Page 25 of Bones

“I don’t have any condoms,” I whisper, the words tumbling out. “I haven’t had sex in almost a decade.”

“Good,” Bones’ voice rumbles through me. He doesn’t sound human. “I don’t need a condom. I cannot impregnate you in this form. You’re mine and I’m yours. My cock is the only one your pussy will ever know from this day forward.”

The rush of heat and lust is so strong I can literally feel myself dripping.

His massive form towers over me and his huge cock is an intimidating sight, but I’m not afraid. I’m so aroused I’m nearly mindless.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I hiss, desperate for him. “I want you even if it can’t fit.”

“It’ll fit,” he grinds out, dragging the spade shaped head of his cock through my folds. I groan, twisting under him, at the sensation it gives. Everywhere it touches, it leaves behind a trail of hypersensitivity. It’s already too much. I want more.

His other hand lays flat over my stomach. He’s so massive he practically covers my entire torso. The ends of his skeletal fingers press into my skin; so much controlled strength in his grip. I’m trapped under a brutal predator and, god, it’s so damn hot.

Bones slides his cock through my folds again and his cock disappears and I whimper in protest before I realize what I’m doing.

“Hush, little mate.” Mate. It’s the second time he’s called me that. Is that why I’m drawn to him the way I am? The reason I need him in me more than I need my body to remain whole? “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. I’ve trusted him since the moment he saved me from the prison I was in.

He collects his seed on the tip of his finger and brings it to my mouth. Eager to taste him I open my mouth, sucking his finger clean when he presses the digit into me.He tastes like smoke and sin, and as I swallow, euphoria slips down my throat and goes straight to my core. A rhythmic, guttural sound comes from his open maw, almost like he’s singing. The euphoria builds in my core, causing me to gasp around his bone finger. Whatever he’s doing has me riding the edge of another orgasm.

He pulls his finger from my mouth, moving his hand under me and gripping the back of my head firmly,

“Wha--“ my breath stops as Bones drags his cock along my folds once more before lining his head up to my entrance.

His bronze eyes are bright with primal hunger and desire as he holds my gaze. I can’t look away, snared by his gaze and trapped in his grip. His cock breaches me. It straddles the line of pleasure and pain and I clench my eyes shut. At a feral grunt, I open them again. My mouth drops open, chest heaving, as Bones enters me with focused determination.

He’s so big inside of me. I feel every ridge of his demon cock as he pushes deeper inside of me.

“It’s too much,” I beg, shaking my head back and forth. I grip his sides with my knees, my legs barely reaching around him, refusing to let him back out of me. “I can’t take you.”

The hunger in his eyes only flairs brighter at my words. “Do you want me to fuck you, Sloan?”

His thumb is suddenly there on my clit, stroking firmly in circles.

My orgasm shatters through me, sending my vision white as I thrash impaled on his cock.

Growls fill my ears and Bones pulls out before fucking into me again, pushing even deeper this time. His thumb never stops circling my clit. I’m reduced to pleasure coupled with the perfect amount of pain. Then he’s fully seated inside of me, stilling only long enough to slide his arm down under my back and lifting me up off the bed. I’m completely limp from pleasure, my legs and arms hanging loose at my sides.

Then he pulls his hips back before snapping forward.

I swear my eyes roll to the back of my head at how perfect it feels.

Bones guides my body along his cock even as he fucks me, claiming my body entirely as his own. Moans and screams are around us and I realize I’m the one sounding so wanton and lewd. I’m begging or at least trying to. For more, for it to stop, for everything.

Another orgasm hits me unexpectedly and I’m helpless except to ride the tsunamis of pleasure. Bones makes a vicious sound before slamming into me even harder, yanking me down so I’m forced to take him even deeper. He buries himself, grinding into me. He spills into me, snarling and growling his pleasure. His hot seed fills me, setting my every nerve ending on fire with pleasure. I can’t even scream as the pleasure climbs higher and higher until darkness takes me.

As I drift awake, I smile into the darkness at how relaxed and warm I am. I lift my hands above my head to stretch only to be stopped by a heavy arm draped across my middle. My eyes fly open as I remember everything that happened.

“Have a good nap?” Bones’ voice in my ear is a soothing rumble and, more importantly, not in my head. I turn my face towards him and an odd pang of disappointment goes through me.

“You changed back,” I murmur as I scan his tattooed face. Now that I’ve seen his real face, this one doesn’t feel true anymore. It’s not wrong, per se, but I realize it’s exactly what it’s meant to be: a mask to fit better in this world.

He lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug and the uptick of his lips. “Easier to sleep in beds this way.”

He’s on his side, keeping me tucked right up against his chest with one arm while the other is stretched out under the pillow I’m using. The fluffy white top comforter of the bed is pulled up over my chest but somehow it’s shifted down to his hips. The v of his hip disappears under the blanket, taunting me with a tempting shadow. I squeeze my legs together, hoping to dispel the immediate arousal at the sight.

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