He meant every single word he’d said. I could see it in the firm lines of his expression.
And it was just what I had needed to hear.
“You know, you still could tie me to the bed,” I told him, letting my lips curl up at the corners. “I don’t think I’d have any complaints about that.”
He laughed, heat flickering in his amber eyes. “Noted.”
“Come on.” I jerked my head toward the door, feeling like a massive weight had been lifted from my shoulders. “We missed dinner, but maybe we can still grab something before we go find Trace and Lach.”
I moved to stand, but Merrick kept his grip on my hand, pulling me back down almost as soon as I was on my feet. I landed on his lap, my back pressed against his chest, and his free arm banded around my waist, holding me snugly to him.
“Uh uh, Ari. I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter Five
The low growl in his voice made my stomach clench, and I shifted a little, rubbing my ass against the hardness I could feel growing beneath me. “No? You had some more magical control tips for me?”
He hummed, releasing my hand so he could cup my breast instead, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. “Fuck, no. After picturing you tied up to a bed, being fucked by Lach while you take Trace in your mouth, or writhing while all three of us worship you with our lips and teeth and tongues… control is the last damn thing I have right now.”
His cock was fully hard against my ass, and he ground his hips against me as he spoke, as if to punctuate his point. My clit throbbed hard, my pussy clenching as arousal ignited like a flame inside my belly.
I hadn’t been kidding about being tied up—but hearing him describe it, hearing the rasp in his voice as he considered the possibilities? It made me want to demand we find the others and then go get some damn rope so we could do this right now.
But that would’ve required me to get off Merrick’s lap, and at the moment, that felt utterly and completely impossible.
It felt too good.
Too fucking hot.
The muscles in his forearm danced as his grip on me tightened even more, and his body was hot and hard beneath mine, strong and unyielding. His unique, addictive scent of bergamot and honey trickled into my nostrils, and I found myself swirling my hips, trying to relieve some of the ache growing inside me.
The hand on my breast slipped under my shirt, delving into my bra cup so that his bare skin touched mine. A fresh burst of sensation surged through me, and I tipped my head back, arching into his touch.
Now that he was sure I wasn’t going anywhere, Merrick released his tight hold on me, slipping his other hand down the front of my stretchy athletic pants. He slid his finger through my pussy lips, another soft groan resonating in his chest as he felt how turned on I was already.
“Fuck, Ari. You’re so wet. You’re all slippery for me.”
I bit down hard on my bottom lip, my eyelids drooping as he slid one thick finger inside me. My walls clenched around him like they were trying to lock him in place, to keep him from ever stopping this sweet torture, and I felt his breath pick up.
“You like that?” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
Grinding the heel of his hand against my clit, he slid another finger inside me, adding to the feeling of fullness as he worked them slowly in and out. It wasn’t the same as his cock, but that only made me hungrier, my pussy contracting around his fingers as I let out a low whimper.
“Gods, I love to hear you make that sound,” he muttered, moving his fingers harder and faster. “I love to be the one to make you make that sound.”
“Merrick!”
The word burst out of me like a prayer, my head dropping back against his shoulder as my whole body melted into his, letting him take my weight completely. Letting him own me.
“Fuck, yes, Snow.” His voice was rough. “Do you know what I want?”
“What?” I panted. I could barely string two words together, could barely even think, but I knew I wanted to hear whatever he was about to say.