Buried in Me
*Hezzlie*
Rowan has a wild look in his eyes. Ordinarily, this would scare me. I’d be bracing myself for him to shout at me–or worse.
But not now. I feel the pull of that thread that runs from my heart to his. I’d never heard of this mate-bond business until recently, and it all seemed a bit fantastical and ridiculous to me, but now that I have Rowan’s mark on my neck, it’s all very real.
I can feel his emotions. I can sense his wants and needs.
So that wild look in his eyes doesn’t scare me–it excites me.
He closes the door and reaches behind him to lock it from the inside without even turning his head away from mine. We move toward one another at the same time, our lips meeting in a searing kiss. His large hands land on the sides of my breasts as his mouth slides down my jaw to roam my neck. I want to start taking his clothes off as he begins to peel mine, but my mouth is frozen open in a lengthy inhale as my skin lights on fire.
I’m at his mercy now, but I can’t think of any other place I’d rather be.
He only moves his mouth away from my skin to pull off my shirt. His hands slide down my bare sides to push my pants down, and his mouth moves to the tops of my breasts that mound over my lacy bra. “Are you okay?” he whispers as his tongue slides between them and he switches sides.
“Uh-huh,” I manage to squeak out. I want to say more, to tell him how good it feels to have his mouth and hands on me, but I’m not capable of saying anything right now.
Rowan scoops me up and dumps me on the bed. I rest on my elbows, my bra and panties askew, and watch him undress. He doesn’t shred his shirt this time, but he isn’t taking his time either. I bite down on my lower lip and admire every ripple of his muscles. When he pushes his pants and boxers down, his cock springs free, and the sheer length of it has that familiar ache growing between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, coming toward me, naked. “I can smell you.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, watching him position himself between my legs.
“Don’t be. You smell divine.”
I can’t help but giggle now. He loops his thumbs through the sides of my panties and pulls them off. Rowan pushes my knees apart, and still standing, he plunges deep inside me. I let out a stuttered whimper at the stretching sensation, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels so good, I can hardly breathe.
He reaches around and unhooks my bra with the flick of his fingers and then takes one of my nipples between his hot lips as he continues to work in and out of me at a fast pace. It doesn’t take any time at all for me to feel my body begin to tighten around his thick cock. My spasming muscles pull me forward, my face frozen in a grimace of pleasure.
Rowan keeps me there for so long, my lungs are burning by the time I can inhale again, but he’s not done. He pulls out, fisting his cock, and says, “Flip over.”
I know what he wants, and I’m happy to oblige. I remember how good it felt that first time when he took me from behind, and after that unbelievable orgasm, I have no problem obliging him now.
I move forward on the bed to make room for him and situate myself on my knees so my ass is in the air. Rowan climbs onto the bed behind me and thrusts deep inside of me again. His strokes are deep and penetrating, and I find myself gathering the blankets between my hands to have something to hold on. As he picks up speed, I can’t help but shout his name, sounding a bit like a madwoman to my own ear as I cry out over and over again.
This time, he rides it all the way through, and then his warm seed spills inside of me, and he’s grunting, his fingers digging into my hips. I take it all, and then he pulls out and moves me in one fluid motion to lie with my head on his chest nestled against the pillows. I’m thankful there’s no knot this time. That was uncomfortable from what I remember the first time. Thankfully, I’m not pregnant, which I suppose is the whole point of that thing happening while a woman is in heat.
“Are you okay?” Rowan smooths my hair back off my face.
“I’m good,” I say, lazily. I can hardly move.
He chuckles. “I came in here to talk, not to do that. But then I saw you, and I couldn’t help it.”
I manage to kiss his chest where I’m lying. “Works for me.” A few moments pass, and I manage to ask him, “What did you want to talk about?”
“I don’t remember.” We both laugh, and he kisses the top of my head. “No, I do, but we’ll get to that later. I just want to hold you for a bit.”
A shiver goes down my spine which has him pulling the blankets over me. I am a bit cold, but that’s not what that was from. He actually cares about me. I don’t think it’s just because I’m his mate and the Moon Goddess or whatever her name is makes him do it, either. I think he actually likes me.
I never would’ve thought that after the first time I met him.
He was so mean to me then. I remember the terror that radiated through my body the first time I walked into his office. Now, I have a good understanding of why that was. He’s been through so much, and all he wanted was his sister back. That turned out to be a disaster, too.
In some ways, I think Rowan is a worse enemy to himself than my father could ever be.
The poor bastard needs me.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, swirling a lock of my hair around his finger.
I’m not going to tell him everything, but I say, “You need me.”
He doesn’t hesitate to reply, “You’re right. I do need you. Even if you weren’t some kind of witch, I’d still need you. I’m more powerful with you by my side.”
“Or buried inside me,” I joke, and again we both laugh like a couple of kids with no worries in the world.
I lift my head, and his mouth meets mine in a warm, wet kiss. I strengthen my grip on him. I like nice Rowan so much more than I like mean Rowan. But in the days and weeks that come, I’m quite certain everyone on the other side of the ridge is about to see a version of Rowan even I haven’t seen yet–one that will make them tremble in fear and wish they’d never poked the beast that sleeps in the mansion in the mountains.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
