Текст книги "Jace"

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Sloane

“No!” My nails clawed at his skin, trying to gain a strong enough grip, but I was never going to be strong enough to stop him from what he needed to do.

“Sloane…” Tears formed, then beaded in my eyes, burning their way out. “Sloane!”

At his bark, I went perfectly still.

The wailing sirens followed us while the SUV bounced and rocked as we entered a huge concrete tunnel. The daylight disappeared, and the vehicle headlights came on, the sounds of sirens fading.

It was dark inside the SUV, and safe, but Jace’s arms were the safest place in the world.

I breathed his woody scent in, letting it fill my lungs, glorying in the sensation of his strong arms around me.

A week ago, I’d been a rational beta. No, I reasoned, I’d never been a beta. I’d always been an omega waiting on a trigger, and oh, how I’d found it. I’d seen both sides, the horror of men like Snake, the corrupt Dawn Agency, and in the most unexpected of places, I’d found this beautiful saviour. I sensed complexity lurking beneath his rough façade. His mention of his sister had been vague, but there was both pain and love there.

The old part of me wanted to cling to logic, to shy away from the instincts threatening to overwhelm me, yet my instincts were the only thing an omega could and should trust. After Snake had his hands on me, I understood that even as my body might respond, my mind retained enough cognisance to differentiate between choice and biology.

Snake was a sick twist of biology.

Jace was a conscious choice working with my omega nature, and the outcome was so very different in every way.

I’d run from his home blindly. When I came down, there would be time to question the scythe that had been taken to my well founded beliefs. The Dawn Agency, alphas, our own government, and the corruption that appeared to run deep… I couldn’t go back to the old me, that person did not exist, nor could I begin to understand all Jace’s reasons for helping omegas the way he did, but I wanted to. I wanted to lift the cover up and learn so much more about this man.

“Bite me,” I begged. “Mark me, I want you to.”

A growl was his answer, and it had the same compulsion as his bark. I hung limp in his hold, his to do with whatever he pleased, only he wasn’t doing anything and I needed him to.

“Look at you, beautiful,” he said, eyes luminous in the darkness. The dashboard lights were just enough for me to see features, but even that little bit broke me. The glisten of blood on his lower lip, the swelling and darkening skin to his jaw and right cheekbone, his hair dishevelled from the fight.

One big hand reached to cup my cheek, the thumb brushing over my skin in a way that was almost reverent. I blinked through the tears that wanted to fall and yet were somehow trapped. “Bite me,” I whispered, confused, feeling like my gut was being ripped out when he wouldn’t do this for me.

He didn’t want an omega, he was just saving me from Snake. That knowledge broke me a little more.

“Don’t fucking ask me to do that, baby,” he said. “Not now. We’re not safe yet, and the only way I’m biting you is when I’m buried in your pussy and you’re fisting around my knot.”

I groaned, and a great gush of slick poured out in answer. He grabbed a handful of my hair, face stark and terrifyingly beautiful in the gloom of the vehicle, while I gloried in his handling of me, heart thudding. There had been a moment when Snake was holding my legs apart, inspecting me, that I had seen my worst future. Fear, so visceral that it left me cold and dead inside, had gripped me then. Now it was hope blooming as I hung in my alpha’s arms.

Jace wasn’t telling me no, only telling me to wait. But I didn’t want to wait.

He had come for me. He’d beaten a man for putting his hands on me. It had been brutal, and yet I rejoiced in everything about it. This savage man, this beautiful god, was going to be mine.

If he wasn’t going to bite me, I was going to bite him.

I was going to claim him, and I wasn’t prepared to wait.

My head turned to the side, lips finding his wrist, kissing, nipping, then I rubbed my cheek against his firm flesh.

He groaned, weakening, grip loosening a fraction before tightening again. Then his lips were on mine, hot, hungry, sucking at my lower lip, our teeth clashing and tongues tangling as we tried to consume each other.

“For fuck’s sake!” came from the front.

I didn’t bloody care. My hands were on his buckle, and my focus on what was separating me from my prize was absolute. I needed him inside me, and I needed him now.

He tore his mouth from mine, trailing hot kisses across my cheek and down my throat. I tugged at his belt, gasping in joy as my fingers closed around his rigid cock, then growled as I tried to open my legs farther, straining to get firm flesh where I needed it, deep inside me. His teeth nipped at my throat, taunting me, his hands under my arse helping to lift, putting my pussy right over him.

