“God, yes,” he moaned, and his hands blurred, finishing undoing his pants.
His phone rang again, but we ignored it as I yanked him down on me. He was right. We didn’t have a lot of time. Really, we had no time…but we were carving out a little slice for this. Quickie or no, I was going to have him in me.
Grabbing his cock, I placed him at my core’s entrance. “Now…please…now, Ezra.”
His tongue slid over my lips. “Hush.” Hot hands gripped my hips. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
And he thrust.
Crying out against his mouth, I hurriedly finished pushing his pants down his hips so I could grab his ass, skin on skin, digging my nails in. Over me, Ezra’s nostrils were flared, his jaw clenching, face fierce in pleasured desire. Both of our predators began growling, the sounds of utter possessiveness, as he thrust twice more, filling me completely. Perfectly. Our bodies were as if they were made for one another.
“Mine,” man and Vampire demanded, punctuating his claim by driving his hips against me.
My body shook under him, wolf riding my voice hard. “Yours.” But I gripped his ass hard, thrusting up my hips just as fiercely as he was dominating me. “Mine.” He was fucking mine.
His Vampire purred, the sound loud and intimate, and green eyes met mine, full of desire and possessiveness. “Fucking yours, sweetheart. All yours.”
A soft sigh escaped — I loved hearing him say it — but it was quickly overtaken a moment later when I screamed his name in pleasure as he began driving his cock into my slick channel, the rhythm severe.
Pleasure.
Control.
Completion.
Bent upon those three things, our shouts and groans echoed around us as we rolled, and I lifted over him, riding him hard. He cried out, his grip on my hips bruising as he lifted his hips, slamming his cock up into me, giving no quarter even when I was setting the tempo. Muscles beginning to tremble with the fire raging inside me, I arched, grinding against him as my head tipped back in pleasure. I heard him groan, his body shuddering under me as I rocked my hips back and forth, keeping him snug inside while my channel gripped him tight, and my whole frame froze as the flames exploded inside me, the climax exhilarating.
Even as my mouth flew open, his name on my lips, Ezra flipped us and started pounding into me. Able only to hang on and enjoy the ride, I limply grabbed his forearms while he gripped both of my legs under the knees, pressing them up and out, opening me for his onslaught of frantic thrusts. Mind rolling in ecstasy, my body quaking, I stared up at him, breathing, “Ezra…”
He grunted, groaning in reply, meeting my gaze as he stilled above me, his breathing hitching. Joltingly, he hammered into me once more, my body bowing he filled me so deeply, and throatily he growled, “Sweetheart.” His frame jerked over me, trembling, as his cock jumped inside me, hot cum pulsing deeply. His growl continued to rumble inside his chest as he quivered, staring down at me, his expression of pained joy. Bit by bit, he lowered, staring me in the eyes the entire way, until his face hovered directly over mine.
Softly, he bit my bottom lip.
I was fucking his.
Gently, I lifted a shaky hand, placing it against his throat.
And he was fucking mine.
“Hurry up,” I mumbled, quickly stepping out of the shower. I stopped and smacked his ass…’cause I wanted to. “We’re already late.” From the caller ID on his cell, it had been his dad calling consistently. But we hadn’t been able to go back outside smelling as we had, both of us reeking of sex and each other. So a quick shower had been needed for us both, but Ezra hadn’t jumped in immediately and was taking longer than me.
A blurred hand reached out from the shower, smacking my ass right back. “I’ll be out in a minute.” He peeked around the corner of the shower, grinning like an imp. “I set an outfit for you on the bed.” His grin only grew. “I used the mirror.”
My eyes narrowed even though I was smiling. Swiftly wrapping a towel around myself, I scurried out of the bathroom. The jeans I had shown to Jack this morning were on the bed along with a soft white t-shirt. The shirt was new. Picking it up, I read the writing on it.
The front read across the breasts: Look and Die.
The back read: Property of Zeller.