Page 20 of Sugar Rush

I needed to see where that pink blush ended, so I set my greedy fingers to his buttons and unfastened his shirt. His cock dragged over a spot that made my pussy clench wildly, and my inner muscles went fucking crazy as I bent over Arkan to drag my teeth across every new, bare inch of skin. It felt so indescribably good, I couldn’t contain my moans.

The sound that punched out of Arkan when I dropped back down his dick was erotic, and so hot I panted like a bitch in heat. A few more slow thrusts, and my pussy throbbed as I took him easier, faster, harder. There was time to make love later, but right now I needed toclaimhim, my covetous heart urging me to ride him into our shared oblivion.

He was close—I felt it both in the bond and in the throbbing and bucking of his thick cock inside me.

When my clumsy fingers reached the final button on his shirt, I pushed the expensive fabric apart and my greedy eyes traced every sleek line of his flushed body.

"Mine," I growled, the sound deep and demonic, coming from deep, deep down in my soul.

Arkan smiled, one hand sliding up to squeeze my breast, his thump rasping over my nipple and making my pussy flutter. His smile fell away and he snarled, his sounds coming freely, as I ground my hips into his, circling him deep inside me.

The noise he let out when he came was the hottest sound in any damn realm, and I soaked it up greedily, undulating my hips to draw even more low, gravelly sounds from my mate. He'd lasted mere minutes and, instead of being disappointed, I was immensely fucking smug.6

His grunts and growls turned to rasping pants and soft, barely audible whines. I might not have been born a demon, but the hellish side of me understood the meaning of those sounds and gave him the touch, reassurance, and kisses he needed. I drowned him in affection until his arms wrapped around me, pulling our chests flush together.

Bone-deep satisfaction made the wolf of his bond languid and smug. As Arkan alwaysshouldbe. I liked him languid and smug.

"You're so goddamn hot," I murmured against his kiss-swollen mouth.

He blinked, like he was surprised, or maybe—like he'd never heard that before. I ran my fingers down his throat to his chest, taking my time touching him, very conscious of the dick softening inside me—and the fluids squishing out.

"Uh," I said, a thought occurring to menowof all times. "Demons can't get pregnant, right? I mean, I'm not a proper human so … we're probably good? Right?"

Arkan squeezed my hip. "We're a rare case; it's hard to know."

Taj snorted, and in a voice deeper and darker than I'd heard since he woke up from his coma, he said, "Fuck that. We’ll keep fucking until you get pregnant."

My eyes blew wide. I ignored the fluids that dripped down my inner thigh and stared at the man I'd thought hated me until very recently. "You … you want my babies?"

His eyes flashed, a vicious growl in his chest. "Yes."

I didn’t know why I was surprised; he had a pack of dogs he devoted himself to, and he was clearly a family man. It was just that he was also a psychopath who liked totortureme.

I shook my head, dismissing the idea with a scoff. "Do you really thinkI'dmake a good mum?"

"Yes," he and Arkan replied at once.

I shook my head again. Apparently that was all I could do right now. "You're fucking crazy."

"I can feel you in the bond, princess," Arkan murmured, his eyes big and sad. "We should have spoken before we slept together, but we were—impatient."

Taj snorted, scratching the back of his neck. "Like horny fucking teenagers."

I ran a hand through my mussed hair, reeling, emotional—happy. Weird. Why was I happy?

"It's what you want more than anything," Arkan said gently. "You want to belong, and be loved—and to love in return. You want a family, and a damn big one."

That sounded nice, actually. The more I thought about it, the more my belly fluttered and my heart soared. I pictured Taj doting on a child like he did with the goldens, and Arkan being fiercely protective of them, Joseph giving them all the cuddles they could possibly need, and X—

X was dead.

"Lina?" Taj asked, surging up to touch me at the same time Arkan pulled me into a hug.

"I want X," I sobbed. "I hate this so much."

"We'll get him back," Arkan promised, and I was surprised to hear more conviction in his tone than earlier.

"I fucking swear to you," Taj growled. "We'll find him and bring him home."

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