“You know I don’t like to beg.”
Withdrawing my finger, I curled my arm around her ass, tilting her hips. “But you will. Because you know how good it will be when I give you what you want.” Slowly, I fed her an inch of my cock. Her muscles tightened around me, trying to pull me deeper, and it took everything I had not to slam home. Instead, I gave her another inch, watching as pleasure, need, and a hint of impatience flickered on her face. Still moving slowly, I slid deeper and deeper, groaning as her nails dug into my back. Finally, I was buried balls-deep inside her…exactly where I needed to be. Her muscles clasped me even tighter. “Fuck, baby.”
“Yes, fuck,” she gasped, locking her legs around my waist and bucking slightly.
I smiled. “Oh I’ll fuck you all right.” In a smooth, sluggish movement, I pulled almost all the way out before sliding back inside. Again and again, I did it, loving how hot and tight and slick she was around me. Knowing how sensitive her neck was, I kissed, licked, and nipped every inch of it – making her body go more and more pliant beneath mine. When I grazed my teeth over her pulse and sucked hard, she gasped my name.
Her nails cut into the skin of my back. “Do it. Bite me.”
Instead, I swirled my tongue around the shell of her ear and briefly nibbled on the lobe. My thrusts were still teasingly slow, and her body was quivering with need and frustration. I spoke into her ear. “Are you ready to beg yet?” I gave her another agonisingly slow thrust and she mewled in frustration. “What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“You know,” she bit out.
“I do, but I want to hear you say it.” I licked over her pulse and nipped it gently before sucking at it once more.
She actually fucking growled at me. “I want it harder. Faster.”
“Then beg. Beg me to give it to you, and I will.”
She slapped my shoulder instead. “You can be such a fucking twat! You know I don’t like begging!”
“And I don’t like hearing my mate tell someone to cut our bond,” I said softly. There was no judgment in my voice, but there was a pain I couldn’t hide.
Sorrow flashed in her eyes. “You know why I did it.”
“But it’s not something you’ll ever do again, is it?” The question was rhetorical, but she still shook her head in answer. “Good girl. Now…give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”
There was a lengthy pause before she muttered, “Please.”
I reared back and slammed into her, wrenching a loud groan from her. “Like that?”
“More.”
“I’ll give you more. And you’ll take it.” Without leaving her body, I sat upright, keeping her tight against me. I kissed her hard – it was too hard, too rough, but I couldn’t soften it. Gripping her hips, I lifted her until only the head of my cock was lodged inside her, and then I impaled her hard. She tried to take over, but I shook my head. “All I want from you is those eyes.” The second her lids flipped open and those aquamarine eyes tinted with mercury met mine, I began ruthlessly slamming her up and down on my cock.
She threaded her fingers through my hair and held tight, trusting me to give her what she needed. I bent her backwards just enough to suck a hard nipple into my mouth. She had the most perfect pair of breasts – I’d been obsessed with them since day one. I bit down on her nipple, and her blood gushed into my mouth. As I drank, I moved one hand from her hip to her other breast, zapping the nipple with my thumb. Her muscles clenched and rippled around my cock each time and, fuck, it felt too good.
“Jared, I’m gonna come.”
That was fine with me, because I could feel the telling tingle in the bottom of my spine and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I released her nipple and pulled her flush against me. “Tell me you’ll never leave me, Sam,” I demanded in a tone unintentionally harsh. “Say it.”
“I won’t leave.”
Slipping a hand between our bodies, I sought out her clit with my thumb. “You’re mine, Sam. Mine to keep. Remember that.” A few zaps to her clit were all it took: those aquamarine eyes went blind with pleasure and her entire body tightened around me. She bit the crook of my neck and my climax thundered through me, seeming to go on and on and on.
Her whole body sagged against mine when she finally stopped drinking. “Love you,” she slurred against my neck.
I dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “And I love you, baby. More than anything.” And for that reason, I’d need to tell her about the vision that I’d had through Luther. There was no denying that I should have told her before we Bound, but I’d panicked that it would make her change her mind. That same sense of panic was still with me now, but it was wrong to keep this from her. She deserved to know. I just had to hope and trust that this wouldn’t change anything, had to trust in her.
Smoothing her hair away from her face, I said, “I need to tell you something.”
Lifting her head to meet my gaze, she arched a questioning brow. I sensed her sudden unease, but it wasn’t visible in her expression.
“I’ve never told you about the vision that I had through Luther, have I?”
She blinked, her unease replaced by extreme curiosity. “No, I don’t think you did.”
“It was when I was made a commander within the legion that Antonio offered for me to have a vision. I was originally going to turn the offer down. I’ve never believed that things are pre-destined, and I didn’t like the idea that I wasn’t in control of my own fate. But I was curious.”
Sam smiled. “It was curiosity that made me accept the offer as well.”
“In my vision…” I hesitated, scared – yes, fucking scared – of how she’d react.
Sensing my fear, she tightened her hold on me and shot me a look of concern. “Jared, whatever it is, just tell me.”
I took a deep breath. “In my vision, I was standing on a podium in one of Antonio’s parlour rooms. And he was announcing that he would be stepping down as Grand High Master and…I knew in the vision that I would be replacing him, even though I didn’t hear him say it. But when the vision ended, I just laughed. I hadn’t believed that it would ever happen in a million years.” Because no one had ever made me feel important, no one had ever made me think that I’d ever be given a role like that. “I wondered if maybe Luther’s visions were more like methods of motivating people. One thing I was sure of was that it would never come true.”
“But then Antonio later made you Heir.”
“I almost refused. I didn’t like the idea that it made me close to the fate that I’d seen in that vision. I wanted to be in control of my own path. But I also thought that that was a stupid fucking reason to turn down Antonio.”
Obviously confused about where I was going with this, she pursed her lips. “So you haven’t mentioned this before because…you didn’t like that it was coming true?”
If only it were that fucking simple. “I didn’t mention it before because…Sam, I was alone on that podium. You weren’t there. Nobody was.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “Oh.”
When all I sensed from her was shock and she didn’t try to move away, I continued. “I wasn’t alone and grieving someone, so it wasn’t that I’d had you and then somehow lost you in that future that I’d seen. I was alone and I was okay with it.” I watched her face carefully, searching for any sign that she would pull away. Not that I’d let her pull away, but I’d need to be ready to pin her down if it came to that. “I never told you about it before we Bound because I was worried that if I did, you would take it as some kind of sign that we weren’t meant to be together, that our futures weren’t supposed to collide or something.”