Page 8 of My Defiant Mate
This isn't like last night. Last night was a storm, a primal claiming born of shock and instinct. This is worship. He's slow, methodical, learning my body with his mouth. His tongue traces the length of me, a lazy, deliberate lap that makes my hips jerk. He hums against me, a low, pleased rumble that vibrates straight up my spine, and he takes me deeper. His hands aren't idle; they slide to my ass, fingers digging into the flesh, lifting me, tilting me to give him better access. He owns me in this moment, and I am terrifyingly okay with it.
He licks and sucks with a focused intensity that makes me feel like I'm the only thing that exists in his world. He finds the sensitive vein along the underside, worrying it with his teeth just enough to make me gasp his name. He swirls his tongue around the head, slick and rough at once, and a pathetic whimper escapes my lips.
"So good," he murmurs against my skin. "You taste like you were made for me, Toby. Sweet and perfect."
"Jionni, I can't—" I'm close, pathetically close already. My control, usually my strongest asset, is a distant memory. I'm unraveling against the wall of a rule-breaker's dorm room, and all I can think ismore.
He pulls back, just an inch, his breath a hot caress against my wet skin. His grey eyes are blown wide, dark with feral devotion. "Let go, Toby. I've got you. Show me how you come apart when your alpha takes care of you."
He takes me back into his mouth, deeper this time, his throat working as he swallows, and that's it. I shatter.
My control doesn't just break, it atomizes. My orgasm rips through me, stealing the air from my lungs as my release floods his mouth, hot and thick, my body convulsing against his hold. I cry out, a raw, broken sound that's completely unlike me. "You taste like mine," he growls against me, swallowing again, not letting a single drop go to waste. "God, you taste perfect." He doesn't stop. He keeps sucking, his mouth a relentless, perfect prison, pulling the last waves of my orgasm from me until I'm completely undone, a shuddering mess.
His grip on my hips is the only thing keeping me on my feet as my knees give out, my entire body boneless and spent. When he finally, slowly, releases me, I'm gasping for air, my mind a blissful, empty space filled only with the echo of his name.
He rises with a fluid grace, his dick hard and jutting from between his legs, slick with precum. He corners me against the wall, his body caging mine, and kisses me. It's a deep, thorough kiss, and I taste myself on his tongue.
"Now do you believe me? This isn't just—"
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
The sound is sharp, authoritative. It shatters the moment like a rock through glass.
"RA Henderson. Surprise room inspection!"
I freeze, ice spreading through me. Henderson. Here. Now.
Jionni's whole body changes. His jaw clenches, his eyes narrow to slits, and for a second, he looks like he might tear the door off its hinges. He shoves my clothes into my arms.
"Bathroom," he hisses. "Now. Don't make a sound."
He pushes me toward the small, connected door. I stumble inside just as another, more insistent knock sounds. The door clicks shut behind me, and I'm plunged into near-darkness, trapped in the tiny bathroom. I'm clutching my clothes, my heart hammering so hard I'm sure Henderson can hear it through the wall.
I hear the rustle of fabric—Jionni pulling on clothes—then the main door creaks open.
"Mr. Alarie." Henderson's voice. Disapproving. "Sleeping in? It's nearly nine."
"It's Saturday," Jionni says. His tone is carefully neutral, but I can hear the steel underneath. "No classes."
"Hmm." A pause. I can picture Henderson's beady eyes sweeping the room, searching for any violation. "Quite the mess you have here."
"I wasn't expecting company."
"Clearly." The disdain in his voice is a physical thing. "You're aware of the cleanliness standards outlined in your housing agreement, I assume?"
"I'll tidy up," Jionni bites out.
"See that you do." I hear footsteps. Henderson is walking around the small room. My breath catches in my throat. "I've received multiple complaints about noise from this room. Music, at all hours. It's disruptive to the academic environment we strive to maintain."
"I'll keep it down."
"You've been warned before, Mr. Alarie. By your RA, I believe? Mr. Song-Gi has filed several reports."
My stomach plummets. I press a hand to my mouth, terrified a sound might escape.
"Toby and I worked it out," Jionni says.
"Did you." Henderson's tone could cut glass. "How convenient."
