He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. Belle gasped when Armand trapped her between his hard body and the door. His hot breath seared her cheek. “We need to talk now,” he said huskily. “And I can’t wait.”
“There’s no—”
“They’re your sisters, aren’t they?”
“Y-yes.”
Armand lowered his face and captured her earlobe in his mouth. Her heart lurched. Lust surged within her.
“Whatever they’ve told you, they lied. Your sisters came because they were curious about you and Hervé,” Armand whispered in her ear.
What? “How…how did you know?”
“I just know. We fae are gifted to read humans. And your sisters are particularly devious.”
For a moment, Belle lost her speech. The twins’ prank. As usual. She should’ve known.
Armand brushed his lips over hers. “I miss you.”
“Armand…”
“I’m sorry I missed that dinner party. I know how important it was for you. I promised I’d come. Hail or sunshine. Hervé drugged me so he could take my place, because that night in Maison Plaisir, I tricked Hervé so I could have you all to myself.”
“I…I kinda figured that one out.”
“Can you forgive me? I’ll make it up to you.”
“Armand, I…”
“I won’t give up on you, Belle. Hervé and I have decided we’ll compete over you fair and square. No more tricks.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Armand stared at her. His brown eyes were steeled with a grim determination. “Ridiculous? No.” He shook his head. “I want you so bad, Belle. And I will stop at nothing to make you mine.”
Belle halted him when he was about to kiss her. “Wait.”
Armand lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. “Do you know that your sisters are still at the front door? Eavesdropping on us?”
She tried to wade between the hazes of lust that made it hard to think. “Really?”
“They think you’ve schemed with Hervé to pull a charade. They think you never get a decent fuck. Well, I’ll say let’s prove your sisters wrong.”
He ripped her pyjama bottoms. She squealed. His hand cupped her pussy, stroking the growing dampness on her panties. “Armand!”
He muffled her protest with a kiss. Her mind went blank in an instant. Brimstone of lust stripped away any coherent thought. Armand groaned and pried her mouth open with his tongue. Belle resisted at first. But when he ripped away her panties and felt her wet heat, she gave up the last strand of her resistance. It was hard to keep her thoughts in order when someone like Armand was determined to stake his claim. She hadn’t wanted to see him, afraid this would happen. She didn’t know what kind of mojo he had, but each time he lusted over her, his horniness seemed to rub in. Her body responded to his mating call, rebelled against her own common sense.
“Belle,” Armand breathed out on her lips. “I need you.”
She could feel him unbuckle his belt. Then she heard the sound of his zipper. A heartbeat later, his cock nudged her burning sex. He thrust in. Belle screamed.
“That’s right, baby. Scream for me. Let them hear you…” Armand slid his hands underneath her thighs and lifted her body to his level in height. “Don’t hold back.”
Belle clutched his hair, shivering. This blatant claiming sounded so…thrilling. Twinges of ache shot through her spine at the sensation when that huge cock plundered her deeply. She threw her head back, breathless. Alien heat invaded her, searing her alive. Armand slipped in until he was balls-deep inside her. My God, Belle gasped, amazed. The neurons in her brain short-circuited, marvelling at the sinful sensation. She felt stuffed, the good kind of stuffed. So intimate. So wickedly good.
Armand pressed his body against hers after he was fully sheathed. His eyes glowed. He pulled in one agonisingly slow motion until his cockhead almost left her pussy, and he thrust in with the same precision as if he wanted to relive the initial penetration.