Page 96 of B Negative

Thirty-Two

I didn’t havethe chance to answer. Julian yanked me upright and had two fingers in my body.

My lady cave responded instantly, squeezing around his fingers on her way back up to orgasm station, as if he hadn’t just rudely taken his dick away.

Julian pressed me to. “Do you want to come?”

I nodded, desperate for release, my body grinding against him on its own.

I should have known better.

He pulled out of me. Again.

“Asshole!” I cried.

“Name calling. Is that what we’ve resorted to?”

“Fuck yes!”

He lifted an eyebrow at me, and I swear to all the heavens, I wanted to smack it off his smug asshole face.

“Turn around,” he rumbled. The command, combined with the texture of his voice, had me doing exactly that. “Mm. Good girl. Now, bend over and let me see that pretty pussy from behind.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Why was that so goddamn hot?

I bent over, and Julian’s approving groan had my arousal dripping down my leg.

“You liked that, huh?”

“I did. Now fuck me or I’ll make you regret it.” I had nothing to back that claim with, but I meant it.

I gasped as a sharp slap stung across my ass cheek.

“You get to come when I say. Not when you say. That’s how this works, Eden.”

The pressure in my core tightened almost painfully. And I’d never admit it to Julian, but I kind of liked it.

Julian gripped my hips, fingers digging into the flesh. “Fortunately for you, I say the time is now.”

He plowed into me, ripping a scream from my throat. My back arched, and my fingers clawed the sheets.

Another thrust, and I was almost there. When Julian reached around and touched my clit, I lost it.

I bucked against him, bouncing myself against his cock and praying I’d make it through whatever next level of orgasm this was. I wasn’t me any longer.

I was a wild thing, beholden only to the call of my mate, his touch, his voice.

“There you are. I didn’t think I’d see you for at least another few hours,” Julian said from the great room sofa.

“What time izit?” I slurred, head blurry, vision unfocused.

“It’s almost three. You were pretty out of it afterward. I thought it better to let you sleep it off.”

I curled up next to him on the couch, tucking myself under his arm, pulling a blanket over us both, and promptly fell back asleep.

Hours later, I woke again, this time to the sound of my phone vibrating across the floor of Julian’s room.

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