When He's Ruthless (The Olympus Pride 4)

He felt his lips curve. “Yeah, you are. But then, so am I.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Two months later

Blair’s release crashed into her out of absolutely nowhere, wrenching at her spine and trapping a scream in her throat as sheer bliss flooded her body. The pleasure went on and on and on until, finally, it subsided.

She melted into the mattress, heaving in breaths. Her thigh muscles jumped. Her heart pounded. Her lungs burned.

God bless that tongue, she thought as Luke wiped his face on her inner thigh and then gave it a quick nip.

He rose above her, his blue eyes dark and hot and glittering with something that made her shiver. He’d given her two delicious orgasms, and now her pussy was aching to be filled. Her body felt all jittery and jumpy, like every sense and nerve-ending was heightened.

Luke slowly raked his gaze over her, masculine satisfaction dancing along their bond. “Such a delectable sight.” He settled the full weight of his body over hers, making her breath catch.

She totally loved it when he surrounded her this way, becoming all she could feel and see and smell. His body was so big and broad it was like he curved around her. Like she perfectly fit into that groove there.

Blair went to rest her hands on the solid bulk of his shoulders, but his fingers snapped around her wrists. He stretched her arms straight above her head and held her wrists against the mattress. Her hormones lost their mind.

Luke’s eyes gleamed. “A shot of excitement just pulsed right down our bond.” Curling one hand tight around both her wrists, he used his free hand to lodge the smooth head of his cock inside her. “I’m going to take you like this, so you can barely move.”

She flexed her fingers. “But I want to touch you. Scratch you. Mark you all up.” Her animal was driving her to do that very thing.

He dipped his face to hers. “Tough.”

Tough? A little growl rattled in her throat.

He smiled. “Do that again.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’d rather just fuck you.” He brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her with such need and urgency it made her head spin.

She pulled in a breath as he began to sink inside her, stretching her perfectly. The pressure was just … she loved it. Needed it. Craved it.

Halfway inside her, Luke paused, his gaze firmly latched on hers. “Say it.”

She swiped her tongue along her lower lip. “I love you.”

Satisfaction, adoration, and triumph burst along their connection. “And I love you, baby. Always will. In this life and even after.” A mask of intensity slipped over his face as he abruptly jacked his hips forward, driving so deep inside her it hurt in the best way.

He didn’t give her a moment to adjust. He aggressively slammed his hips forward again and again. She curled her legs around him, eager to take every savage thrust.

She wasn’t going to last long. Neither was he—she could feel through their bond that he was as tightly wound and frantic to come as she was.

Pinned down by his weight with her wrists shackled by his hand, she felt taken. Possessed. Claimed. Her little female soaked it all up.

He said something, but Blair didn’t take in the words, caught up in sensation—the deep slams of his cock, the heavy weight of his body, the slapping of flesh against wet flesh, the tight grip on her wrists.

He bit her jaw hard. “I said, give me your throat.” The sheer power in his voice made her skin prickle.

She might have fought him on it if she wasn’t so desperate to come. A building orgasm coiled in her lower stomach, raring to strike. Each brutal drive of his cock made it contract and tauten and thicken.

Blair gave him her throat, almost smiling at his groan. “Harder.”

He buried his face into the crook of her neck and licked a line up her throat. “Such a greedy little thing.”

Drunk on the taste and feel and scent of his mate, Luke plunged harder and faster. Her body jolted with each heavy punch of his hips, and her breasts chafed against his chest as they bounced. His balls audibly slapped her flesh, blending with the wet sound of her pussy sucking at his dick.

His cat urged him to bite her neck again, to leave yet another mark. The animal felt relaxed and secure in their mating now, but he was no less territorial; no less eager to always ensure she felt owned. Especially at moments like these, while her arousal-spiced scent flooded his lungs and she submissively exposed her throat to him.

Luke switched his angle, pounding deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her pussy clench and ripple. He felt through their bond as her release surged towards her; watched a hot flush sweep up her chest, neck, and face.