Page 188 of Starborn Husbands
He snaps his body on every thrust, taking me, carving himself into my insides until it hurts. He strokes my cock at the same time, and pleasure and pain meet in the middle, steeping my nerves in achy arousal.
His hand strokes, his hips drive forward with all his force. He pushes my left leg further back to get deeper.
Merrick shoves my hands away in a sudden move, and my legs fall. Brawny hands circle my wrists, pinning them overhead. He covers me with his larger body, his damp shirt collects more sweat. He takes me like he’s been starved of me. His snarly pants say,if I can’t have you, I might die.Merrick has to have me, as needy for me as I am for him.
“I’m gonna cum if you don’t?—”
“Cum. I want to see.” Merrick loves knowing he did this to me.
Pleasure dances through my veins, surrounded by him, the sweet scent of gardenias in the air. My body freezes and then jolts. Hot cum floods from my cock as he fills me, brimming with that unerring confidence I love so much about him.
My star shines, glowing bright enough to ache with the need to push my essence into him.
He pulls me off the table before I do, beaming his face off. I don’t dim my brightness—a naked glowing star right in the middle of the Guild temple. He knows what a star glowing like that means, but I want to say it anyway.
“I love you, Mair. You’re my other soulmate. I get two, fuck the rules.”
He smiles his rarest smile, one that’s soft and just for me. “I only have one, but I agree. Fuck the rules.”
EPILOGUE
Fuck, those jeans.
The streetlamp shines overhead, casting just enough glow to highlight the curve of Merrick’s ass in the dark-wash jeans I picked up for him at our last stop. Fuck, would I like to pull him off to the side of the road. Obviously, on the other side. I’m not going near where Atlanta dragged Gem off to.
Zhang’s on the phone. We took several wrong turns, and even though we’re on Earth, our destination isn’t something we can punch into Google Maps.
Atlanta and Gem saunter back. Atlanta spins Gem by his long-fingered hand, while Gemini hums a tune, his booted feet dancing where Atlanta leads him.
I’m jealous. I want to be that carefree and relaxed. Instead, I’m stuck in the back of a stuffy truck, horny, and bordering on hangry. I hop out on a mission.
“If you two are done catering to your dicks, some of us have real work to do,” I say, waving my hands around. I probably look crazy, but it’s their fault. They’re making me crazy. Am I really in for fifty years of this?
Merrick strides over, yanking me by the front of my jeans to mold me to his torso. “Don’t mind him, he’s horny.”
Heat creeps across my cheeks. “Merrick.”
“And hangry,” Zhang unhelpfully provides, sliding his phone into his pocket.
“I hate you both,” I say even though they’re one hundred percent correct, and I love that they know me so well.
Merrick climbs into the back with me and Gemini. Atlanta drives and Zhang sits up front in the passenger seat. “We’re not going to find this place tonight. Let’s find a diner and get food into Treyu before he does something he’ll regret,” Zhang reasons.
“That I’ll regret?”
“You’re about to go over my knee,” Zhang says.
“Or mine,” Atlanta adds.
“I’m the closest,” Merrick points out.
My jaw drops. “Three people can spank me, but only one for Gem?”
My brother glares in the rearview mirror. “Only my hands touch Gem’s ass. If anyone else tries, I remove the skin from their fingers and then their hands—in that order.”
Fine. What-the-fuck-ever.
Huffing, I sink into Merrick. He traces his fingers over the rune that sits where it should, on the right side of my neck. “Looks good,” he says.
