Page 75 of Powerless
I had to take a moment just to sink into that, to sink intoeverythinghe said. Was I happy? At that moment, holy hell yes. My life felt meaningful. I had a community with friends, patients, and this man sitting across from me who drove me nuts but I couldn't help but love and crave with every fiber of my being.
Was being with Reaper enough for me? Again, yes. I’d had monogamous relationships before and lived in a culture that put monogamy on a pedestal all my life. I was confident Icouldbe exclusively with him and him alone. But was I intrigued and even a little tempted by this offer he put on the table? Also yes. It felt like he set Pandora's box in my lap and cracked the lid open for the tiniest peek. I wanted to see more of what was inside.
"So youhaveconsidered other partners for me?" I said.
"Thought of, yes," he said coyly. "It's entirely up to you to approve them, though."
"Who?"
"I think you know," he teased, running a hand up to my thigh.
"Jandro," I breathed. "And maybe Gunner?"
"Mm, lucky guesses." He nudged my legs apart to massage my thighs. "Is it something you'd like to try?"
"How—“ My breath hitched, distracted by the firmness of his hands on my flesh and moving higher up my legs. "How would you, or we, I guess, go about asking them?"
"One at a time," he said, fingers circling into my leg muscles. "I think we should ask Jandro first. He'd be more open to it. If anything, I think he's been waiting for me to ask him. Then we'll see how you feel. You might decide two is enough or that you want me all to yourself after all."
"Okay. We ask and then what?" I suddenly felt like a teenager asking for dating advice—from my own boyfriend, nonetheless. "All three of us spend time together? Or just me and him?"
"Whatever your comfort level is," Reaper assured me. "If you want me around, I’m sure he'll understand. But if things go well, you two should spend time alone to get to know each other."
I set my wine glass down on the end table and leaned forward to wrap an arm around his shoulders.
"And you'll really be okay with that? Me going off with him and..."
His hands slid up to my waist, pulling me closer into his lap.
"If you come home to me all smiles with a post-sex glow, a dreamy look in your eyes, and your legs all wobbly," he paused with a grin as I smacked his chest, "then I know my woman is happy and well taken care of. How could I be bothered by that?" His lips brushed my cheek until he reached my ear. "And if I feel you scream with my cock down your throat because another man is fucking you so good, you can't stop coming? Oh sugar, that'll be thebest."
"Turns you on, does it?" I nudged my leg against the bulge in his jeans, growing thicker by the second. "Bringing other people in."
"Youturn me on." He let out a lustful growl, running his hands up to cup my breasts. "Your body gets me hard as a rock. The sounds you make drive me insane. And I swear watching you come gets me so fucking high."
The last word barely left his mouth when I leaned in, dragging my lips across his in a needy plea.
He answered with a deep rumble of a moan in his chest, holding the back of my neck in place as our tongues lashed across each other as if fighting. His lips nipped and sucked at mine, making them so sensitive and pulsing. He moved my hand over his zipper, directing my strokes against his thick, solid length straining to be freed. After another deep, bruising kiss, he pulled away and gave me an order that made my core clench.
"Suck me."
A smile pulled at my lips. Sure, I'd do that. But my way. The Steel Demons president had no idea what was coming to him.
His breath hitched as I undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Then my hand moved away, teasing the firm abdomen just above where he wanted me to focus. My fingers skimmed higher under his shirt, taking my time to trace the ridges of his stomach, ghosting over his nipples before flattening over the smooth planes of his chest.
His green eyes locked on me, he lifted his arms to peel the shirt off. Once it was gone, I feasted on his sexy tattooed skin with my eyes. This man was dangerous. Feared. Respected. And he was completely, utterly mine.
I began my descent back down his body—this time with my mouth.
He let out a delighted hum as I kissed the hollow of his throat, just between his collarbones, then dragged my lips lower to plant a kiss between his pecs. Never losing contact with his skin, I slowed way down when I reached his abs.
Now he let out a grunt of frustration, his hips shifting beneath me. I held back a smile, dragging my tongue over each defined muscle at a snail's pace.
"God, I love that tongue, sugar, but I need it on my dick." His voice was tight with restraint, his fingers curling in my hair to hold it away from my face.
"I know."
I sucked hard next to his hipbone, leaving him a nice little mark there. His cock was right under my face and I felt it twitch, begging for attention.
