Page 2 of Dark Fire Kiss

With his other hand, he swiped a callused thumb over the tip, collecting the moisture that had gathered there. Then he lifted his hand and slowly, deliberately sucked me off his thumb.

My breath caught. My hips jerked forward of their own accord, and my knees bumped the edge of the tub, making water slosh around my calves.

He squeezed my shaft, and we both watched as another shiny bead formed at my slit. He made a low sound of appreciation, then bent and licked the drop with a flash of his tongue. When he straightened, his beast stared out from his eyes. “You’re the only male for the task.” He tightened his grip on my dick and tugged me forward. “Out now. I’ll not wait another minute to have you.”

I scrambled from the tub with my heart racing and my pulse pounding in my cock. He led me to the bed by my dick, not releasing me until we reached the edge.

“On your back,” he whispered. “I want to look into your eyes when I make you mine.”

I complied, sinking into the featherbed with my heart hammering and my rigid cock weighing me down. In a voice so raspy I hardly recognized it, I said, “And you’ll be mine. That’s how this works.”

He took shadow form, his body turning to smoke. For a moment, his clothes hung in the air, the sight of an empty kilt, jacket, and waistcoat almost comical. Then everything dropped to the floor, leaving a seething black cloud. It shivered once, then reformed into a naked Bram. He climbed over me, and it was almost too much—the ripple of muscle over his warrior’s build. The dark stubble on his square jaw. The heavy, veined shaft swinging against his thigh.

“That’s how this works,” he murmured in agreement, settling between my legs. As I opened around him, he slid his hand under my balls and fingered my hole. At my throaty groan, he pushed inside, his entry aided by the water that still clung to my skin. “You’re mine. I’m yours.” He delved deeper and hooked his finger.

Raw lust blasted through me, the force of it lifting my hips off the bed and pulling a wanton cry from my throat.

He swallowed the sound with a kiss as he added another finger. He gave me several deep pumps before sliding his lips to my ear and speaking in a growl that raised goosebumps on my skin. “This is going to join us for eternity, and I’ll ruin anyone who tries to tear us asunder.”

Gods, I believed him. Only a fool would get between Bram McGregor and something he wanted. Some deep, innate instinct told me his possessiveness was rooted in fear. He’d been alone from his first breath, and his upbringing had been just as lonely.

But he wasn’t alone now. I was willing to spend an eternity making sure he knew it.

He plunged his fingers deep and hit that spot again—the one that made desire roar through me like a bonfire.

“So good,” I groaned, my chest heaving. My cock lay thick and swollen against my stomach, the tip leaking while he worked me open.

He lifted away—and for a moment it was like a loss. Like grief so deep and all-consuming an ache shot across my chest. Then he swiped the moisture from my cock and smeared it down his own.

I lifted onto my elbows so I could get a better look. And what a look it was. He knelt between my thighs, his body a tight mass of muscle and coiled power. Rippling abs. Perfect golden skin. Glittering green eyes framed by thick, black lashes. Dark, wavy hair.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth someday,” I said suddenly. And I was going to thread my fingers through those dark strands and hold him still while I did it.

He arched a brow as he stroked his cock. His perfect cock—long and thick and glistening with the moisture he’d taken from me. “Is that so?”

“Aye and soon.” Gods, the things I wanted to do to him. And it was even hotter knowing he’d make me work for every bit of it. My beast stirred in my chest, eager to claim its mate in the most carnal way possible.

A ghost of a smile played around Bram’s mouth. “We’ll see, Fergus.” He put the fingers of his free hand to my lips. “Get me nice and wet.”

Heat blistered through me. I sucked his first three fingers into my mouth, anticipation rising hot and swift. My cock throbbed, and I moaned around his knuckles, so eager I bordered on desperate.

He read me at once, removing his hand and rubbing his damp fingers over my puckered entrance. “You want my dick?”

“Yes.” I squirmed against his hand.

“Show me where.”

The growled command hit me square in the chest and shivered down to my cock. I palmed my knees and pulled my legs wide. “Get inside me. Please.”

He gave me a knowing look as he gripped himself and teased around my rim. Then he eased inside, breaching me by inches.

I clenched my jaw at the burn, then groaned when it gave way to a blissful stretch. He held my stare as he pushed deeper, filling me with delicious pressure that built in the base of my spine and then spiraled outward, raising goosebumps across my skin. I rolled my hips up, seeking more.

He obliged me, wrapping his thick arms around my thighs and yanking me closer. Driving his dick so deep, my throbbing cock slapped my abdomen. When I reached for it, he knocked my hand away.

“Mine tonight,” he rasped, beginning to thrust. He took my shaft in a firm grip and stroked hard. With his other hand, he pushed one of my knees to my chest, opening me even wider. “I’m taking you and I’ll finish you, too.”

Pleasure sizzled along my veins as he worked my dick in sync with his thrusts. He jerked me rough and fast, showing no mercy. But then, I didn’t want any. My lips parted, and my breath came in gasps. The bed rocked, the ropes creaking as he picked up the pace. Every thrust—every pump of his hand—sent bliss barreling through me. Heat built under my skin…and my vision went blurry.

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