“Do not talk to me about other men,” he growled, and heat slithered down my spine. I felt my animal arch and purr within me. She did like when he went alpha.
“Have you ever tried it?” I asked in a husky voice as I traced a finger up along that scar again, still featherlight.
“No…” He pumped his hips forward. “Finley, please.”
“Hmm, you’re begging, Nyfain. I’m sure Mr. Big Bad Alpha was never supposed to beg.”
On impulse, I leaned forward and licked the top of the scar.
His hips bucked. He let out a long, tortured moan. “When I am better, I am going to slam you against a wall and make you pay for all this. I will fuck you so hard you can’t remember your name. You will never want another man so long as you live.”
This was a dangerous game we were playing. His dragon wanted to claim me, after all. If I lost, I’d lose big.
Sometimes you just had to take the gamble.
“Big words, for an invalid.” I licked again, then kissed softly, reaching over and rubbing his other scar.
“Finley,” he sighed, his hips jerking now, humping my mattress. “Spread your legs in front of me. Let me taste you.”
“Nah. I’ll just finger myself while you get off on my bed.”
“I’m pretending it’s your pussy I’m rutting.”
“Pretend all you want, but when we’re done, you’ll always think back on the way that common girl made you come for her in the most awkward way imaginable.”
His groan was pleasure and torture again, and I laughed as I dipped my free hand below my waist. I felt along my slick wetness before dipping a finger in. I licked along his skin, rubbing softly with the other hand.
“Hmm,” he said, then turned his head, looking at my arm dipped below his field of vision.
Rising, I knelt one knee on the edge of the bed and pushed my fingers into myself, my arm jumping with each thrust. I pulled them out and offered them to him. He sucked greedily.
I did want to position myself in front of him, to let him at my pussy like a starving man. But that would be a bit too much moving and tearing for his wounds, and besides, he hadn’t let me have access to him in the past, and I’d intended to make him pay.
I jammed my hand back into my pants and bent to his back again, licking and sucking, rubbing his other scar. He lifted his ass and tried to reach down, shaking with the effort. I slapped his hand away.
“I need to get my cock right so I can defile your sheets.”
I grinned wickedly, reached down under his body, and grabbed hold of that huge, beautiful cock. I salivated with the desire to suck it in, take it farther than I could comfortably go and then force it down even more. But not this time.
I stroked it twice in a firm grip, making him moan, before arranging it to point toward his chest. He lowered back down, thrusting immediately. I took a quick break to lock the door, then came back and pushed down my bottoms. What could I say? I’d never been great at self-control. I resumed my position, rubbing two fingers between my slick folds before dipping them into my pussy.
“Fucking hell, Finley.”
I picked up our conversation, reminding him of where we were.
“Have you tried this before, Nyfain?” I ran a finger a little more firmly down his scar. “Have you ever watched a woman get herself off?”
“No,” he wheezed, watching my fingers work, thrusting against my bed. “I need to fuck you, Finley. I need to fuck you so bad.”
“Have you ever sunk your cock deep into a woman’s ass?”
“Fuck—” He squeezed his eyes shut, pure pleasure soaking through his expression. He humped like he was rabid—big, strong movements that caught my eyes and trapped them. His body, even in pain, moved with graceful fluidity. He was quite the specimen. Powerful. Raw. So fucking hot it shouldn’t be allowed.
I stroked that fevered skin. Pounded my fingers into myself. Wished I had another hand so I could manipulate a nipple.
“Have you dreamed of me, Nyfain?” I asked, almost at an out-of-body experience. For some reason, it was so erotic holding the control right now. Taunting him. Playing with him. I knew the role reversal was driving him crazy with need. I knew he wanted to rise and steal that control back. To throw me under him and plunge deep into my wet depths. Dominate me until we were both spent and sanguine.
“Have you dreamed of fucking me?” I whispered, licking him again.
“Dreamed at night, daydreamed, fucked my hand raw replaying you arching into me, trying to force your breast a little deeper into my mouth. Or pumping against my fingers while I held you to the tree. Begging for my cock.”