His tip snagged my entrance, and I sobbed in joy as he impaled me in a single savage thrust. Nails raking his bare chest, I put my lips to his throat and bit.

“Fuck!” he growled, reaching to cup the back of my head, even as he clamped an arm around my waist, pinned me still, and slammed up into me from below. I bit harder, tasting blood, feeling it pool in my mouth and trickle out. He continued the brutal fucking, slamming up into me so hard that my pussy began fluttering with the onset of a climax.

“Take my knot,” he snarled into my ear. “Take all of my knot, baby.”

I didn’t have a choice. The power, as he hammered into me, was the perfect remedy for my fears. I craved everything about the connection, and I wanted it all.

His knot was swelling, I could feel it growing with every deep thrust, his hand bruising on my waist, and I fucking loved everything about that too.

“Good girl, mark your alpha, and he’s going to fill your needy little pussy all up with his cum.” That hot whispered growl, the dark car, the flashing illumination flickering over us, the roar of the engine smothering our gasps and groans, and the rough passage of the road beneath us, it all cast an otherworldly spell over the moment.

My lips popped off his throat as my climax tore through me, pussy convulsing in heavenly waves around his knot. He slammed deep and stilled, mouth seeking and finding mine, swallowing up my mewling cries of joy as a hot flood poured deep inside me, and my pussy locked down tight, squeezing, gripping, encouraging yet more of his seed. Here, right here, as we swallowed each other’s cries of ecstasy, the taste of blood and the rich scent of pheromones saturating the air, I found a new home.

I found where I belonged.

Messy, dirty, rough, I felt like I’d gone through an apocalypse and found a shattered and yet perfect peace on the other side. As his lips left mine, I blinked up at him, hearing the wild beat of my heart thudding through my ears, and there, deep inside, the pulse of his cock. He growled, grinding me down onto him, drawing me closer into him. My nose pressed to the crook of his neck, where my starved lungs could be filled with his comforting scent.

He purred, and it sapped the last of my energy, leaving me boneless and blissed out. Shifting again, he drew me even closer, like he was trying to meld me to him, strong arms providing a cage inside which I was safe, warm skin taking the chill from me.

My pussy clenched in a little spasm, and I felt the cum leak out around his knot.

“Feels like you’re wasting a lot, omega,” he said, lips beside my ear. “You know what happens to naughty omegas who waste their alpha’s seed?”

I shuddered, and my pussy squeezed again as if to taunt him into telling me. I gave my head a little shake. He looked at me then, and something else seemed to stare out at me. His eyes were darker, almost black, but a fire lit within them, flickering restlessly. I was prey in the path of a predator and he had me in his sights, but I wanted to be there. I wanted to be seen, to be held, to be claimed. As if reading my mind, he continued.

“They get rutted, claimed, and filled all up again. Expect to spend a lot of time locked on my knot. I’m going to feed you my cum. I’m going to bite and mark you all over your hot little body. Then I’m going to smear my cum over you until every breath you take is saturated with me and only me.”

“Please,” I said. “I want you to.”

Here, shattered, broken down, turned inside out, and stuffed full of cock and knot, I had no sense of worry or fear.

But the peace was gone a heartbeat later as a brutal contraction tore through my womb. My pussy squeezed so violently that it pushed out his knot, his cock slipping free, a great gush of cum and slick pouring out.

“Fuck!” someone growled, only it wasn’t Jace.

Jace growled back, savage, full of rattling menace at the other males in the car, males he’d tolerated before but wasn’t now.

Another savage contraction, and then pinpricks bathed the surface of my skin.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” the other voice growled. “Punch it, for fuck’s sake. She’s going into heat.”

12

Sloane

I was on fire, burning from within, but it wasn’t a painful thing. Instead, everything extraneous was burned away and there was only him.

“Jace…” I whispered.

“Got you, babe.”

And he did, scooping me up and pulling me out of the car, marching me straight over to the elevator and punching the button.

“We’ll…stay back here,” Dane said, not moving away from the car. “Hold down the fort and…”

“No one comes up to my floor, no one but Ma, not unless there’s a nuclear attack or something.”

“Got it, boss,” Ryder ground out, looking very, very pale. “I’ve got a little beta I need to update anyway.”

