Page 16 of Trick's Elite

“Yeah, because you’re making me want to do that.” He shook his head as he turned to cross the room and take care of his wet clothes, ignoring his bear’s insistence that he did exactly what she said.

“I have to use the restroom. I think my period is done, but if it’s not, I’m going to end up bleeding all overyourside of the bed.”

Trick stopped halfway across the room and sighed. He knew she was done with her period. The number of tampons in the box hadn’t changed since the night before. He’d noticed when he made a mental note of which ones she used, so he knew what to buy when he went to get more. But he wasn’t ready for her to know that he was paying that close attention to her needs. It left him too vulnerable.

His bear was throwing a fit, demanding he take care of their mate, and Trick was trying to figure out how he could do that while still not fully trusting her and also being monumentally pissed that she had put him in the position in the first place.

Figuring he had to at least let her use the restroom, he grabbed his wet clothes, found the keys, and tossed the soggy mess on the porch for the moment. He’d deal with them later. Then he approached the bed on her side and unlocked the cuff from the headboard.

He backed away, but not before she swung her arm, the one with the cuff still attached, and caught him in the cheek with it. Pain exploded in his cheek, and he shouted, “Fuck!” When he saw her scrambling to her knees, obviously intent on doing him more damage, Trick tackled her to the bed. Holding her down with his body, he gathered both her hands in one of his and held them above her head on the bed. She tried to knee him in the nuts, but he shoved her leg back down to the bed with his free hand.

Glaring down at her, he demanded, “Calm the fuck down.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you right back!” They were both panting with anger, but Trick didn’t give a fuck how she was feeling. His cheek was burning, but he knew his shifter healing would have the wound closed in no time. Healing or not, he was pissed. All her actions accomplished was to prove to him that he was right in not letting her use that knife. He may have been an ass with his words, but that didn’t mean they were wrong.

“I fucking hate you!”

“The feeling is mutual, sweetheart!”

As she wiggled and shifted underneath him, his body was having an entirely different reaction to the situation. His bear wasn’t helping, either. The animal thought it was the perfect time for a mating.

“Sweetheart? I’ll show you sweet,” she growled and lifted her head. She snagged his bottom lip with her teeth and bit down.

His eyes began to glow, bathing her in gold light, but Trick wasn’t sure if it was from anger or lust. Both were valid explanations, judging by what was flowing through him in the moment. He was still fuming, but sexual tension was crackling through the air.

Gazing into her eyes, he clocked the moment things changed for her, too. Her brows relaxed a bit, and her body stopped shifting as much. The leg she tried to knee him with slowly worked its way around his thigh, effectively opening her up to him.

As he continued to pant from the force of the turmoil inside him, her bite turned to suction on his lip, sealing his immediate fate. He was going to fuck her, and it wasn’t going to be gentle.

Sliding his free hand between their bodies, he unleashed his claws and carefully used them to slice his way through her shirt and the bra beneath. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he waited for any objection. When she didn’t give him one, he retracted his claws and cupped one of her breasts in his hand.

Fuck, the ample flesh felt so damn good in his palm. He’d wanted to play with them for so long that it was almost a damn relief to finally be able to. He captured her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, gave it a tweak, and reveled in her reaction when she released his lip and moaned.

He lowered his head until he was barely a hair’s breadth from her lips. Then he whispered, “If I wanted sweet, you wouldn’t be my mate. Now, take your fucking like the fighter you are, Messer.”

“Big talk for someone who hasn’t even finished undressing me,” she taunted back, and a thrill ran through him.Fucking hell, he was a glutton for punishment.

He chuckled, but there was no humor to the sound as he released her breast and moved his hand down to the leggings she was wearing. Once again, he unleashed his claws and carefully sliced through them, beginning at her mound and continuing down between her legs until he reached her ass.

“I don’t need you naked to fuck you.” Retracting his claws, he shoved his boxer briefs down his thighs and shifted his hips until he was between her open legs. Gripping his shaft, he ran the head of his hardened cock up and down her slit, gathering the wetness that had accumulated there. Yeah, she was just as turned on as he was.

“Need help finding the right hole?” she asked as she wrapped her other leg around his hip.

He slid inside her with enough force to make a point, but not enough to hurt her, and when her head flew back into the bed, he replied, “I think I’ve got it.”

Pulling back, he groaned at the feel of her core sliding against the underside of his shaft, then he slammed back in. As he began to fuck her hard and steady, he kissed and nipped his way up and down her neck before taking her mouth.

As the storm angrily pounded down on the world outside, Trick did the same with his mate, soaking in every moan and curse she gave him. Their bodies moved together as if they had been doing exactly that for decades, like they were made for each other. They may not be able to talk or trust, but they could fuck. At least there was that.

Chapter Ten

Stella

Stellawastryingdesperatelyto hold on to the anger she felt at the knife incident, the cuffing, the roof leak, and the fight, but her brain was being scrambled every time he curled his hips and hit the exact right spot inside of her. Normally, she hated having her limbs restrained during sex, but she forgot all about his grip on her wrists when he started pounding into her. And his kiss had wiped away any logical thought she had left in her. The man was working her in a way no one ever had before.

Feeling off-balanced with the depth of the connection, she wrested her mouth from his and asked, “Is that all you’ve got?”

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