Page 63 of Wicked Ends
His eyes darken. “I can feel everything.” He grinds his hips against mine, letting me feel how hard he is. “Can you?”
Then he’s tugging down my bra, exposing my nipples before pushing my breasts together, sucking and biting them until I think I’m going to lose my mind. I can feel that my panties are soaked. He pulls away just long enough to strip off my jeans and underwear in a single movement. Snow hits my bare ass, shocking and cold, but his hand is on my cunt a second later, the contrast unbearably good. Ash’s hands are rough and hot as he spreads me open, and here’s an excitement in his eyes I haven’t seen before that makes my whole body clench in anticipation.
He takes his time looking at me, and he groans, then pushes two fingers into me without warning, curling them as he rubs his thumb over my clit. “So wet for me,” he grunts, like he’s angry about it. “You want to be caught.”
He adds a third finger, and I moan into the cold air, not caring who hears. Some primitive, feral part of me loves being pinned like this, at his mercy as he works me open with merciless efficiency.
He leans close, his lips on my ear. “I could make you come right now. Right here. And you’d beg for it, wouldn’t you?”
I want to deny it, but my hips give me away, grinding onto his hand. “You’re such a fucking bastard,” I manage.
He sneers. “That’s why you want me.”
I brace myself for the next thing Ash is about to do or say but instead, he removes his fingers and shoves my thighs wide, holding them open with his knees. For a second he just stares, greedy and hungry, and then he lowers his mouth to me and starts devouring my pussy like a starving animal, tongue flickingand plunging, teeth biting just enough to make me whine. The cold air stings my skin everywhere else, but his tongue is fiery hot.
I tangle my hands in his hair, not sure if I want to pull him closer or shove him away, but he’s got me pinned in place, arms wrapped around my thighs to hold me down. Every second I feel myself unraveling, every part of me aching for him, for more.
He knows it too.
Every time I think I can’t take more, he ups the intensity, forcing me to the edge and holding me there, refusing to let me come as he lifts his head and stares into my eyes.
“Say it,” Ash growls, his face inches from mine. “Say you want me.”
I bite down on my lip. “No.”
He smirks, the green of his eyes shining. “You’re a liar.”
He returns to my clit, tongue working in light circles, and I am so close to breaking I could scream. Finally, finally, he gives me enough to let me come, and when it crashes through me it’s like a wave, and lose all sense of time and space. I jerk against his face, and he just holds me tighter, devouring every bit of it, his stubble rough against my thighs.
After a moment, he lets go. My body is limp, and I’m about to say something, but he’s already thrusting his cock inside me in one slow, brutal stroke. He’s huge, and I gasp, the stretch sending aftershocks through my overworked nerves. Ash fucks me hard, no pretense, no gentleness, just pure need. Every thrust pushes me further into the snow, and I don’t care.
I want it. I want all of him.
It’s nothing like it is with the others. There’s no tenderness here, no playfulness, nothing careful and controlled. This is pure need, a claiming on both our parts. My body responds to his roughness, heat building low in my belly, spiraling outward with every thrust.
“Mine,” Ash growls against my ear, and I should hate it, should reject the possessive claim, but in this moment, with his body moving inside mine, I can’t bring myself to deny him.
I’m pretty sure I scream when I come again, the sound tearing out of my throat, uncontrollably. Ash keeps fucking me through it, never slowing, his hand gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him as he comes with a force that’s almost violent. I feel him throb inside me, and it feels hot and obscene and perfect.
We stay like that together on the ground, his weight heavy on top of me, both of us breathing hard. He doesn’t say anything at first, just pants into the crook of my neck. The reality of what we’ve done settles over us slowly, like the snow that’s starting to fall again from the night sky.
Ash rolls off me, helping me pull my clothes back into place. I sit up, running smoothing my hair back into place, suddenly unsure what to say. The heat of the moment is fading, leaving behind questions I’m not ready to answer.
“That was...” I trail off, unable to find the right word.
“Inevitable,” Ash supplies, buttoning his pants. He looks at me, his expression unreadable in the darkness. “You knew it would happen, eventually.”
Maybe I did.
There’s always been something between us, a pull I couldn’t explain or resist, more than just the blood mark. But now that we’ve crossed this line, everything feels more complicated. I have Drake, who’s fighting to stay in this world. Lucien, whose instincts are at odds with his growing feelings for me. Soren, who’s bound to me in ways neither of us fully understand yet. And now Ash.
What does this make us? Enemies with benefits? I think of Abigail’s locket, think about history repeating itself, about cycles of betrayal and desire.
“We should get back. It’s late.” His voice sounds normal enough, but his eyes still look at me like he wants more. Like he’ll never have enough.
We don’t touch as we make our way through the dark woods, but I can feel him there, a new awareness along with the connection we have through the mark. Not to mention that my pussy is still throbbing, and I’m hyperaware of the wetness between my legs.
Whatever this is, whatever we’ve started tonight, there’s no going back. All I can do is move forward and hope I don’t lose myself along the way.