That should’ve meant something to me, somehow I knew, but it wasn’t making sense right now. There was only him, who held me tight as we swept into the elevator, his dense woody scent filling the carriage as we got inside. Then ding, ding, ding, up the floors we climbed, until we reached a familiar floor. I didn’t inspect his space this time, just grabbing the hospital gown I’d been given and ripping it off, the buttons skittering across the tiles.

“Omega…” He purred the word, a dark prince happy with the actions of his subject, approving. “I’m going to mark you.”

“Yes.”

“Claim you.”

“Yes, yes, I need that, Jace.”

“And breed your tight little cunt. You’ll swell with everything I give you.” He paused before me, his bare chest gleaming. “You’ll be mine and only mine.”

He stopped for a minute, something I should have taken more notice of, but right then, I was a candle and I needed him to blow me out. I was on fire with need for him, a small whine escaping me as his hands went to his belt, making short work of it until it came free. Material, a barrier I couldn’t tolerate, was pushed aside until brown skin was revealed, making something clench down hard inside me. So by the time he shoved all the way out and his beautiful cock sprang free, I was rigid. I couldn’t move closer, couldn’t touch him, my fingers caught in some kind of cramp.

But I didn’t need to. He swept in, wrapped those massive hands around my arms, and everything inside me turned to liquid fire that followed the broad sweep of his hands up and down my body. Finally, he picked me up and laid me reverently down on the bed, and there he stood, staring at me, a slow grin forming as my body writhed, aching again, my thighs sliding open.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful…” he said, his voice ragged. There he was, so freaking tall, broad, and when his hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a few methodical strokes, thick. The tiny part of me that remained of the old Sloane looked upon this bounty and was a little worried, but my instincts shushed that. I was made for taking him, I knew that deep in my bones. My cunt gushed slick, signalling that readiness.

“The way this works…” He was trying to calmly inform me of the process, but he was hanging by a string too. I heard the shake in his voice, saw it in his hands, the effort it took to keep him back. “I need to claim all of you and you need to claim all of me. I won’t get soft or stop unless you tell me to.”

My thighs rubbed together at that, needing something, anything, and his mind was completely derailed by that. His eyes shone coal black as he stared at me, making me prolong and slow down the gesture. It was a seductive come-hither, or at least that was what it felt like, but he was the alpha so he shook his head.

“I’ll need to come in your mouth.” I nodded at that, feeling saliva pool in readiness. I could almost taste that salty sweetness. “I’ll need to knot your pussy again. Fill you with my cum.” My hand slid down, ready to cup my pubic mound, but he growled his displeasure at that. “And I’ll need to take your arse.”

I went quite still, staring down at that massive throbbing length with trepidation now where there had only been heat, but confusingly, that hadn’t entirely gone. Part of me could feel that burn, that stretch beyond anything I’d ever experienced before, making me feel full, fuller. I let out a little whimper, all my ambivalence there and more, but he just smiled.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna enjoy teasing you open so fucking much.”

He got on the bed, covering me with his body, and I needed that so much. My hand went up, burying itself in his hair, and his eyes closed for a second as I stroked my hands through it. They stayed like that as I traced the harsh planes of his face, a little broken and bruised from the fight, but underlying were features I knew now that I’d long to look upon for the rest of my days. This was what it was like, the way it worked for us—no doubts, no worries, no growing apart. What we were about to do would lock us together forever. I’d hated the idea of a heat when I’d heard about it in sex ed, but experiencing it… I smiled as I undulated under him, already wanting to feel the pulse of his body against mine. His eyes snapped open, those dark depths staring down at me, into me, then he smiled.

“You’re getting needy.”

“Yes, Jace, so much. I need—”

He silenced me with a kiss.

“I know.” This was said softly, quietly, and I could see it, the tenuous link between us about to be locked down. “I know exactly what you need, and I’m gonna give it to you, always.”

And with that, he kissed me, the faintest press of his lips, ones I felt like I could drop down into and drown, but we were too restless with the instincts that rode us to settle for that. Our mouths moved, taking a little bit more and a little bit more again, until our kiss was open-mouthed and messy, full of lashing tongues and biting teeth. Then he took my bottom lip between his, sucking it until it was swollen and then letting it go.

“I need you now,” he said, all mischief gone, only naked heat.

