Page 30 of Sweet Violence
How did I feel to my mates, I wondered? Like hatred and fear and knife-sharp hope?
Taj pressed his fingertips into my hips, angling me up into him and making my whole body jolt at the new sensations. I bit my lip, desperate to cry out, to curse, to scream, wanting this to continue forever. He felt so fucking good inside me, but more than that, the brush of his silken skin over me, the heat of him burning into my body, the huff of his panting breaths … I wanted to hold onto them, collect them like postcards of memories. I wanted to burn this moment into my mind forever.
Taj's eyes screwed shut, and he bowed over me, driving deeper. His lips found mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth with a desperation that made me clutch him tighter, dragging another shudder from him. I'd never seen him like this before. I liked it a little too much.
I groaned into his mouth when the pad of his thumb found my clit, heightening my pleasure until I was gasping too, heat rushing through my whole body. Jesus fuckingshit, I could get addicted to this. I couldn't even be mad about the fifth mate bond sitting in my chest; I couldn't deny I wanted him, fiercely guarding that secret even from myself. It felt unbalanced to have the others as my mates without Taj, like a gnawing emptiness.
I'd be pissed about it later; now I just held him tight as he filled me with long, rolling strokes, pushing me right to the edge. He knew it, maybe sensed it through the new bond, because he pressed firmer circles into my clit, angling his thumb just right to send me hurtling into a climax with a long moan. Like he knew my body as well as I did.
My eyes slammed shut as he fucked me through the devastating grip of my release, keeping his pace steady and only lightening the pressure on my clit when I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, tugging.
This had absolutely no right to be more powerful than the way he fucked me last time. No right at all.
I could barely catch my breath, and my body broke out in chills when lips burned the hollow of my throat, kissing up my neck as Taj's hips crashed into me, sending him deeper. A choked sound caught in his throat and shivered across my skin as his lips fastened to my neck.
My back ached. A second orgasm hovered, tightening me around his length. I kept my legs locked around him, pressing fingernails into his shoulder blades as I gasped for air.
Heat crawled over my whole body, making me ultra-sensitive where Taj writhed against me, like he was stroking me both inside and outside.
I choked on a rough curse when I came, this time even more powerful than the first, my body shaking beneath his, fire razing my senses until all I could feel was Taj, thrusting deep and filling me with heat as my muscles contracted powerfully. Each spasm made my eyes roll, my arms locked around Taj as he roared and—
And sank his teeth into my neck, just below where be bit me before, when he fucked me against the wall. The pain sent me soaring higher, until I was gasping for breath, clinging to him like a raft in a storm.
It took meforeverto come back down, my head floating and aftershocks making me flutter around Taj's cock, dragging low groans from where his teeth were still buried in my throat. Like he refused to stop claiming me.
Panting, I uncurled my fingers from his back, and wondered if I'd left half-moon scratches in his skin. He certainly markedme. My neck throbbed, a painful echo, and I winced when he withdrew his sharp teeth, pulling back to look at the mark he left on my throat. His eyes were justbarelylighter than the near-black from before.
Languid and relaxed, I jumped when rough fingers grabbed my chin, digging in so hard I practically felt the bruises forming.
"Well, that lasted long," I sighed, melting into the mattress, completely satisfied, but still glaring at the bastard hovering over me.
"If youever," he snarled, throaty and deep, "pull any shit like that disappearing act again, I'll fucking kill you."
I scoffed. "Why do you bastards think I chose to be kidnapped? They put a metal band around my head and shocked me until my brain turned to mush, andthenthey cut me apart, andthenmy dad turned up and thought it would be fun to gut me like a fuckingfish. If you think anyone would choose that to happen to them, you're out of your damn mind, Taj Amora."
A blast went through my soul, like the fiery new bond had detonated between us, and Taj trembled above me, his eyes flashing full of black fire. Flames actually leaked from his eyes, trailing onto his high cheekbones as he panted, every breath coming out with a growl.
He tilted my head with the cruel grip on my chin, peering so deep into my eyes that my heart jolted with fear. There were things I didn't want anyone to see, secrets I kept even from myself, but it felt like he flayed my soul open and now he saw all.
"Are you … getting hard again?" I asked, a laugh bubbling up my throat.
"Yes," he replied in a dark voice, drawing his cock out of me an inch before slamming back inside, bringing all my nerves back to life. I lit up like a damn Christmas tree, reaching for him again.
"Because … you're angry?" I clarified.
"Murderous," he agreed, cold tripping down my spine at his tone. "Get up."
"Huh?"
I must have taken a second too long because he withdrew, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over, dragging my ass up and spearing me on his cock in one rough movement.
"Oh, holy fuck!" I screeched when he set a brutal pace, like he was punishing me for being tortured to death and brought back from the brink. I twisted my fingers in the sheet under me, and jumped when claws raked across my hips, dragging me back to meet every furious thrust.
His cock didn't expand within me, didn't grow to crazy thick proportions, but he must have partially shifted because those were definitely claws on my skin. My head still spun a little at the shift from desperation to blinding rage, but I wasn't complaining about the pleasure that exploded inside me, another orgasm bearing down on me like a twenty-foot wave.
Taj didn't let up his cruel pace for a second, crashing into me with force and fire. I screamed when I came, the sound bouncing off the high walls of my room, followed by Taj's monstrous roar. He didn't sink his teeth into me this time, but I still felt the claiming as he throbbed inside me. The fucker hadn't used a condom, of course. Good thing I was on birth control, or there'd be a mini circle running around.
Taj paused above me, his body arched over mine and cock softening inside me. Claws became soft fingertips on my hips, and he hissed, so soft I could have almost missed it, "The only person who gets to torture you is me."
