At Grave's End

He leaned closer, his mouth almost brushing my neck. I couldn’t help but shiver, wondering what he was about to do.

 

“He kissed you here.” Bones’s voice was a low growl. “I suspect he touched you here”—he touched my breasts through my shirt—“and I can smell his hands here”—while kneeling and running a hand along the outside of my thigh.

 

I didn’t move, holding myself still the way prey does while it tries not to catch the attention of the hunter.

 

“I almost killed him tonight.”

 

Bones breathed the words so close to my skin that gooseflesh broke out on me where they landed. I didn’t say anything, sensing that whatever control Bones had used in not doing that before was at its breaking point now.

 

“I’ve never been jealous before I met you,” Bones went on, still in that same soft, menacing tone. “It burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad.”

 

His hands were still stroking my legs with a light, scary sensuality that made me want to cringe back—and edge forward at the same time. My whole body seemed to be holding its breath. Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, there was something boiling up in Bones that would break free any moment, I could feel it.

 

“It was just an act,” I said again.

 

“Oh, I know that,” Bones replied at once. Those glittering green eyes met mine. “Tate wouldn’t be alive now if it wasn’t. I know you only did this to get Hykso, but Kitten.” His voice deepened. Hardened. “No matter the cause, don’t you dare, ever, let someone handle you in such a way again.”

 

Then, to my complete surprise, Bones yanked my underwear down.

 

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he muttered even as he spread my legs.

 

Of all the things I’d expected, this would have been last on my list. “But you’re, er, still mad at me.”

 

“Right you are,” was his somewhat muted response as a deep lick made my knees weak.

 

I was about to say this wasn’t a fair way to fight, when Bones grasped me around the waist and lifted me. Color rose to my cheeks, because my legs were around his shoulders and my head almost reached the ceiling.

 

“Bones,” I managed to say. “Stop. Let me down.”

 

Ruthlessly his tongue continued to tease me. “No. You’re mine, and I’m taking you now.”

 

I didn’t want to respond to him. It seemed…wrong to do this while he was still mad, but if this was a new way to fight, I was losing the battle. A short cry wrenched from me as Bones’s fangs rubbed my clitoris, not piercing it, just applying pressure. It felt incredible, inciting me to arch against him to feel it again. And again. Then repeatedly, gasping in ecstasy at the sensations bombarding me. Talking things out suddenly felt very overrated. Bones knew just what I loved, and I couldn’t stop myself from getting lost in the sensations.

 

“Tell me you want me,” he growled.

 

“God, yes,” I managed, aching for him to be inside me.

 

“Say it.” It was a demand even as his mouth continued to torment me. I dug my fingers into his hair and almost tore him away from my flesh.

 

“I want you,” I rasped. “Now. Don’t you dare say no to me.”

 

A harsh laugh tickled me. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

 

Bones set me down, dragging his mouth up my skin until my feet made contact with the floor. As soon as they did, I pushed him back toward the couch. He fell on it with me on top of him. I slid down, yanking his pants off, and then wrapped my mouth around him.

 

His flesh was cool, like marble come to life. I took him in until I couldn’t fit any more, then began sucking with deep, rough pulls.

 

Bones moaned, his back arching. “Harder.”

 

I increased the pressure. His hands tangled in my hair, then clenched into fists as I drew harder still.

 

“Bloody hell, that’s so good,” he said in a choked tone. “I can’t wait.”

 

He lifted me, ignoring my protests, and settled me on his hips while thrusting deeply into me. Filling me until it almost hurt. The jostling of the truck increased our friction as he moved with hungry, rapid strokes.

 

My head fell back and I moved with him, lost in blind sensation. Bones sat up, catching my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it until it was almost numb with pleasure, then switched to my other nipple, giving it the same sweet, rough attention.

 

My nails raked down his sides. His mouth slid to my neck as he pressed me closer to him. I cried out at the feel of his fangs on my neck, grazing but not breaking my skin.

 

I held him closer to my throat. “Bite me.”

 

He licked there instead. “No. You’ve lost too much blood tonight.”

 

I didn’t care. I wanted my blood inside him. It was a need almost as strong as the desperation that each new thrust within me brought.

 

“Do it,” I moaned. “Show me I’m yours.”

 

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