A grunt.
Deep, manly.
Not hers.
Wrath’s.
I could feel the tear between personalities come down, the moment where my Dr. Jekyll, my good guy cop, gave way to the heathen that was Hyde.
My foot pounded through the door so hard the side splintered and then I was storming through, body so tight with contained fury it was a wonder I could move.
“What the fuck, Danner!” Harleigh Rose yelled at me from where she sat cross-legged on the floor beside the bed. “The door was fuckin’ open.”
I tracked every inch of her body with my eyes, tested the scent in the air for sex like some kind of fucking hound, and then I went to her, not satisfied she was clothed and untouched, and mine until I had my arms around her and my mouth on hers.
I ate her growl of protest until it was a moan and she melted the way she always did in my arms.
Yeah. Mine.
“Brother, ever heard of fuckin’ knockin’?” Wrath asked from behind me.
I whirled, shoving him in the shoulder hard. “What the fuck were doin’ in here gigglin’ and moanin’ anyway?”
Wrath stared at me implacably for a moment and then burst out into a rusty laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Oh, fuck.”
Harleigh Rose laughed lightly from behind me. “Not complainin’, but that was an awesome alpha rage.”
“I asked you a question,” I told Wrath, fists clenched to hold back the urge to punch him.
He was big, too big, and I knew I’d need my energy for The Fight.
“Dude, I grunt. Not got much to say, most of it can be said in a grunt,” Wrath explained, actual tears of mirth in his eyes. “And your woman laughs, from what I can tell it’s a Garro trait.”
Harleigh Rose came up beside me and wrapped a hand around my waist. “You know me and Wrath are just friends. It’s…it’s cool to have someone else to talk to about my brother.” Her eyes were wide and shining with sorrow as she looked up at me. “Miss him.”
My arm slid around her and pressed her to my front. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath of her floral scent, so perfect for my Rosie and so at odds with the world’s Harleigh Rose.
“A little on edge,” I muttered finally, looking at her then at Wrath in silent apology. “Gearin’ up for the fight.”
Wrath snorted. “Little jealous, more like, but whatever you gotta tell yourself, brother.”
I glared at him. “If you’d stop fuckin’ kissin’ her, might help with that.”
Wrath grinned, unrepentant. “Kiss again it means you fight with that much fury tonight. Fuck, you could take down me with that rage you had in your face when ya first busted in.”
“Was a close call,” I admitted, unashamed of my jealousy, because I was unashamed of the way I loved her. “Didn’t want to fuck you up for the fight. Countin’ on you to keep Harleigh Rose out of anyone else’s hands.”
Wrath’s mirth fell off his face and dropped to the floor like a stone. “Fuckin’ count on it, brother.”
I offered him my hand and we clapped each other on the back.
“Now get lost for a second, but mind the door,” I told him, pulling away and turning to Harleigh Rose.
“You got it,” he muttered with a grin as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
“Danner, what are you doing?” she hissed as I walked her to the edge of the bed then pushed her on to it.
I ignored her, flipping her over and yanking her hips up so her ass was tipped like a ripe fucking peach.
It was dangerous to fuck her in the Berserker’s house. Wildly inappropriate to risk us both by giving into my basic needs.
But nothing could have stopped me in that moment from claiming what was mine.
“Danner,” she snapped.
“Think you need reminding of who you belong to, Rosie,” I clipped, knowing by the way she shivered that she knew the tone of my voice. “A reminder of who owns your wet cunt and your wild soul. Who’s bed you’ve been sleeping in and who’s cock you’ve been worshipping.”
I reached around, undid her jeans and then yanked them down her thighs so the denim would keep them trapped closed. She gasped when I grasped the T of her thong and jerked it so the fabric snapped in half and then again when I dropped to my knees and spread her ass cheeks open with my thumbs so I could see her wet, pink center. So fucking pretty my mouth watered.
“Be quiet while I eat you,” I ordered before licking from her clit to her ass, her sweet taste exploding on my tongue, honeyed and heady as mead. “You make one noise and I’ll take you over my knee later and crop this fine ass with a paddle.”
She moaned softly, her body relaxing into her position as she ceded defeat to my domination. Fuck, but I lived for that moment of victory, for the second she turned pliable as warm wax in my molding hands.
I slapped her ass sharply. “What do you say to me?”
“Yes, Lion,” she moaned, rocking forward on her toes as I swatted her other cheek.
Then I dipped my head and feasted.
I bit the inside of her thighs until they glowed red and trembled, sucked her sweet lips and licked her straining, aching clit until her legs quaked all around me. My cock ached, the tip so wet with precum I could feel it dampen my boxers, but I didn’t touch it because having my mouth on her was revelation enough.
She was half-heaven, half-hell, each meeting at the apex of her thighs. And when I worshipped there, it was both a prayer and a sin.
I added three fingers to her pussy even though I knew it would be too much, eager to see her struggle to follow my orders.
A whimper cut off in her throat as she bucked back against my pumping fingers, against the thumb I swirled around her ass.
“Every single inch of you is mine to do with as I please,” I told her before leaning over to bite her gorgeous ass. “Your ass, your pussy, and your pretty mouth.”
“Yes, Lion,” she agreed on a short breath. “Use me. Fuck me anywhere where you want, just please give me your cock.”
“No,” I said, pressing a wicked smile against her thigh as I swatted her cheek again.
“Please,” she repeated.
Another slap.
“God,” she gasped, her legs shaking, her wetness sliding down her legs for me to lap up like melting cream. “Please, you fucking bastard, fuck me.”
There it was, the sass that came through the submission, the desperation that made her untamable, wild even as she succumbed to my will.
I stood up, shoved my athletic shorts down and slammed into her drenched cunt.
Immediately, she groaned, “Need to come.”
“No.”
I curved over her body taking her beaded nipples into my hands to tug, twist and play. My mouth at her neck, I bit and sucked, desperate to mark her and doing so until she cried out because I knew she could blame it on Wrath. I kissed the bite mark on her neck and thrust harder into her tight pussy.
“Gonna come,” she repeated.
“Not until I tell you.”
“Fuck,” she groaned roughly.
I reared up and pushed her down so her spine dipped and her ass raised higher.
“Take my cock like my good slut and I’ll let you come,” I grunted as sweat beaded on my forehead and fell to her pink ass.