“Don’t,” she said softly. “Please don’t. You said not to bring him here with us and you’re doing it.”
He realized his hold on her had gone from rough to brutal. His hips had gone savage, driving deep and hard, over and over like a piston. She hadn’t fought him or tried to escape; instead, she lifted her hips to meet each thrust, helping him to go even deeper. Her hand touched his face, fingers smoothing the fury from his features.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he bit out between his teeth.
She didn’t hesitate. “You, Aleksei. I belong to you.”
“Who do I belong to?” he demanded, his body jolting hers with every deep stroke.
Her eyes softened. Moved over his face. There was a hint of possession in her soft features. A hint that liked where she belonged even if she didn’t know it yet. Again she didn’t hesitate. “Me. Aleksei, you belong to me.”
His woman was mixed up, but she was willing to be straightened out. He had to let it go. He wasn’t the kind of man to let another poaching on his territory go, but it had to be done. He just hadn’t figured out how yet. He wanted to kill Gary Daratrazanoff. He wanted to have a few words with the reigning prince about what he should have done and what his mistake had cost all of them. Most of all he wanted to believe the woman he had his cock buried so deeply in. Surrounding him with heaven.
He took her up fast and hard, keeping his eyes on her face, wanting to watch the helpless pleasure on her face as she came apart. He loved that dazed look in her eyes and he kept moving in her, not allowing her to come down, feeding that fire so one orgasm ran into the next and she turned into his little cat. Writhing. Claws raking, her body demanding. Her hips rising to meet his, her need and hunger etched into her beautiful face. He loved that. Loved it.
She gave him her surrender three times, and he watched each time. Feeling it. Satisfaction. Knowing he gave that to her. Knowing the addiction was every bit as strong in her as it was in him. The fourth time he took her up he went with her, allowing the tidal wave consuming her to sweep him along with her. He took her mouth, groaning down her throat, pouring himself into her, feeding his own hunger.
Take my blood. Feed from me. He needed her mouth on him. More, he wanted her to know she could do that without aid. The hunger was in her. He felt it beating at him. She needed. He provided.
She didn’t move. Aleksei lifted his head and looked down at her, his body still hard in hers. Still feeling every afterquake. Every ripple.
Her gaze moved over his face, assessing his mood. “I can’t.” She whispered the denial. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
He kissed her. Hard. Wet. Demanding. He kept kissing her until she melted into him again. Until her body clamped down on his and she was kissing him back. He kissed his way down her chin to her throat.
Remember how I tasted? Taste me now, Gabrielle. He whispered the temptation in her ear, sent it into her mind. Into her body.
Gabrielle closed her eyes against the power in Aleksei’s voice. Her body clenched hard around his. He was sin. Pure sin. She could taste him in her mouth.
I belong to you. That taste, kessake, that is all yours. Just yours.
For the first time, she felt the slide of teeth, the sharpness there. She cried out, closing her eyes, shaking her head.
There is no need to be afraid. Give this to me, Gabrielle. I need this from you.
She could hear her heart pounding. She wanted to give him anything he wanted. She didn’t have any other way of pleasing him. Of giving back to him what she’d taken away, but if she did this . . . If she gave this to him she would be giving more of her humanity away. Piece by piece they were taking her until she didn’t know who she was anymore. Tears burned behind her eyes. She was so lost. Fear choked her. She needed to scream. To run. To fight. For self-preservation.
“Stop.”
The one word spoken aloud shocked her. His voice was a whip of an order and she realized she was fighting him. She was choking on her own screams. The tears did fall even though she was so certain she had controlled them. Her hands were pinned to the carpet on either side of her head. His body was on hers, covering her, allowing her to feel his full weight and his immense strength. His cock was still buried deep and she felt him like a steel spike, growing even thicker and longer, the dominant in him responding to the fight.
“I’m sorry.”
“Talk to me. Right now, Gabrielle. Give me truth.”
Ohgodohgodohgod. She had sworn she would tell him the truth. She had sworn it. To him. To herself. How could she possibly put this into words he’d understand? She licked her lips. Swallowed hard.
“Give me your eyes and give me the truth.” It was a demand.