Tell me you want me
Aphrodite ~ Sam Short
Instinct told me I needed to protect myself. The need to wrap my arms around myself was strong, but Shane was everywhere. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My hands rested on his chest. He pressed a kiss to my hair, my forehead, my nose. Even as I wanted to escape this wretched feeling in my chest, I couldn’t help but burrow closer. My lashes fluttering to a close as he murmured my name. I swallowed the lump in my throat and let my hands fall as he placed me on the table.
The sweet happiness that made me so giddy I ran from him was gone. And in its place a small hole. Pettiness, anger, and jealousy clawed at my chest. His shirt had ridden up less than an inch more and I would be on full display. My gaze trailed up the ridges and dips of his abdomen. Beneath the light, I noticed the light markings of scars on the back of his biceps and arms. Muscles turned to broad shoulders, but my gaze locked on my mark.
Shane is mine.
Always has been.
Always fucking will be.
No one else will have him.
But others have had him. And that pissed me the fuck off. Especially now that I knew he’d been with someone after he took me against my apartment. It hurts. So fucking much. I’d gone on that date with Donny, but I had no plans of giving any part of me to him. I know we weren’t official, but from the moment we found out we were mates, he was mine.
You slept with Chance.
I don’t fucking care, Korra.
You can’t be mad at him for something you yourself did.
Call me a hypocrite. I don’t care.
At least you know.
Yes, I slept with Chance. I never promised him more. As shitty of a person as that makes me, I’ve only had one person in my heart. Meanwhile, he’s got a live-in whore. Yes, I’m being hypocritical, but I don’t care. Call it girl math. He opened his mouth and quickly, I lifted my finger and pressed it against his lips. Silencing him. I don’t want to hear what he has to say. He’d already said it. She was an easy lay.
I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to hear any excuses. I just want his hands on me. He won’t mark me—won’t officially claim me as his, but I need him. I need him in any way I can get right now. I need his touch on my body, his breath on my skin, and his promises to caress my soul. Shane’s hand was splayed out on the table. He leaned down. To do what? I don’t know. I pushed my hand against his chest and his brows furrowed. He tried again, but this time, to kiss me. I moved out of the way and shoved him back. There was a confused look on his face.
“Get on your knees,” I demanded.
His eyes widened. Surprising him was a feat, but I was too overwhelmed. Images of him taking another filled my thoughts, and anger bubbled inside of me.
I don’t care what you’ve been doing.
I don’t care who you’ve been fucking.
I don’t care about what you have to say.
And I sure as fuck don’t care that he’s surprised.
Obsidian eyes stare into mine. It felt like our wills were battling. Would he listen? Would he fight me? Would he take control? Shane and I both knew he could do whatever he wanted to me. He’d proven that time and time again. Just like when he took me in his truck. It didn’t matter how hard I fought; he showed me I belonged to him. But he’d told me he didn’t want that. He wanted what we’d had before. What we got a glimpse of over the last few hours. Then he moved back. I held my head up as he lowered himself to his knees.
Large hands gripped my ankles and slid up my calves. My thighs shook, and I bit my lip, hating how my body instantly reacted to his touch. Roughness slid up past my knees, his fingers spread out and pressed into my caramel thighs, stilling them. Obsidian eyes flashed yellow and back.
“I love you,” he promised.
I brought my hand across his face. The resounding slap was so fucking satisfying.
“I don’t care.”
“You do.”
“Your love hurts. It burns. I don’t want to be loved right now.”
His expression was pained.
“What should I do? What do you want?” Shane’s voice rumbled. With his eyes trained on me, I knew exactly what I wanted. I craved his obedience, his submission. Him. Him. Him. I don’t to think. I don’t want him to give me a stupid explanation of why she was still here when he brought me home. I don’t want to know why he fucked her. My body ached for him. I ached for him.
“Worship me.”
His luscious lips parted and everything clenched as he ran his tongue along the bottom.
“I have. For lifetimes… I pray to you, not the Goddess. I’d sacrifice anything to have you… My soul? Yours. The packs I’ve taken over? Yours. Tell me exactly what you want me to do. I’ll do everything and anything you want. Just say the words,” he growled.
“Tell me you want me.” The words were a reflection of my insecurities.
“I want you,” he swore.
“Now show me. Eat me out. Put your tongue in me. Make me see stars. Fuck my soul out of me, Shane. Make me feel so good I forget everything you’ve done to hurt me in this life.” My voice cracked and shook with pain and anger. Without another word, he dropped his face to my thighs. I pushed my fingers through his hair and grabbed hold. Using his nose, he pushed his shirt up, revealing my pussy to him. He spread my thighs wider, and the evidence of our previous fucking stretched between my opened lips.
“Fuck,” he growled. His eyes locked on my pussy.
I don’t want to get hurt.
I don’t want to be loved.
I just want him to fuck me.
My heart had been offered to him on a platter and as much as I wanted to forcefully pry it from his fingers, I knew he’d never let it go. He squeezed so tightly, I bled. Shane’s gaze flickered to mine and in this moment, I knew. I’d won. He would give me anything I needed. The feeling of being in control, his submission on my tongue, they served as an aphrodisiac. I was too sore to take him, but it wasn’t about him. It was about my pleasure. It was about what I wanted. His eyes flickered to mine.
“I’m glad you didn’t try to leave me. We both know I never would have let you go. I don’t want to be the villain in your life anymore. I’ll never be what you deserve, but for once, I want to be who you want.”
Just when I open my mouth to tell him he’s all I want, his tongue slips out of his mouth and drags up my center. My thoughts are forgotten as I widen my legs and arch my back.
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