Page 258 of Fangs
I wouldn’t have been able to move if I wanted to. My legs felt wobbly. So I stayed leaning against the wall, catching my breath and watching as he took all the pillows off the bed and placed them on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“I want you on your hands and knees, and you’re gonna want to brace yourself on something besides the floor.” He smirked.
I looked at the bed and then back at him, raising an eyebrow.
His smirk turned into a grin, and he walked over to the end of the bed, leaned over, and placed his hands on the mattress. Then he started moving back and forth, mimicking thrusting. The bed immediately began to squeak alarmingly loud, and I shot a panicked look at the door—terrified Wolf would come bursting in at the sound.
“That’s why,” Lee whispered as he approached me, and the desire burning in his eyes made my core throb again despite the wetness from my previous release still coating my inner thighs. He tugged me toward the pillows, pulling me in for a savage kiss before murmuring against my lips, “On your knees, Freckles.”
I lowered myself onto my hands and knees, but I twisted to look behind me as he removed his belt and dropped his pants. I stared at the silver piercing in the head of his cock, and my entire body felt flushed and tingly. He gripped his shaft and pumped it a few times, and I could see a bead glistening on the tip near the silver barbell. The firelight highlighted the dark tattoos on his chest and arms and the muscles that rippled as he moved. He approached like a cougar stalking its prey, dangerous and lethal and utterly focused on me.
“Now,” his voice was a low growl as he lowered himself to his knees behind me. “I’m gonna fuck this perfect pussy with my cock.”
“How are you gonna fuck me?” I whispered, smiling like a fool.
The heat coming from his body seared my skin, and I shuddered as he dragged his cock through my wetness, that silver barbell grazing my clit and making me moan. I felt him line himself up at my entrance, and then he leaned down, his chest against my back.
“Hard,” he said low near my ear.
Before I could catch my breath, he thrust into me, one hand gripping my hip and the other twining into my hair and pushing my head down onto the pillow. The impossible fullness and slight pain stole the air from my lungs. Without breaking his rhythm, he released my hip and found my clit, stroking it with his skillful fingers as he pounded into me. Each deep thrust made his piercing rub against my upper walls, and soon, I was unraveling.
I clenched around him, my legs shaking, and buried my face in the pillow to muffle the cries I couldn’t control as I went over the edge. He didn’t let up, continuing his brutal pace. My lungs forgot how to work as all my focus narrowed on the almost overwhelming pleasure. Nearly as soon as my release faded, another began to build. I pushed my hips back into him, meeting his thrusts and urging him deeper. His hand released my hair and skimmed under my sleep shirt to capture my nipple, tormenting it between his fingers just hard enough to make me moan into the pillow as I came again, harder and wilder than the first.
After it faded, I sagged onto the floor, but he wasn’t done with me yet. He pulled out and flipped me onto my back, pushing my legs up to almost fold me in half. He entered me swiftly, slamming into me again, and pushed my shirt up enough to reveal my breasts. I couldn’t help noticing he kept my shirt covering the thick bandage on my chest, but I forced myself not to dwell on it. It was easier to forget when Lee’s mouth closed around my nipple, his fingers rolling the other—hard. I bit my lower lip, trying to stay quiet, but the coiling heat in me was almost too much.
“Lee,” I whispered raggedly. “Oh my gods.”
His mouth came off my nipple with a popping sound. “You look so pretty taking my cock,” he groaned, his dark eyes on mine.
His fingers stroked my clit again, and I slid my hands down to my nipples, rolling them hard like he had, my chest heaving.
“Fuck.” His sharp eyes were fixed on my hands on my breasts.
The heat coiled tighter and tighter, and I arched off the floor, my ankles around his neck. I felt like I was going to explode.
“I can’t,” I panted. “It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can,” he said through gritted teeth, “come for me again, Ember.”
My body obeyed, tipping me into an ecstasy that swallowed me whole. I bit down on my fist to contain my cries while lightning filled my veins, and it just kept coming. Lee groaned, something I didn’t catch, and shuddered as he thrust into me one more time, his cock pulsing. The shockwaves continued to rock through me for a few more seconds, and I whimpered around my fist.
For a moment, neither of us moved, breathing hard, and I did a quick scan with my eyes to make sure my powers weren’t making me glow. They weren’t, but I was prepared for it this time. Lee pulled out and gently lowered my legs. I couldn’t quite read the expression on his face as he got to his feet and held out his hands. I took them, and he pulled me upright, then crouched to sweep me into his arms. He carried me to the bed and laid me down before fetching the pillows from the floor. I watched him, my heart in my throat at the combination of his sudden tenderness and impassive expression. After he replaced the pillows, he slid still naked into the bed and pulled me against his chest. Both of our hearts were thundering.
“Are you ok?” he asked in a low voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Warmth swelled in my chest, startling me. “No, you didn’t.”
He propped himself up on his elbow to look at me, his face serious.
“I promise you didn’t hurt me,” I repeated, softer.
“I didn’t hurt your chest?” he pushed.
“No. I’m ok, Lee.”
He looked so worried I took his face in my hands and pulled him close to kiss him. He responded with a gentleness that was anything butcasual.Our lips broke apart, but our foreheads stayed pressed together.
