considered her nightly treks among the depraved a success.
“And you’re okay with that?”
With a hand on each knee, he spread her legs farther apart. “Yes, but only if I’m close by so I can rescue you if things get out of hand.”
“No. You’re not going with me until after you become a rider. What if—”
The swipe of his tongue over her cleft stopped her words. “Quiet, Rowan. I’m busy. You can argue with me later.”
“There is no argument. I won’t expose you to danger while—”
Her statement was cut off when his tongue pierced her center. She grasped his head and nearly toppled backward.
Trevor steadied her with a hand on her bottom. “Grab the ropes and hold on, baby. Otherwise, you’ll fall on your ass, and the only time I want you on the ground in front of me is when you’re on your knees with my dick in your mouth.”
She released his head and gripped the ropes. The moment she curled her fingers around the rough cords, he licked her, swiping his tongue over her lower lips. She sucked in air. The way he touched her, as if he had the right to her body, left her weakened. Each drag of his tongue over her sex strengthened her, however. He knew how to work her, giving her the most pleasure possible. Every nibble and lick whipped her higher and heightened her anticipation.
No doubt the confidence he showed came from experience. He probably had a long list of very satisfied lovers. Should that make her jealous or angry? Most women would be, even if they didn’t want to admit it. She wasn’t like many females, though. In her eyes, those women had prepped Trevor. For her.
And she’d get to keep him for an eternity.
“This is mine, Rowan.” He gave her center another lick before raising his gaze to hers. His chin glistened with her arousal and lust gave his brown eyes a drowsy quality. “If we do this, get together, I won’t share you. If that’s not what you want, you’d better tell me. I’m reaching that point where I can’t let you go.”
“Lick me, Trevor. Prove to me you’re mine. That fate has brought you back to me. Given us a second chance.”
A look of anger flashed across his face. He glared at her. Then he was kissing her lower lips as deeply as he’d taken her mouth a few moments ago. She didn’t get the chance to process his mood change. She soared. Trevor took her up so fast, the orgasm didn’t build. It crashed over her. Destroyed her. She trembled, and his name escaped on a strangled gasp.
The waves finally slowed. Her body slumped. He tugged her off the swing, pulling her against his chest. His mouth found hers, and her arousal flavored the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him, using him to anchor her shaky body.
He broke the kiss. “Say it again.”
“Say what again.”
He clenched his teeth so hard, the cracking of his jaw resounded in her ears. “My name. Say my goddamn name so you know who loved you.”
“Trevor.”
“Good. Now remember that when you think about what we did. It was Trevor who took you to heaven, not your dead mate and certainly not some loser you’ve used to pass the time. Got it?”
She wanted to share her theory with him. The harsh expression on his face stopped her. A slew of dark emotions showed in his eyes. Anger, jealousy, frustration—it was all there for her to see. He didn’t hide any of them. His expectation was clear. A demand.
“Yes, Trevor. I got it.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. For a long moment, he didn’t speak. When he did, his words came out as a breath of sound. “This wasn’t supposed to happen so soon, not until after I became a rider.”
“Why does the timing matter?”
“I want your brothers’ respect.”
They would make Trevor earn it, no matter why he became a rider. A Teulu didn’t give up on any of its members. Even those siblings who’d been confined to the Underworld because they’d succumbed to the madness weren’t forgotten. Once Trevor wore the mark
“And you’re okay with that?”
With a hand on each knee, he spread her legs farther apart. “Yes, but only if I’m close by so I can rescue you if things get out of hand.”
“No. You’re not going with me until after you become a rider. What if—”
The swipe of his tongue over her cleft stopped her words. “Quiet, Rowan. I’m busy. You can argue with me later.”
“There is no argument. I won’t expose you to danger while—”
Her statement was cut off when his tongue pierced her center. She grasped his head and nearly toppled backward.
Trevor steadied her with a hand on her bottom. “Grab the ropes and hold on, baby. Otherwise, you’ll fall on your ass, and the only time I want you on the ground in front of me is when you’re on your knees with my dick in your mouth.”
She released his head and gripped the ropes. The moment she curled her fingers around the rough cords, he licked her, swiping his tongue over her lower lips. She sucked in air. The way he touched her, as if he had the right to her body, left her weakened. Each drag of his tongue over her sex strengthened her, however. He knew how to work her, giving her the most pleasure possible. Every nibble and lick whipped her higher and heightened her anticipation.
No doubt the confidence he showed came from experience. He probably had a long list of very satisfied lovers. Should that make her jealous or angry? Most women would be, even if they didn’t want to admit it. She wasn’t like many females, though. In her eyes, those women had prepped Trevor. For her.
And she’d get to keep him for an eternity.
“This is mine, Rowan.” He gave her center another lick before raising his gaze to hers. His chin glistened with her arousal and lust gave his brown eyes a drowsy quality. “If we do this, get together, I won’t share you. If that’s not what you want, you’d better tell me. I’m reaching that point where I can’t let you go.”
“Lick me, Trevor. Prove to me you’re mine. That fate has brought you back to me. Given us a second chance.”
A look of anger flashed across his face. He glared at her. Then he was kissing her lower lips as deeply as he’d taken her mouth a few moments ago. She didn’t get the chance to process his mood change. She soared. Trevor took her up so fast, the orgasm didn’t build. It crashed over her. Destroyed her. She trembled, and his name escaped on a strangled gasp.
The waves finally slowed. Her body slumped. He tugged her off the swing, pulling her against his chest. His mouth found hers, and her arousal flavored the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him, using him to anchor her shaky body.
He broke the kiss. “Say it again.”
“Say what again.”
He clenched his teeth so hard, the cracking of his jaw resounded in her ears. “My name. Say my goddamn name so you know who loved you.”
“Trevor.”
“Good. Now remember that when you think about what we did. It was Trevor who took you to heaven, not your dead mate and certainly not some loser you’ve used to pass the time. Got it?”
She wanted to share her theory with him. The harsh expression on his face stopped her. A slew of dark emotions showed in his eyes. Anger, jealousy, frustration—it was all there for her to see. He didn’t hide any of them. His expectation was clear. A demand.
“Yes, Trevor. I got it.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. For a long moment, he didn’t speak. When he did, his words came out as a breath of sound. “This wasn’t supposed to happen so soon, not until after I became a rider.”
“Why does the timing matter?”
“I want your brothers’ respect.”
They would make Trevor earn it, no matter why he became a rider. A Teulu didn’t give up on any of its members. Even those siblings who’d been confined to the Underworld because they’d succumbed to the madness weren’t forgotten. Once Trevor wore the mark
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