“Yes…” I hissed. “Yes!”

But I didn’t need to demand or cajole. For the first time in my life, I had everything I needed. His mouth on my neck, tracing every inch of the sensitive skin there, nipping, sucking, but not doing what I knew he needed to. I started to shift under him, restless, but a big hand pushed me back onto the bed.

“You want my fangs.”

“Yes, yes, need, Jace.”

“Soon, Sloane.” His voice was warm, gentle but firm, really, really firm. There was no arguing with him, and hence, I settled back against the mattress. “But I need to do this right, give you what you need, not what you think you want.” His eyes met mine, a reassuring brown now. “I’ll always give you what you need. Always.”

He watched me as best as he could as his kisses trailed downwards, mapping the slope of my breast, those cruel fingers finding one aching nipple as his lips found the other. He pinched one hard, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure-pain down inside me, my cunt clenching wildly as it felt like he tugged my clit along with it. But the other? It was all soft teasing brushes, his stubble the only harsh part, just passing those full satiny lips over the hard bead in the lightest of caresses, until I was screaming with frustration.

“What do you need, Sloane?” he asked and I responded with a guttural cry, but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words.”

Sounds garbled in my throat, messy and ill-formed as my brain tried to process the warring feelings. I searched for words, because that was what he’d demanded, just persisting in barely touching one breast with frustratingly light touches before tugging the other one roughly, creating fireworks of sensation. Then I found it, my focus crystallised on the one word.

“More!”

“That’s my girl,” he said before his head swooped down, his other hand circling my breast, squeezing it so the nipple popped up high and tight and ready for him. Then he took it, sucking it into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before suckling it over and over. My whole body stiffened as his fingers did the same on the other side, teasing me with rolling sensations that washed throughout me entirely.

“You’re sensitive there,” he said in approval, a boyish grin on his face. “When this is over, I want a day of just lying in here, teasing them, marking these fucking gorgeous tits, seeing if I can make you come by just playing with them.”

“Yes,” I forced out, the fire burning hotter inside me now. “Yes, more!”

He just chuckled as his head dropped lower, kisses scattered across my abdomen, my hip bones. They were sweet and made me shiver, my cunt clenching hard, so hard the closer we got. It knew what we needed, and while all this sweetness was nice, it wasn’t it. My tummy didn’t burn for him, my pussy did.

“More…” I reached for his head, tangling my fingers in his hair, trying to push him lower, but a chuckle came in response. He looked up at me, over the top of my mound, and grinned.

“Am I teasing you, omega? Do you need it hard and deep, not soft and sweet?”

“Yes!” I kept panting that, over and over.

“You might regret asking for that,” he said, then grabbed my hips and flipped me over. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful. All this creamy skin.”

His hand slid up and down my spine, and I tried to follow it, but those hands, they locked down upon me, holding me still, then pushing my thighs open wider.

“I fucking love you like this. I love staring into your eyes as I tease your tight little nipples, but this?” His fingers swept through my folds, collecting slick, and I cried out when I finally got a tiny taste of what I needed. “This is us stripped back, honest, and open to each other. Your cunt, she tells me exactly what she needs.” And to my shock, he traced the length of my seam before sliding two fingers either side of my clit, forcing the hood to shift back and forth.

“God, yes, Jace. Yes!”

The fire that burned inside me flared so much harder now, and sweat covered my skin, making every inch of me slick.

“She needs me, doesn’t she?”

There was a challenge in his tone, but I had no way to meet it. My answer was a mumbled yes into the pillow as he worked his fingers back and forth, until my hips shifted, trying to catch those fingers where I ached the most, which made the hand on my hip lock down hard.

“You’re being naughty, Sloane,” he rumbled.

God, I felt that all the way through me.

“I’m gonna give you everything you need and a little bit more, but you need to be patient.”

Then I wondered if I’d done something very, very wrong. His hands pulled away before he did, until all there was only me, arse in the air, cunt clenching on nothing, distressingly empty and alone.

“Jace…”

“I know what’s best for you, Sloane. I know.” His voice broke slightly on that, a hint of rawness, of lack of control, and my heart sang in response. I felt him settle back on the bed and heard the sound of a bottle cap being popped. “I know how to make this good for you, not hurt, how to make you mine, all mine. Not all alphas bother, driven mad by heat, by your scent, by your slick.”

