Page 94 of Cost of Courting

“Uh-huh, what’s your biggest one?” I whisper.

Somehow, this conversation is taking this to the next level. I pant and grip the back of his neck, holding myself up so I can brush my lips against his.

“Tell me,” I plead.

“I want you…” he pauses and closes his eyes. “I can’t decide. I just want you. Begging me, demanding, wet, needy, in heat, in public, behind close doors, in the rain-”

I slam my mouth to his, kissing him until I feel drunk. “Let’s check one of those off the list. Take me outside.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, let’s make this momentous.”

“Anything for you.”

Mael lifts me up and carries me out the back. The rain is pouring down, creating a grey veil.

“You told me I was yours right here!” Mael says in my ear.

I shiver, but I don’t feel the cold. All I feel is heat.

“You were ten years old, and I couldn’t figure out why you were so important.”

He slams into me, lifting my legs so I’m wrapped around him. Harder and harder, catapulting me somewhere I really want to go. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, drag my teeth over the delicious skin of his neck.

“You were mine then, and you’ve been mine every day since!” I hiss at him.

I sink my teeth into his neck. His response is immediate. He stiffens, throwing his head back and giving me more access. The bond between us feels like a door opens, and, when he bites me, there is no him and me, only us.

I sob into his shoulder as the pleasure from the bonds pushes me into a wave of rapture. He thrusts three times, his jaw tensed tight as he finds his own blissful ending.

He looks down at me.

He doesn’t need to say it.

I can feel it.

I love you.

Chapter twenty-three

Selene

I return to thehouse and find it in darkness. My feet bring me to a stop, and a shiver runs up my spine as I strain to hear anything. I reach for the lights, but a deep threatening growl has me pausing.

I smile. I can’t help it. There is no universe where the sound of Bailey Raines growling at me will ever be threatening.

I hear the creak of his weight moving towards me and lunge, racing through the house. He’s on my heels as I throw myself into my room and slam the door shut.

I pant, pressing a hand over my mouth, trying to hide the smile and suppress the urge to laugh. I slide up against the wall, standing perfectly still. When he slams into the room, the moonlight casts him in amazing shades of black and pale blue, but I only spare myself a minute before I sneak out behind him.

He whirls, chasing me down the hallway. I get to the front door and yank it a fraction. Cold air hits me with the sound of rain. Freedom is just there, but I’m crushed into the door, and it slams shut.

A hand grips my hair, yanking my head back. He bites down hard. I shriek, surprised by the sudden pain and wild wrapping as the bond twists me up. My head is turned, and I sink my teeth deep into him, almost sobbing as I put my mark on him. Claiming him.

My legs are kicked apart, and Bailey shoves inside me. It’s frenzied and frantic and desperate.

It’s all the passion I feel for him, all the feelings. My pussy aches, but when he drags me back from the door, gripping my breasts and tweaking my nipples painfully, I forget about everything but chasing that painful pleasure.

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