“Ian,” she pleaded as he lifted her up and shoved her jacket between her bare backside and the rough table. She didn’t even know what she was begging for. He wasn’t denying her anything.
Ian’s eyes were as dark as the night sky, and the sound in his chest said he was half-wild and rutting right now. His teeth were rough on her skin as he sucked and bit his way down the center of her stomach. He lifted his gaze to hers, a dark challenge in his eyes as he went to his knees and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. They hadn’t done this before, not that he hadn’t let her know he was willing. She hadn’t been ready to give herself so completely to a man before, but as he grazed his teeth against her inner thigh, her back arched instinctively in a silent plea to keep going. His focus drifted from her eyes down, down to between her legs. When he leaned in and kissed her, brushing his tongue against her slit in a sexy tease, she came undone. She moaned loudly and ran her fingernails against his scalp while he took his time slowly laving his tongue against her. God, he was beautiful, bobbing between her legs. The pressure in her middle was already blinding by the time he sucked gently on her clit, and when he directly followed it by thrusting his tongue deep inside of her, she cried out helplessly.
“Fuck, I’m coming already,” she gasped. “Ian, I’m coming.”
He thrust into her harder, and she exploded from her middle out. She came so hard and so fast, she gripped his hair and yelled his name.
“Want to feel,” Ian growled out, pulling her from the table until her feet were planted on the floor. He spun her until she faced the table, but the dizziness didn’t last long as he jammed his knee between hers and spread her legs wider.
Lost in the aftershocks of her release, Elyse gripped onto the table and arched her back for him. Ian had always been controlled and gentle in their bed, but this wasn’t like before. Now, everything was different. Now, they were on borrowed time, and he was letting her see the real him. The feral animal side she’d only seen glimpses of before now. With a snarl, he slammed into her from behind. One arm around her stomach, holding her to him, and one hand on top of hers on the table, gripping her, intertwining their fingers as he slid into her harder. His body was strung tight, iron against her back as he pumped into her faster and faster. God, he felt good inside of her, slick as he eased back by inches, then back in. The snarl in his throat was constant now, and the second she cried out with her second orgasm, he rammed into her so hard the table creaked under her. His teeth brushed her skin again, but this time he didn’t hold himself in check. This time, as he swelled inside of her and bucked into her again, he bit her hard.
Bowing back, she squeezed her eyes tightly closed as pain warred with pleasure. Warmth shot into her over and over until it became too much for her to hold and trickled down her inner thighs. With a snarl of her own, she pulled away from him and spun, then gripped the back of his hair. His eyes went from dazed to shocked the instant before she clamped her teeth against his chest as revenge for him marking her.
Except when she bit him, Ian didn’t seem angry as she’d been. Instead, he tossed his head back and gritted out her name, then slid into her from the front. Hand cupped against the back of her head, he pulled her closer and in a low, gravelly voice demanded, “Harder.”
And she did. So hard, she could taste blood. Something instinctual bloomed within her. Some impulse to claim her man that had long been buried. His shaft throbbed inside of her, but he was moving more slowly now, heaving breath as she pulled her teeth from him.
With a slow, savage smile, he pulled the back of her hair and angled her face up to his. There was red on his lips when he murmured, “Good mate, letting the world know who I belong to. I’ve wanted to put my mark over Cole’s since the first night I saw it.”
Elyse clenched her teeth at the memory of the awful night Cole had given it to her. He was drunk and had hurt her. “You can see it?”
Ian’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “Not anymore. You were never meant to be McCall’s claim, Elyse. You were meant to be mine.”
Chapter Seventeen
Ian poured the last pot of hot water into the tub near Elyse’s feet. The heat must have been too much because his mate scrunched up her knees and clasped them to her chest, avoiding the steaming front of the tub.
She hadn’t said much since their coupling in the barn. Instead, she’d drawn into herself and allowed him to pamper her in silence. He’d cleaned her gently with a cloth, then had given into his need to care for her by drawing her a bath.
Josiah’s admission about Miller earlier had Ian’s bear roaring for blood, but he couldn’t explain that to Elyse. Not now. He would tell her everything on Afognak when he showed her his burned den and explained all the secrets he’d been keeping from her, including the note he kept hidden in his things—the one Cole had asked him to deliver.