Bitter Vows (Crimson Falls 1)

“You’ll sleep in here tonight. I haven’t had your room made up yet,” Lycan speaks softly, causing me to turn and regard him, only to find him unbuttoning his shirt. The motion makes my cheeks heat, and my stomach somersaults at the thought of finally seeing him naked.

Shaking my head, I respond in an attempt to quell the need in my gut. “I don’t need to have a room made up. I’m happy to just take any room.”

“This isn’t a debate, little red,” Lycan tells me in a no-nonsense tone.

Folding my arms across my chest, I pin Lycan with a glare, but I only earn myself a chuckle of amusement in response. “I may have enjoyed what we did in the forest, but—”

He closes the distance between us in no time before he stops, looming over me. “What did we do in the forest, sweetheart?” he growls, the sound so feral it’s as if the beast has come out to play. The flames dancing in his eyes send a shudder of warmth over me, making everything south of my belly button tingle with anticipation. When I don’t respond immediately, he leans in. “I asked you a question.”

“I… We… I mean, you know what we did,” I bite out, frustration at my nervousness around him, causing me more annoyance than anything else.

“Oh? Why don’t you remind me?” The challenge is evident in his voice, in his expression of interest, which he holds me hostage with. This close, Lycan is handsome, devilishly so with a wolfish smirk that makes my stomach flutter with excitement.

“Stop acting like a domineering asshole,” I bite out through clenched teeth in an attempt to steer us off the conversation because as much I want to say it, I can’t bring myself to talk dirty to him.

The corner of his mouth quirks. “Does my little red not like being a filthy girl for me?” he taunts as he reaches for my chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as he holds me steady so I can’t look away from him. I can’t turn my gaze from the man who’s staring at me as if he’s trying to see into my soul.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I whisper, “I sucked your cock.”

Fire blazes in Lycan’s eyes, the color turning molten, sending heat scorching through me at my filthy words. I’m sure he’s heard worse, heard dirtier, but for me, this is new. “Good girl,” he praises. “And would you like me to pleasure you now?” He tips his head to the side while still holding onto my chin. “Would you like me to devour your pretty cunt until you’re gushing all over my face and tongue, little red?”

“I…” Words fail me. I knew Lycan wouldn’t be like any guy I’ve ever been with in the past, but his mouth is pure filth. “I’m not sure.”

A rumble vibrates in his chest. “I think you do. I think your mind is whirling with images of my face between your legs. You do realize I’ve been hungry for you since the moment I saw you. I wanted to taste you since the moment you walked into your parents’ dining room that night.”

My mouth gapes at his confession. “You didn’t even know me.”

“I knew I wanted you; that was more than enough.” There’s no doubt in his words, no doubt in his eyes, and I have a feeling he knew I would eventually submit to this thing between us. Not the marriage, not the heavy ring on my finger, but the fact that my body craves his. Not only his touch, but so much more than that.

“Then do it.”

Lycan moves swiftly, his free hand tangling in my long hair. He tugs my head back painfully, exposing my throat to his mouth. Lips and teeth attack me like a hungry beast as he kisses, sucks, and bites at my sensitive flesh.

“Once I’m inside you, little red, there is no running,” Lycan warns in a low murmur along the column of my neck. “And when you come around my cock, my tongue, and my fingers, no other man will ever enter you. Are we clear?”

I nod because I can’t find words. I’m lost to the pleasure rocketing through me as Lycan bites down on the smooth skin, and I know there’ll be a bruise left after his attack. He releases me, allowing both hands to slide down my body until he’s cupping my ass through the dress I’m still wearing. Lifting me against him, he walks us to the bed before throwing me to the soft mattress.

“Tonight, I’m going to have you, claim you, and when I’m done, that ring will forever be attached to your finger,” he commands as he shifts the material of his shirt over his shoulders. The broad, muscled expanse of tanned flesh greets me with a taunt because I can’t reach him. My fingertips tingle with the need to touch, to feel, to run along every dip and peak of his beautifully toned body.