Chapter 79
"You and I aren't finished."
I blink at him. How can he possibly think of going again so quickly?
Wake tugs me to my feet and turns me toward the glass wall. Before I can take a breath, he has me pressed against it. His front is against my back, his hands sliding down my arms to grasp my wrists.
When he lifts them above my head and presses them against the glass, I swallow a whimper. It's not from fear—he's holding me tightly, but not hard enough to bruise.
It's desire and need and so many other things I can't even begin to name.
"Spread your legs."
My body moves before my brain can catch up, obeying his command.
Wake drags his teeth over my shoulder. “Obedient. Very well done."
The words have an electric effect on me. I shudder, and his hands tighten around my wrists. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to send another little thrill through me.
He pulls back, and cool air rushes in to replace the heat of his body. "Do not move."
My voice is low and husky, a tone I barely recognize. "Or what?"
"Or I'll walk away."
The threat has no heat, but the words have an instant effect. I don't want him to walk away. I don't want this moment to end.
I sense more than see him drop to his knees behind me. The next thing I know, he's spreading me open, and his tongue is on me.
I jump at the touch, the move making my arms and hands flex against the glass wall. But Wake makes a low sound, his mouth vibrating against me, and I relax.
A slow, delicious haze spreads through my body as Wake uses his tongue, his fingers. My eyes close and I press my cheek to the cool glass, and I let him.
"Fuck." I gasp out the word, my legs shaking. The second orgasm is slower, building and building until it crashes over me, dragging me under.
"That's it, love." Wake rises and presses his mouth to my ear, his chest to my back. His cock is heavy against my ass, but he doesn't move, holding me on the edge of anticipation.
Ever since our very first encounter, since before we could even properly communicate, Wake's mastered the art of making me yearn for him. He has me right where he wants me, and there's nothing I want more than to be consumed by him.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't ask for permission. Not that he needs it. I'm his mate. My body is his, just as his body is mine.
His grip shifts, and then the towel around his hips drops. It's the only warning I have before he slams into me. I gasp, my cheek pressing against the glass. I should have been more prepared, but there's no easing into it. He's so much bigger than me that it burns.
But it's a delicious sort of burn.
He pulls out and I try to hold onto him, but it's impossible with his grip still on my wrists. "Wake—"
"Hush." His breath is warm against my ear. "I'll take care of you."
His fingers slide between my legs, his thumb finding my clit. He starts circling it as he presses into me once more. This time, I can't hold back the moan. The stretch of him, the burn, the way he holds me tight and works my clit, all of it is so good, so overwhelming, that I can't do anything except try to spread my legs wider.
I'm pinned in place. Wake thrusts into me again and again. He doesn't let go of my wrists, doesn't let me move. All I can do is stand there and take it.
I don't realize I'm shaking until his voice is there in my ear. "Do you need more?"
"Please." I don't even know what I'm begging for, just that I can't seem to stop saying the word over and over. "Please, please, please."
The pressure increases on my clit, and his strokes turn long and deep. The orgasm doesn't build this time. It's a freight train bearing down on me, and all I can do is brace for impact.
Wake's teeth close over the skin of my shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. Hard enough to brand me as his.
I explode.
This orgasm is so powerful that my entire body locks down. All I can do is tremble beneath him as sensation crashes through me. Wave after wave, one after another, and it's only the firm press of Wake's body against mine that keeps me from collapsing.
I'm still coming when he stiffens, his hands tightening around my wrists, his teeth pressing down even harder.
Wake comes silently, his body shuddering against mine.
He doesn't release my hands or move away. Instead, he presses his lips to the spot his teeth have just abandoned. "You are mine."
"And you are mine."
I'm dimly aware of his teeth leaving my skin and his forehead resting on the back of my neck. His harsh breathing matches mine, his chest pressed against my back, his hands still clasped around my wrists.
I don't think I've ever been so thoroughly possessed in my life.
Slowly, his grip loosens. His thumbs rub gentle circles against my wrists. Then he pulls out and releases me completely.
I slide to the ground, my knees giving out beneath me.
Wake catches me. "Did I hurt you?"
"No."
He lifts me into his arms and carries me from the shower. When we're both on the bed, him on his back and me pressed against his side, his hand stroking my back, he asks, "Why the tears?"
I'm crying. Huh. "I don't know."
He doesn't push for more, though, just keeps rubbing my back and pressing kisses to the top of my head.
I burrow into him and breathe him in. This moment right here is what I've been searching for my entire life. Not the sex, though that was definitely a perk. No, it's this bone-deep knowledge that, no matter what else happens, I am not alone in this.
I never have been.
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