“He’s leaving?”
He hesitated. “We’ll talk about this at the alpha house later. I must have you right now.”
He dropped her on the bed, turned and tried to close the busted door. A frustrated growl tore from him when the broken doorjamb prevented it from closing. One punch and the jamb snapped off. The door closed completely and he moved to the dresser, reached down and dragged it over as reinforcement, to effectively make sure they weren’t disturbed. He turned and hastily removed his shirt.
Charma sat, removed his robe and tossed it to the floor. Desire darkened Brand’s gaze, which was locked on her breasts. She leaned back and centered her body on the mattress. It warmed her to feel so desired by Brand. He kicked off his boots and shoved down his jeans. She smiled at the sight of his stiff erection and licked her lips.
Brand advanced. “Don’t even tease. I can’t let you do that.”
Her gaze lifted. “I miss tasting you.”
He climbed on the bed, his hungry stare taking in every inch of her from head to toe. “I miss your mouth wrapped around my cock too. You have no damn idea how many times I tormented myself with that memory but I’m too out of control. I need to be inside you and I won’t be all that gentle once I am.”
She reached for him, sliding her palms over his firm chest. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
“Nope. It’s just a warning. Roll over and get on your knees.”
“I’m not ready,” she admitted. “No foreplay?”
“We have to be at the alpha house in less than an hour. I’ll get you wet but I want you on all fours right now.”
Questions surfaced but he wasn’t in the mood to talk. She stopped exploring his rib cage with her fingers and rolled onto her stomach. He moved back as she lifted to her hands and knees.
“Spread wide for me.”
She parted her legs further and Brand made an animalistic sound. She lowered her head and waited, hoping he wouldn’t just take her. Her body wasn’t prepared. He fixed that when she realized he’d stretched out on his back. He gripped her hips, lifted her and settled her spread thighs directly over his face. His hot, wet mouth located her clit.
Her nails dug into the bed. She’d forgotten how he sometimes didn’t bother with formalities like kissing her lips or even bothering to tell her what he was about to do. Her mate growled, sending vibrations to that sensitive bundle of nerves as he used his tongue. Teeth raked gently over it, too, and she threw her head back.
“Fuck, baby,” she panted. “Slow down. It’s too intense.”
He ignored her, focusing on one spot that drove her out of her mind. It was as if he was determined to make her come fast and hard. She tried to jerk away because the pleasure was too raw and intense but his hands clenched, holding her in place with no way to escape. Her muscles tensed and she gave in, not fighting. The climax tore through her with a brutal force that left her crying out and without the ability to even form words.
His hands released her, she was aware of that much, and the mattress shifted under her as he moved. She would have fallen over from the motion but his arm hooked around her waist before she lost her balance and his cock nudged the entrance to her pussy. He drove in deep with one fluid thrust, his thick shaft forcing her muscles to part and accept him. He dropped down to curve around her and used his free hand to brace on the bed beside one of her hands.
“You’re wet now,” he snarled.
There was no denying that. Brand pounded her, fucking her hard and deep. His cock was rock solid, thick, and he moved so fast that she had no chance of matching his pace. A new kind of pleasure began building until she knew she was about to come again. Time lost meaning until she cried out, her mind blown a second time.
Brand clenched his teeth to avoid sinking them into Charma’s exposed shoulder. Her throaty moans and the sound of her coming sent him over the edge. He drove in deep, his body seizing as his semen blasted out, filling his mate. Heaven. That’s where she takes me every time we make love.
He almost snorted at the term when he stopped coming and could think straight again. He had her pinned under him and he eased his hold on her waist to make sure she wasn’t being crushed. That wasn’t making love. Guilt struck next. She deserved tenderness from him, not what he’d just done.
“Was I too rough?”
She tossed her hair and looked back at him. Her smile alleviated any apprehension. His hand massaged her hip since he wasn’t willing to pull his dick out of her, happy to keep them joined at the hips.
“I’ve got nothing to complain about.”
He didn’t agree. “Sorry.”