Page 259 of Entangled

“You’re soft, Eden. I always thought that meant weak. How I grew up, that’s what it meant.” Dom’s eyes lock on mine, gorgeously gilded in regret. “It’s not. You’re soft so you don’t break. You mold. You bend. You give and take, and I still think you need to be harder, because you take too much from everyone. Butfuck, you take it beautifully.”

Dom groans, and I don’t know if he’s talking about me or what we’re doing anymore, because color is riding his cheeks into battle. His jaw flexes and his eyes are locked on my pussy as he toys with my clit.

I vaguely remember him giving me rules, so I stop myself from begging him to fuck me. Just. I’m writhing on his hand, and he keeps fucking me with it as he watches me with hooded, hungry eyes.

“Dom,” I beg urgently instead, my voice filled with transparent desperation. “Sir.”

Dom curses, and he yanks his fingers out of me, then roughly fits the thick, flared head of his cock to my entrance. We both shudder at the contact.

Dom squeezes my ass, and I force my eyes open to look at him as he grits out, “Rule six. You keep talking to me when you’re upset. When you need something. Don’t just go to the others. Don’t just go to...him.”

My head is too foggy, and I try to clear it, even while he rocks against my entrance. At first, I think he means Jasper, but there’s too much hurt in his eyes—too much history.

Beau. He means Beau.

It’s not a sex rule, and technically that’s not part of our terms, but this is one I have no problem agreeing to. Iwantto go to Dom.

“I promise,” I whisper, and his face lights with victory—like I gave him something important and not something that should be basic and fundamental to any relationship.

He leans down for a long, deep kiss, and I feel his cock begin to stretch me open as he forces himself inside. It’s a strain, but my body leaps to take him.

“Considering how you were dripping in cum the other night, I’m guessing we’re done with the rubbers,” he mutters.

My mouth is parted, but I’m non-verbal. Every part of me focused on the feel of his cock claiming my cunt, inch by inch. Finally. He feels perfect. Hot and steely and he’s pushing me in the best way. His heavy body leans over mine until I’m surrounded by him, filled by him, and?—

The door slams open. “What’s the hold up, Dom? This is meant to be your show.”

I could almost cry at Beau’s impatient voice—especially because Dom stops moving, his head snapping up. His eyes flash in warning, and it reminds me of a wolf protecting its kill from another predator.

“Give me five minutes.” Dom sinks in another inch, and I cry out in relief, squirming under him. “I’ll make this quick.”

“No.”

At the snappish tone, I try to turn my head up to look at Beau, but I can’t see him from this angle. This isn’t going to be like when he stumbled on Lucky and Jasper with me in the forest. Beau doesnotsound in the mood to share.

“No?” Dom’s low voice is full of threat, and he runs a hand down between our bodies, circling my clit in a way that has me tilting my hips up into him on a sob.

“Beau,please,” I beg.

He ignores me. “They’re all waiting. I’m not going to make them wait just so you can give her an unsatisfying fuck.”

That chilly cold snap to his voice reminds me of his anger after he almost shot me. The silent treatment he gave me.

I hate it. I hate it even as my nipples tighten at the sound of his voice, and the idea of him watching us right now makes my pussy clamp around Dom’s dick.

Apparently, Dom isn’t a fan of his tone either.

“You’re a petty fucking shit sometimes, Beau,” Dom growls.

He looks down at me with murderous frustration, but his fingers speed up over my slick clit. “Come on, pet. You can get there.”

Pleasure coils inside me in a sharp, sudden rise. Dom shoves into me hard, until he’s fully seated and his base grinds against me too.

“Dom!” His name comes out choked on desperate need, and I begin to pant.

Dom’s eyes stay fixed on my face, ignoring Beau entirely, and his face is rapt with lust. “Fuck, little librarian. Just like that. Your greedy cunt is like a vice. I can feel it wanting to come all over my dick.”

“Move it, Dom,” Beau snaps, and Dom gives me a hot, wry look.

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