He clenched his jaw and kept fucking her, without even a pause. She gasped and moaned and writhed and grunted. She begged him to slow down, but then she wanted it fast and hard.
Minx.
While she was catching her breath, he paused. He withdrew from her and flipped her on her stomach. Seconds later, he fucked her again without missing a beat.
“J-John!”
He growled in return. He nuzzled behind her ear as he pounded into her faster and faster. He pushed away locks of hair from her neck. As their pleasure climbed higher and higher, he licked a patch of skin on her shoulder. His incisors lengthened. He sank his fangs in to her flesh with a hard thrust, claiming her as his mate. She didn’t seem to even feel it. He pounded one, two, three times, and climaxed.
Fuck!
He licked the blood on her shoulder as he emptied his cum into her. The wounds gradually closed; blood coagulated. Confident that she wasn’t bleeding anymore, he pulled out from her, trailing milky cream on her luscious ass.
She rolled on her back, flashing a tired smile. Perspiration swathed her skin, and her hair was a mess, but he had never seen a woman more beautiful than her.
His.
She was his now.
She pulled him down and kissed him. “That… was amazing.”
“No, you’re amazing.” He stroked her hair, glancing at his mark on her. It would be healed within a day or two, but the bond between them would last until death. He was lucky. The claiming part was easy, unlike his brothers with their mates. “Tired?” he asked solicitously.
She shook her head.
“Good,” he whispered. He figured he’d let her rest a moment, then he’d take her again. Maybe he’d use his ropes, or the handcuffs. He had a
sked for special amenities from the concierge. Fuck. Thinking about it made him hard instantly. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh, yeah? What is it?”
“It won’t be a surprise if I tell you, will it?”
Four
Originally, they planned to stay overnight at the Plaza, but when Jane couldn’t get in touch with the twins in the evening, they decided to check out and go home. Savannah took them out shopping that morning, but she said they’d be back by the afternoon. It wasn’t like her not to tell anyone if she was going to be late. Susan, the live-in housekeeper, said that his mother hadn’t left a message at the house. And her phone went unanswered when he tried to call her earlier.
The housekeeper opened up the apartment door for them.
“Is she home yet?” John asked
“No, sir. Not yet.”
“Maybe she’s visiting Mrs. Halston and forgot the time?” he speculated. His mother liked to play mahjong with other bored socialite housewives. They even formed a little club.
“Madam would have told me if she was going to be late.”
“True.”
Jane joined him in the hallway. “Maybe your mom took them to a long lunch and a matinee or something.”
“She’d have called or texted us. She always scolded us about that when we were kids.” John frowned. “You know what? I think she’s been radio silent since this afternoon. I haven’t heard from her all day.”
“Does she text you a lot during the day?”
“You kidding? She texts me at least a dozen times a day. Even when I’m not in New York. She uses text messages like a Twitter feed. I’m having breakfast. I’m in the salon. I bought a new painting.” John pursed his lips for a moment thoughtfully before his cellphone went off. Trent’s name lit up on the screen.
“Hey, Trent, what’s up?” John answered.