Page 91 of Claimed By the Psychos
Her pupils blow wide, and she makes this sound that's half gasp, half moan. "Then do it."
But I don't. Not yet. Instead, I catch her wrist, stopping her strokes even though it physically hurts to deny myself that pleasure. "My examination, my rules."
She bites her lip, and fuck if that doesn't make me want to bite it for her. "What kind of examination?"
"The thorough kind." I ease her back into the nest, taking my time to arrange her how I want—arms above her head, legs spread but not too wide. Not yet. "I need to make note of every response, every reaction. For medical purposes, of course."
"Of course," she agrees, but there's laughter in her voice, challenge in her eyes.
I start at her throat, pressing my lips to her pulse point and feeling it race under my tongue. She tastes like salt and sex and that underlying sweetness that's pure Juniper. My mouth trails lower, mapping every inch of skin, finding the places that make her gasp, like the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and the places that make her squirm, like the underside of her breasts. My favorite are the places that make her curse, like when I suck her nipple into my mouth and graze it with my teeth.
"Elias," she whines when I spend a solid five minutes just kissing her stomach, tracing patterns with my tongue that spell out all the filthy things I want to do to her. "Please."
"Please what?" I ask, looking up at her from between her thighs where I've been steadfastly ignoring her pussy, even if it's calling to me like a homing beacon, in favor of kissing and nipping at her inner thighs. "You need to be specific. Accuracy is important."
"I need your mouth on my pussy," she says, and the desperation in her voice goes straight to my cock. "Need your tongue inside me again, need you to make me come, need?—"
I give her exactly what she asks for, sealing my mouth over her clit and sucking hard enough to make her whole body bowoff the nest. She tastes like sex and Carlisle's come and Bane's and herself, this cocktail of heat and arousal that makes my head spin. But I don't let her come. Every time she gets close, every time her thighs start to shake and her breathing goes high and desperate, I pull back.
"Fuck!" She tries to grab my hair, to hold me in place, but I catch her wrists and pin them to her sides. "Elias, please, I need?—"
"I know what you need." I blow cool air over her heated flesh, watching her pussy clench around nothing. "But you're going to have to be patient. Good things come to those who wait."
"I'll show you where good things come," she threatens, but it lacks heat when she's trembling like this, so desperate for release that tears are gathering in the corners of her eyes.
I work her with my mouth for what feels like hours but is probably only twenty minutes, bringing her to the edge over and over only to deny her at the last second. By the time I finally slide two fingers inside her, she's so wet they go in without any resistance at all, and the sound she makes is pure relief.
"Yes, fuck, finally?—"
But I don't let her come from that either. My fingers find that spot inside her that makes her see stars, but every time she starts to clench around me, I stop. Pull back. Wait for her to come down just enough before starting again.
"I hate you," she gasps, but she's also grinding against my hand, trying to get the friction she needs. "This is torture."
"This is thorough," I correct, adding a third finger and watching her eyes roll back. "I'm being very meticulous in my examination."
She clenches down on my fingers again, shuddering, and her fresh arousal perfumes the air.
"If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to—" Whatever threat she was about to make gets cut off when I curl my fingers just right, and she screams.
"You're going to what?" I ask, genuinely curious what she thinks she could do when she's this desperate, this needy, this absolutely wrecked without even having my cock inside her yet.
"I'm going to die," she says dramatically, and fuck if that doesn't make me laugh. "Death by sexual frustration. They'll put it on my tombstone. 'Here lies Juniper, she never got Elias's cock.'"
"Well, we can't have that." I withdraw my fingers, and she actually whimpers at the loss. "That would be terrible for my reputation."
I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock just barely pressing against her entrance. She tries to push down, to impale herself on me, but I hold her hips still.
"Patience," I murmur, pushing in just the tip before pulling back out. "Good things?—"
"If you say 'come to those who wait' one more time, I will bite your dick off."
"Noted." I push in again, maybe an inch this time, and the heat of her makes my control fracture just a little. She's so wet, so hot, so fucking perfect that it takes everything I have not to just slam home and fuck her into the mattress.
But that's not what this is about. This is about showing her that I'm not just the doctor with the medical degree and the steady hands. This is about proving that I can take her apart just as thoroughly as Carlisle with his danger or Bane with his overt dominance. Just differently.
I work my cock into her with agonizing slowness, inch by torturous inch, until I'm finally seated fully inside her. We both groan at the sensation—her because she's finally filled, mebecause being inside her feels like coming home and being set on fire simultaneously.
"Move," she demands, nails digging into my shoulders hard enough that I know I'll have marks tomorrow. Good. I want them. Want evidence that this happened, that she let me have this. I've been jealous of the claw marks our little hellcat left on Archer for days now.
