"I want it too."
"You want my cock inside your pussy," I insisted, fingers starting to do circles inside her.
"I want... I want your cock inside my pussy," she repeated, voice breathless as her hips rocked harder, faster, wanting nothing of the slow torment, needing release again.
I wasn't done yet, though.
A third finger slipped inside her, widening her, getting those high whimpers to turn into low, throaty moans as she got to feel a hint of what it would feel like to have me inside her, stretching her walls, owning her completely.
Me.
Just me.
It shouldn't have, but the idea of that became important, all-consuming. To be the only one inside her. To claim her as my own.
"And after that," I said, one finger, slick with her wetness, slipped out of her, slid back slightly, pressed, then thrust in, "I want my cock in here," I told her as all three fingers started to thrust in tandem.
Fuck.
The sounds she made as I finger-fucked both her holes, taking every bit of her. She wasn't even touching me, and I swear I was on the edge of coming again just at the noises she was making.
Then just like that, she fucking shattered, crying out so loud the birds in the trees around us startled, flew off as her muscles contracted around my fingers for what felt like ages before they finally released, leaving her body falling back to mine, unable to hold her own weight again.
My arm went around her, holding her to me as my fingers slid out of her.
"Don't ever fucking leave me again," I demanded as she started to even out her breathing.
"I didn't leave you. I was... I just went for a walk. I got lost," she told me, head turning a bit, cheek pressing into my chest. "You came to get me."
"Of course I did."
And, I realized, it didn't have a fucking thing to do with Ace, or the others, or the mission, or anything except my desire to have her close.
"Lycus?" her voice called a moment later, soft, small.
"Yeah?"
"I want you inside me," she told me, voice even lower.
"Greedy pussy," I mumbled, my hand slapping it hard enough to get a shocked whimper out of her. "Not here. Not like this. But you're going to have it," I told her.
A promise.
A vow.
To the two of us.
I was through pretending I had anything even resembling self-control around her.
She wanted it.
I wanted it.
Nothing else mattered.
Except, of course, it did.
But I didn't give that enough thought until it was too late.
Chapter Thirteen
Lenore
The motorcycle was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
The second we took off from the shifter clubhouse, it was like my belly bottomed out, like my heart soared out of my chest.
It was terrifying.
And exhilarating.
It was one of the most thrilling moments of my life.
Until, of course, Lycus pulled the bike to a stop on the side of the road, stripped me out of my borrowed pants, and put his mouth on me, that forked tongue of his doing things to me I never could have imagined.
It shouldn't have been as sexy to please as to be pleased, but there was no denying the strange surge of power and joy and pride that flowed through me when I had him in my mouth, when I got those sounds out of him, had been able to bring him to release like he had been able to do with me.
Then.
Well.
His fingers.
And his words.
Even satisfied by him twice, I felt like a puddle of need when we got back to the house, finding all the others already back, gathered around.
"We'll deal with her later," Ace warned as Lycus led me inside. "Put her away for now."
"Put me away," I grumbled.
"Shush," Lycus demanded, grabbing my arm, leading me through to the kitchen, then down the basement stairs. "Don't fuck with Ace when he is pissed off."
"He didn't seem like he was angry."
"Because you don't know him. We're lucky he didn't rip Sully's fucking head off. He would have, for the way he spoke to him. But he wants you more than he wants to spill that shifter's blood. That doesn't mean he won't make you regret running off."
"I didn't run off. I took a walk."
"You knew you were supposed to be locked down here."
"So, I'm at fault for not being a model prisoner?" I shot back, eyes getting small.
"Don't," Ly demanded, sighing.
"Don't what? Tell the truth? Maybe I should have stayed with the shifters. At least they were up-front about what they wanted me for."
To that, Lycus closed his eyes, fighting some internal battle.
"We need your powers," he told me, shrugging.
"I barely have any powers," I objected.
"Tell that to that mutt with his burned side."
"That's... that is different," I told him, not wanting to admit that it was new, that I didn't know I was capable of it until recently. "I don't have much else."