Page 96 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

“Ares…” I trembled, his big hand fisting my mound while he tongued his way between my lower lips. I couldn’t take much more of this.

“So fucking sweet,” he growled, his tongue flicking my clit. He used two fingers to probe me, and I shuddered so bad I thought I’d fall off the sink. “Don’t you fucking come. Not yet.”

He was teasing me, getting me to the brink before pulling back and breathing heat over me. Eventually, he had his mouth completely sealed over my sex, his hands gripping my thighs. I groaned. “Stop fucking playing with me.”

“So greedy.” He chuckled, rising above. He rose like a literal mountain, his cock in his hand. He pumped himself. “You want this?”

He knew I did, but I refused to say. I simply lounged back, gripping the sink. I widened my legs. “Do you want this?”

Two could play this game, and his pupils dilated accordingly. He jerked my head back by my hair and didn’t ask permission before arching and thrusting himself inside me.

I kept my face stoic, as much as I could. Wolf’s hips slapped my inner thighs, his expression the same. He was playing the exact same game with me.

But he wouldn’t win.

He stretched me, pulling, tearing. He fucked me raw, but all I did was hold on to the sink. He wouldn’t crack me.

“Give in,” he announced, his hand in my hair. Dipping my head, he made me watch him fuck me, but in response, I just worked my hips. I fucked him right back, the growl in his throat. He brought me close by the skull. “Give in, Red.”

He bit me, my lower lip, as if an incentive. Unable to help it, I trembled, and when I did, he smiled.

“That’s it. Show me what I do to you.” Caging my face, he made me look at him. “I want to see it on you. All over you.”

I was sure he could, and I was always so bad at fighting him. Our hips slapped between us, my mouth open. I licked my lips, and when he did too, I bit him.

His roar hit me in the back of my throat, just as unleashed as me. He’d been fighting too, I’d give him that.

But he wasn’t now.

He was right here with me, the two of us fucking each other like animals. I couldn’t tell where we were divided, literally the same person. We didn’t even have a fucking condom on between us.

“Don’t stop,” I coached him, my fingers twisted up in his belt loops. He still had all his clothes on, and I used that shit to my advantage.

“Not on your life,” he said, his tongue basically down my throat. His hips picked up, and when they did, he buried his face in my neck. “Not on either of ours.”

He sounded desperate, like he truly did need this, needed me. The rawness of it sent me over the edge, and I squeezed his dick so hard between my legs. My fingers dug into his shirt as my walls gripped steel.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He pushed my hair out of my face again, guiding me to look at him. “You come so beautifully for me.”

He said that the same time his hot cum filled me, his mouth on mine. He drank me in, our tongues dueling. He kissed me through his entire high, and I thought I’d die.

I wanted to. Right there because if this was death, I’d take it. It felt so good, amazing.

Wolf laughed after. We both did. We just held each other on a fucking bathroom sink, and I burrowed into his chest.

“I think you may have actually ruined me that time,” I said, slipping my arms around him. I fisted his shirt. “I may actually love you.”

The words slipped out in the same laughter as before, my head hazy. I was basically sex drunk on that sink, but I certainly realized when I was the only one laughing.

He’d stopped.

He stopped everything in fact, and though he was holding me, he wasn’t moving.

Only his heart was.

Hard thumps hit my cheek, still rapid from before. I eased away to look at him, but he was already separating us.

“We should probably go back out to the others,” he said, cold air hitting me immediately from his absence. He’d been so warm, and I watched when he reached for toilet paper.

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