I kick my jeans off and Bran lowers me onto the bed. He’s still fully dressed and there’s something totally hot about him holding that power over me. His mouth starts a slow exploration of my neck and shoulders, then his lips circle my breast before his tongue glides over the nipple, pricking it into a hard nub. When he blows gently on the wet tip it sends a rush skittering over my skin and I press my head back and arch against his mouth, needing it on me again.
He finds my other nipple and his teeth graze over it, sending shockwaves through me straight to my groin. My body must be an open book, because as he slides up and kisses my mouth again, slow and deep, one hand glides down my hip and comes to rest over my panties, cupping me. His fingers press between my legs as he grinds his palm against my clit. I gasp and arch up again.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans against my mouth.
“I want you,” I say, my voice so thick with need and desire I barely recognize it.
He draws back and examines my face with hooded eyes. “You tell me that and I’m not going to stop, Lilah. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
I lay my arms to the side and spread my legs, opening myself up to him fully. “Then fuck me.”
A devilishly heart-stopping half smile curves his mouth before it’s on mine again. He kisses down my body, his hands and mouth stopping briefly to pay homage to my breasts, before moving lower. He drags the tip of his tongue along the waistband of my underwear, then seals his mouth over my clit, sucking me through the thin cotton. It’s only a minute before he has me clawing at the sheets and crying out, so close to coming. But before I do, he kneels between my legs and looks down at me like a wolf at his fresh kill. He divests me of my last shred of clothing, then takes each of my feet and rests the arches on his shoulders, opening my knees. I am totally on display for him and if I was wet before, I’m gushing now.
He slicks a finger over my clit, then sinks it deep inside me and twists. The next stroke, another finger joins it, and God, he knows what he’s doing. With just his touch, I feel on the edge of exploding. My hips start moving to his rhythm and his gaze becomes fierce and animal as he watches his fingers fuck me. But again, just when he has me on the edge of coming, he stops and trails his wet fingertips down the inside of my thigh. That devil’s smile paints his face again as he slips them into his mouth and sucks my juices off of them.
I close my eyes as every muscle south of my waist contracts hard.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice the growl of the wolf he’s become.
“Yes,” I say, opening my eyes and finding his.
He slips his shirt over his head and all his cut, tattooed glory is right there in front of me—a masterpiece I never expected to be able to touch. He flicks open the button of his jeans and when he pushes them down his hips, along with his boxers, his enormous erection springs free, like a beast uncaged.
I trail my toes down his torso and glide them along his hard length. His eyes widen in surprise and he holds his breath and moves his hips to my rhythm when I start to toe fuck him.
But then he growls and the next second all of his two hundred and thirty pounds are on top of me. I’m so wet that he glides right into me without any resistance, despite the fact that he’s stretching me nearly to pain. I grab his ass and spread wide as he rams into me, over and over, each thrust accompanied by a grunt or a growl. We’ve become pure animal, pure instinct, needing only the physical. I’m crying out, not words but primal sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of. I rock my hips against him with each thrust, harder and deeper than the one before. It’s only a few minutes later that I topple over the edge and come harder than I ever have, mewling loudly with my release. He gives one last thrust and then pulls out, coming a river across my stomach.
I don’t know what I was doing with Tyrell, but it sure as hell wasn’t this.
He gives an intense whole-body shudder before dropping onto his back next to me, panting. “Fuck me,” he groans. “I’ve never come that fast in my life.”
“I inspire you.”
He stares at the ceiling and shakes his head. “You sure as hell do something to me.” His gaze turns to mine. “And just so you know, next time I’m going to take my time and make you come so many times you lose count.”
The swollen lips between my legs throb with the thought that there’s going to be a “next time.” And on the heels of that thought is Destiny. She’s working her ass off for me while I’m fucking the man she wants. A man who’s fucked her too.
Ants crawl under my skin and I push up from the bed and lock the bathroom door. I clean myself off then sit on the toilet with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.
What am I doing? There are so many reasons why what I just did was wrong. Destiny is only one of them.
I needed to tell Bran the truth before things went too far.
But here we are, too far. And it’s too late.
Chapter 21
Bran
For the first time in my life, I don’t mind not sleeping. I lay in bed and listen to Lilah breathe. When she first came back from the bathroom, she was a little distant, and I was afraid I’d hurt her. But then I realized.