Page 44 of The Rebel and the Rogue

I was powerful in this moment, my face covered in her essence, the taste of her on my tongue, the greedy grip of her inner muscles working my fingers. Teasing me with what it would be to feel her body surround my cock. Like a hot, wet fist.

“Zenos!” she cried in frustration. Her foot, which had been on the bed, her legs parted wide around my shoulders, lifted and whacked me in the back of the head. “Stop being an asshole and make me come. Otherwise I can do it myself.”

I grazed my teeth over her swollen, sensitive clit.

“Zenos!” she growled in response to my silent warning.

I flicked her clit, curled my fingers that were in her pussy and breached her back entrance with a wet finger all at the same time. That was all it took for her to come, that triple gesture. I’d held off until now, until she was beyond reason. Why? Because I could. Because I wanted her to know what it was like to be at someone else’s mercy. To suffer. Because I knew in that instant she was mine completely. Under my control. My spell.

And yet the sounds of her orgasm, the feel of her body as it succumbed, the taste of her… everything, made me weak. Vulnerable. Because this was everything and it could be taken away. I was powerful, yet completely powerless to Ivy Birkeland of Earth. I would do anything and everything I could to make her happy. Whole. Mine.

Except bite her.

Her body wilted into the bed, her breathing ragged. I smiled, content to see her so blissful. I’d done this to her. My cock throbbed, patient for this long but unable to hold off a moment longer from sinking into her.

I crawled up her body, nudged her thighs wide with my knee, found her entrance with the broad crown of my cock and slid home.

Yes, home. In her, with her was where I belonged. Where she was, I was. Where she began, I ended. Buried deep, we were one.

My fangs ached to sink into her as well. My mating fist wanted to swell, to lock us together. The basest biological instincts in my DNA called to me in this moment to mate with her. I wanted to. Fuck, I wanted it more than anything in the world. No, not anything. There was only one thing I wanted more.

Ivy.

I began to move, to fuck, to give her my cock and my body. To take from her as she took from me.

I wasn’t going to last, she felt too good. After the battle with Cerberus, I needed this connection, needed to know she was whole and healthy, safe and protected.

I saw the throbbing pulse at her neck, my mouth watered for more of her taste.

I craved the desire to sink into her soft flesh with more than just my cock.

“Zenos,” she murmured. A hand hooked behind my neck, and I met her gaze. My hips continued to thrust, to push us higher and higher, closer and closer to the joint pleasure we would find. “Bite me.”

Her words were like an ice bath, numbing my desire. I couldn’t. I shook my head, continued to fuck her but without the mindless abandon.

“Bite me,” she repeated, her words harsher, more insistent.

I dropped my forehead to the pillow beside her, breathed in her scent. “No.”

She stilled. “What?”

“I’ll give you everything else. Someone’s blood on my hands. My protection. My cock. I’ll give you my seed. I’ll give you more pleasure than you can imagine, but I won’t give you my fangs.”

Her hands went to my chest, and she pushed me up. I planted my palms on either side of her head, stilled my hips, but remained deep inside her.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You won’t claim me?” Her voice was small, so unlike her.

I was inside her, and yet I felt her withdrawal, felt her emotionally pull away from me.

“No. I can’t.”

She pushed even harder, and I sat back on my heels. My hands cupped the back of her thighs, held myself in her. If she slid up the bed, I would come out of her pussy.

“You mean you won’t.”

“Same thing,” I replied.

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