Page 52 of Ruin

Connor flung open the door to our room and kicked it shut with his foot. He flung me down on the bed, falling on top of me before I’d even stopped bouncing. Warm and wet lips descended on mine, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me when his tongue tangled with mine. My fingernails raked over his t-shirt and down his back feeling the muscles shifting under my touch, tensing as I pushed my hands under the material.

“Need to touch you,” I muttered against his lips.

“Me too.” And he pulled away, smirking when I whined. Quickly, he removed his clothes. A wave of desire hit me so hard, all I could do was stare and pant. My fingers went to the waistband of my jeans. “Here, let me.” He hooked both hands into my jeans and ripped them apart, followed by my t-shirt. I stopped him at my bra, though. “Hey, not the bra. This one is comfy and it fits. Don’t ruin it.”

He grinned. “Okay, I’ll take it off, carefully—so long as I get to ruinyouafterwards. I haven’t finished claiming you yet.” His face dropped into a serious mask, his thumb brushing over the scars on my neck. “I’m thinking these marks should never be allowed to fade. I want everyone to know you’re claimed by the King of the Weres.”

It was a beautiful thing to witness, his pride in his new knowledge of who Prime really was. I tilted my head and offered up my neck. Only for Connor would I bare my neck like this. Submission to anyone other than him was unthinkable.

Inky black bled into his blue irises as he lowered his head, kissing slowly along my neck until he pulled in a mouthful of skin sucking harder and harder. The nip of pain sent warmth through me and a fresh wave of desire to my core.

“Gods, Ember, I love your scent. He rubbed his hard cock, over and over, through the slickness between my legs, teasing me until I was arching my spine and lifting my pelvis to get closer to him.

“I need you inside me…ahh.”

Before I’d even finished begging, he thrust into my willing body, not giving me a moment to adjust.

“You can take me. You are mine.” He reared back and thrust harder, making me moan. “And this body was made for me.” Again he thrust, picking up the pace, hitting that spot inside me that sent my mind offline. I was mumbling incoherently, flying on waves of pleasure until his pumping hips and the slide of our bodies were too much. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, gripped his backside and with a thrust and a scream, I exploded around him.

“Oh, shit, Firecracker…” And Connor groaned, a sound so full of utter pleasure it was enough to make me clench around him again.

We lay in each other's arms panting and coming down off our high—or so I thought until Connor rolled his hips again, groaning. “I need more…”

I swallowed, but my body had its own ideas. Heat was building low in my belly and I didn’t fight the urge to move with him. “Then take it,” I whispered against his hot skin before I sank my canines into his neck, drawing his taste and power into me as if my own life depended on it.

So he did. He took, and took...

Chapter 16

Connor

The smug smilethat curled my lips was growing all on its own. The king inside me was feeling pure pride. Prime lifted his head, happy, tongue lolling, and even the fae shadow that was becoming an active spirit inside me, swirled in a satisfied way. Gods, I’d had no idea I was part fae. After the day I’d lost my mind to the darkness in my soul and viciously killed my would be rapist, I’d locked it down, unconsciously using Prime’s power to suppress it.

My father had been an utter bastard. One who loved both the sound of his belt hitting my back, and my cries of pain—until I learned to grit my teeth and not give him that satisfaction. That bastard had told me my mother had left because of me, because I was weak and she couldn’t stand the sight of me. I rubbed my hands over my face. And Mother Wolf forgive me, I’d believed every word, feeling as worthless as the dirt on my shoe; so I’d blocked her from my mind. It had been easier to pretend I didn’t have a mother.

I exhaled slowly. I knew I couldn’t put off meeting my mother any longer; she must be going mad with worry over the son she had actually raised being in the hands of his father. I needed to see her, even if it was going to be hard. It was wrong, but I couldn’t just forgive her for leaving me. Childhood wounds were just too hard to heal, no matter the reasons they were inflicted.

Ember winced as she sat opposite me on the bench seat in the dining cabin.

I chuckled, my smile stretching.

“What are you smiling at?”

I tried to school my features into a blank mask, but I missed by a mile. “Nothing. You okay there, Firecracker?” The look on her face was priceless as she thumped my arm.

“You smug bastard, I’m as sore as hell, and you know it. Sitting there all cocky and shit…”

I tried to look innocent. “Who me?”

She just raised her brows, but I didn’t miss the tiny smile she was trying to hide. I leaned into her ear. “You loved every minute, every position and every earth shattering orgasm.”

The goosebumps on her skin and flush on her cheeks had my cock twitching in response. “Is it too soon to say I already want you again?”

She swallowed hard and her eyes shot to mine. “You’re not serious right now, ‘cause you know how sexy I find you, but damn it, I can hardly bloody walk…”

I burst out laughing even though it was cruel. “I’m teasing you, Firecracker. I’ll give you at least a few hours to heal that gorgeous pussy before I fill it again.”

Her eyes narrowed on mine before she grinned too. “Give me an hour at most…”

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