Fingers slid into me, right where I needed them, my body instantly responding, pushing back, taking those thick digits as far as they could go, but he pulled them free, then I heard the sound of sucking. I looked over my shoulder and saw him licking them clean with the heavy hooded eyes of a predator looming over his kill.

“A bastard alpha takes,” he insisted. “Uses an omega, exploits all her instincts and rapes her, right as her body and her heart is opening.”

For a second, he blinked, as if his words meant more to him than me, but they didn’t. I stared into his eyes, saw Snake overlaid on top of him momentarily, and shivered. It could have been his bar I’d stumbled into, his touch that had awakened me, and I thanked whatever god had sent me here that it wasn’t.

“Jace…” I barely whispered his name, but his focus snapped instantly back to me.

He held out a thin tapered length of silicon, a broad flange at the base, and I knew what it was. Never used one myself, hence the anxious whine, but he just rubbed a hand over my hips, stroking me, soothing me, before pulling away to apply lube to the tip, then some on his fingers.

“I’m going to lick your cunt now, Sloane. No.” He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. “I’m gonna devour it, but while I’m driving you fucking nuts, getting you ready to come all over me, I’m gonna start opening you up, slip this in, probably need a larger size before we’re through, and work it in and out of your tight little arse while you come.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, smiling like the cat who’d got the cream.

“You want that, omega?”

“Yes.”

I said the word because the fire was roaring so hot now, it threatened to consume me, and if I didn’t, I felt like I’d burn up entirely. My cunt twitched frantically in response to the pictures he drew inside my head, and my arse clenched too. A hitherto never felt before ache in a part of my body I’d never experienced before became a twin for the one in my pussy, wanting and needing him. I nodded as he showed me the lubed fingers right before he brushed them over the tight muscular ring, a contact he maintained as he twisted, lying down on the bed as he got underneath me, pulling my hips down on top of him when he was settled.

“That’s it,” he purred. “Ride my face, Sloane. I want your slick coating me.”

And with a kind of willingness I’d never have managed as a beta, I did, pressing my aching seam to his face, only to feel his tongue flick out.

This became a dance of sorts. I shifted above him, pressing down when his tongue slid inside me, while he sucked lewdly at my slick, pulsing that mobile length in and out of me until I was begging for something more. As two, then three, then four fingers were pushed in, giving me the closest thing to the burn of a knot, I pulled back slightly to let him lick my clit in long, slow strokes. Then, as he got faster, as his lips closed around my clit, sucking it in rippling great pulls of his mouth, I moved with him, right up until his other fingers pushed inside my arse.

I was probably smothering him, my whole body locking down, jamming hard against his face as I felt those thick fingers pierce me where I was not yet used to it. My eyes snapped open, going wide and staring as my body fought to understand what was happening.

Good or bad, pain or pleasure, wanted or hated, I wasn’t entirely sure, feeling the frantic slurp of Jace’s mouth in counterpoint with the finger pushing deeper and deeper, until my body decided for me.

Good, so fucking good. Sharp spiky pleasure tore through me, making my legs tremble and my body shake as a feeling of utter rightness came with it. I let out a long cry of pleasure, tearing through the quiet of the room and allowing something else in. The finger was removed, right as my body began to twitch, and something softer yet less yielding was pushed in instead, filling me. In, in, in it came, filling me deeper than I’d ever felt, and somehow, that was right. I understood what he needed because I needed it too—to be utterly consumed by him in every way.

“Jace, I’m gonna come,” I gasped out, right as the plug found its home, and his spare hands now gripped my hips as he redoubled his efforts. His tongue was everywhere, flicking, lashing, sucking, curling, driving me fucking insane, until a shower of the most perfect pleasure broke over me, raining down over every nerve ending.

I called his name over and over, with each body shaking pulse that both blew my fucking mind and had me going back for more, because this was not one and done. Whatever we did just seemed to fan the fires higher, and when I finally prised myself off him, there was a curious humming song filling my body, directing my limbs. I shoved my head down, my lips crashing down on his, tasting myself on them, even as I sought the tongue that had given me so much pleasure. It was him, tensing and shifting under me now as I kissed my way down, teasing those little, surprisingly sensitive nipples before I got where I needed. He got up on his elbows, wanting to watch every second as I licked his cock from root to tip.

