bite my lip at the image of him feasting on me under the stars and nod.
“You seem to like the dominance you have over me right now, and I’m loving that for you, but if you rouse my selkie—makeme lose control—your little power play is over. I will be the one owning you.”
The idea of fighting him for the reins of our sexual encounter has excitement twisting through my belly. I must be deranged, but it makes me want to push him to that point, to see how much strength he has, and if I can keep my hold on him.
“Don’t do it, Rei,” he growls as he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. He’s already at the edge of that dwindling restraint. He wants more. Faster. Harder.
And so do I.
I plant my hands on his chest and lift up, then slam back down again. The wet slap of my thighs hitting his hips draws a whimper from me. The building heat is nothing like my own hand or his. It’s something else entirely. Something otherworldly.
I lean harder against his chest for more leverage and do it again, crying out at the deepness I’ve achieved. Jasper’s lips pull back as his eyes are consumed by black. I lift off him again and he pushes me away. I gasp as I fall back on the bed, but before I can think, he’s there. Right in front of me. Right between my legs, dragging me back against him all the way to his pelvis.
He comes up to his knees and cradles my ass in both hands as he thrusts into me, hard and mercilessly. I put my hands against the wall above my head to keep from sliding around as he punishes me, tortures me with inescapable pleasure. He slams into me again and again, his pubic bone grinding into my clit with every push.
I’m making noises I never knew I could all while my eyes cannot leave his. I’m trapped in his spell, his selkie magic. The coiling fire he’s forcing into me is right at the edge of detonating, destroying me and him. My thighs clamp against his sides involuntarily as I try to resist him, to hold back my orgasm and make this last.
He growls, leaning into me all at once until we’re chest to chest, and resumes his delirious pace. One of his arms comes around under my back and he grabs my shoulder, pinning my body to his and preventing my escape from this. He plants his other hand against the wall between mine, ensuring I’m caged in with him.
He kisses my neck with an open mouth, running his teeth and tongue along my burning skin. I shift my hips upward to relieve some of the relentless pressure against my clit, but this position only gets him deeper. And then suddenly I’m broken open.
