Page 34 of Bones

Pieces of me fly apart, breaking into a thousand tiny little pieces. The fragments rain down, reforming and changing me, until I’m not who I was only moments ago.

“So fucking sweet,” Bones whispers, his lips moving up my body, his hands shoving the material of my shirt up and over my head.

His mouth finds my nipple and sucks.

“You’re going to kill me,” I whimper, my hands digging into his thick hair and holding him to me.

“I hope not,” he murmurs, the vibrations sending shock waves through me. “If you die, I won’t get a chance to fuck you again.”

He’s so blunt, so crude, and I’m pretty sure it should offend me, but instead I’m laughing.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“No,” he argues, his voice muffled since his mouth is still at my breast. “I’m a male. And I’m fucking crazy about you.”

He releases my breast and moves up until we’re eye-to-eye. His expression is so soft and gentle, such a contrast to the harsh, crass words.

“You’re mine,” he tells me, his lips brushing over mine.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, threading my fingers through his thick hair and tugging. “I am,” I agree.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. Always.”

“I love you, Bones,” I tell him, meaning it, and tug at his shirt. A second later, he’s helping me and then he’s tossed it somewhere to the side. I run my hands over the expanse of his chest, his skin soft like velvet over rippled muscles. Not even the multitude of scars he bears can detract from his rugged beauty. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I grind upwards, my pussy finding his hard shaft through his jeans. “I need you in me.”

“Fuuuuck,” Bones draws out, his eyes squeezing shut, as I keep rubbing against like a cat in heat. Maybe later, I’ll be embarrassed at my shameless action. Right now all I care about is the pleasure already re-building in me, about the need that can only be filled by his cock.

He moves above me, his hands working his pants down. The moment his cock springs free, we both groan as the hard length glides between my wet folds. I hardly recognize myself in the moment, so overcome with the need to have this male inside me that I brace my feet on the bed and grip his shoulders, gyrating and moving my hips until I’ve got the head of his cock nudged at my entrance.

Sliding a hand up the back of his neck, I grip his hair hard. I pull at the strands until he stops trying to get his jeans off and looks at me.

“Fuck me,” I order, my own voice practically a growl.

His lips twist up in a smirk. “No.”

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If I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I’d laugh at Sloan’s shocked and almost offended expression at my denial. Before my little hellion of a mate can make another command, one I won’t be able to resist, I roll us over. She squeaks and it’s one of the most adorable sounds I’ve ever heard.

Fuckity fuck. You know you’re fucking pussy whipped when you think she sounds adorable during sex.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. Except I know this might be the last time I have her like this. When she knows the truth about me. . . I bury that voice six feet under. Right now, all I want to think about is how hot and tight her pussy is squeezing the tip of my cock as I brace her above me.

Sloan’s hunger mirrors mine and I gave up trying to get my jeans down past my knees before I rolled us over. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her poised over my cock, the tip notched against her entrance, torturing us both. Her legs are splayed apart over my hips, her tiny hands bracing herself on my stomach as her blonde tresses fly wild around her.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I bite out, unable to soften the words. Not when it’s taking everything I have to keep from rearing up and filling her up. “Ride me, baby. Take what you want.”

I guide her down, drinking her in as she takes me inside her. She’s so fucking tight around my cock. Even in my human form, I’m much bigger than the average man. Sloan takes me like the goddess she is though.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, staring at where her slick folds are stretched wide around the steel of my shaft. “So fucking gorgeous on my cock.”

Sloan’s pupils are blown wide with desire, those gorgeous blue-green eyes of hers glazed as she settles deeper onto my cock. I groan, moving my hands to grip her ass tight.

“Bones.”

My name is a siren’s song on her lips, one that I’ll gladly follow to my death.

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