“Fuck, Sloane, I’m ready. Just suck me and I’ll come down your throat.” I grinned, then continued to slowly, carefully reacquaint my tongue with every inch of him. “Omega…”

That came out as a low growl, and it felt like a hand on the back of my neck, pushing my head down, but I resisted. I held his cock away from his body, tracing the crown now with the tip of my tongue.

“Suck my dick, omega…” he rumbled, but there was no real heat in it, not like there was in me. I stared at him as I lapped the pre-cum leaking from the tip away. “You want my taste.” There, there was some of that famous alpha bark, the order biting down twice as hard because what he said was true, so I relented by wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and sucking.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he shouted. “Your mouth is like fucking velvet. Sloane, so good, baby. So fucking hot.” His hips bucked upwards, trying to make me take more, but I did as he had, riding those waves and not allowing them to dictate my pace, while my hands slid down farther until I reached that swollen knot.

I knew exactly how that’d feel, my pelvis flexing to let him in, then fullness, so much fullness. I’d be caught on the spike of his lust, of his love.

I paused for a second, wondering where the hell that word came from as my fingers tightened, squeezing his knot in a way that felt brutal, but he just groaned in appreciation. The L word tumbled around in my mind as I took him deeper into my mouth, and combined with the salty sweet taste of him, I had a realisation. This was more than instincts, than our designations, than being thrown together by some hormonal glitch. Jace let out a long, frustrated groan as I pulled my lips off him and looked down his body.

He was muscular perfection, exactly the kind of alpha betas came trawling for on a Saturday night, but that wasn’t it. He could soften, all that muscle disappear, and I still wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I continued to stroke him absently as I stared, until Jace’s eyes opened.

“Baby?”

It was that, all the sweetness in amongst the growl that had me stilling, my hand sliding down, then squeezing hard around his knot. His mouth fell open, his breath coming in frantic little pants, and despite the fact I could feel his cock throbbing, he didn’t push me. I remembered Snake’s little speech, the words sending shivers up my spine, but not for long. I couldn’t stay in the past, only be here in the present, with him.

“I…”

The part of my brain that formed words and put together sentences was offline, so it was a struggle, something he marked with a softening expression. He reached for me, ready to haul me up and in his arms, but that was for later, I knew that. Once we were done, once I’d experienced the ache of his bite in my neck, and that, that forced me back to the task at hand. I stopped teasing him, swallowing him down as far as I could as I swivelled my palm around the base of his cock, twitching my fingers in a way I was sure replicated my cunt when he was buried in it. A spurt of slick oozed out at that, telling me how much I needed that, but this first. My throat ached, not with the burden of sucking him off, but with a thirst only he could satisfy, my head moving faster, deeper, my lips suctioning tighter.

“Jesus, Sloane, I can’t take much more. Suck my cum, baby, suck it down, let me mark you as mine in every way I can. That’s it, love. Oh fuck, I’m close!” A hand went to my skull, caressing it gently, rewarding me for my efforts, until finally, every muscle in his body went tense.

“I’m coming…”

That was all the warning I got as he shot rope after rope of cum into my mouth, my throat working frantically to swallow every bit, but I wasn’t successful. I pulled away, felt some had leaked out, and then swiped the side of my mouth, collecting it and sucking it from my fingers.

“Fuck…”

I wanted him to look at me like this always, those eyes soft and now brown and filled with something so sweet, so intense, it made it hard to hold his stare. He looked at me like I were the most beautiful thing in the world, like I was all he’d ever need, and my heart thrashed wildly inside my chest at the thought of it. As I blinked, my gaze falling away, he dragged me close, tucking me up against his body before nudging my chin up so he could bury his nose in my neck.

“That was fucking amazing. I’ve never… I thought my balls were gonna explode with it. You feel so fucking good, Sloane, it just about tears my fucking head off.” Then a kiss was placed on the curve of my neck, forcing me to move restlessly underneath him. “But we’re not done.”

There he was. The dark prince was back, and he was planning all of the decadent things.

“Need to rut you, baby. Need to tug on that little butt plug as I drive my cock deep, force your little rosebud to open and close over it. I need it, Sloane.” He pulled back, staring down at me for a few frantic heartbeats. “I need you.”

“Need you too,” I squeaked out. “So much. Jace, I need—”

“Shh…” he said, stroking a hand down my back. “I know. I fucking know.”