Then he worked his way down my stomach, and my breath caught as he parted the slick lips of my pussy and dived in like he was starved.
“Oh!” My legs tried and failed to close. It was too intense and too much. The sum of my life sexual encounters were the rushed, fumbled couplings with Glenn that were more about connection than pleasure and the brutality that came after he died. I’d forced myself to forget both for different reasons. But my life had no context to draw on for this witchcraft Carter performed on my body.
Then his tongue found my clit, and I nearly levitated off the bed. A high, urgent coil was twisting me up and up. I thought this must be the pinnacle of pleasure until he caught the hot needy little nub between his lips and gently sucked.
Oh. My. God.
If Adam woke, I was going to lose my mind.
Carter stopped.
Why had he stopped?
What torturous trick was this?
“You’re tensing up, babe.”
I blinked at him in confusion.
“I was thinking about Adam.” The rest was better left undisclosed.
He scrubbed at his jaw and appeared genuinely bemused. “I must be doing something wrong.”
What? “God, no.” I shook my head. My entire pussy was tingling; my clit was throbbing. I needed him to finish what he’d started. “I was worried he might wake up.”
Smirking, and much to my disappointment, he shifted back. He put me on my hands and knees, kicked off his sleep pants, and filled me in a single thrust.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. I’d had a baby, for goodness sake, but no one had been inside me since long before Adam was born, and he was nearly nine months old. I couldn’t see what Carter was packing, but I felt every glorious inch.
“Fuck, babe, you’ve taken it all,” he muttered. I was still reeling from this statement when he pulled back and plowed me again.
“Fuck, yes.” Hands bracing my hips, he took me roughly and I loved every brutal moment. I came alive for him in a way I’d never done before. My body sawed on and off his cock, breasts swaying, ass slapping against him with every savage thrust. I pushed back, welcoming the ache deep inside, trembling with the strain of bracing myself.
“I’m going to fill this perfect pussy up.”
Those growled words were like a shot of raw lust that sent my pussy clenching and throbbing in joy.
“You like the sound of that, babe?”
“Yes!”
A fist tightened over my hair, arching my head back, and I swear I was close to coming apart.
“I might get you pregnant, Nora.”
I whimpered, delirious with how good that sounded.
“Tell me to fill you up.” A savage thrust was followed by the grinding of his crotch against my ass like he was trying to force it even deeper. “Tell me!”
“Please, I need you to come inside me. Please, come inside. I need it so bad.”
I wanted him bound to me.
Wanted the man who was gentle with Adam and me.
Wanted the monster who could fight.
And I wanted the rough lover who was using me just right.
I wanted everything he had to offer. I wanted it all.
Adrenaline flooded, a sweet ache deep inside that tipped into blissful contractions over his thick heavenly cock.
I swear he was deep enough to find my soul when he slammed and held.
His warmth flooded me.
My pussy fluttered in the aftermath, greedily sucking his seed into my womb where I needed it most.
We reached for each other so many times during the night. For the first time since I’d arrived at Carter’s apartment, Adam didn’t wake.
But the morning brought a message on Carter’s cell, and from the way he tensed, I knew it wasn’t the good kind of news. An important announcement that we must attend, I was told, with the man who called himself king.
I didn’t want to go. I wanted to hide in the bed and never leave the room again.
One thing I’d learned about Carter in the short time since I’d known him was that he was patient.
He took the time to explain to me why this was important.
One thing I’d learned about myself is that I was as stubborn as a proverbial mule when I decided I either did or didn’t want to do something. His explanations sounded reasonable, but I still didn’t want to go, a deep in the pit of my gut aversion. I came up with an impressive cast of reasons why Adam and I should stay at home. Really, my inventiveness knew no bounds.
Another thing I’d learned about Carter during our short acquaintance was that he didn’t tolerate any bullshit, which was very fucking frustrating. When he started that stern countdown, I knew I’d lost this round.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Carter
THE NEXT DAY, I could have used a break.
No one got a break in Guilder City.
A call came informing me that Taylor was making an announcement, which meant that I, along with around three thousand other personnel, were expected to attend.
I felt like shit and wasn’t in the mood to hear about his next expansion plan. We were still dealing with the fallout from the last big push that had delivered the self-appointed king another city. Injury rates were still high, and the territory was far from fully assimilated.
“Why do I need to go?” Nora demanded.
The threat of repercussion and my countdown had got her ass out of bed and in the shower, but she was still radiating feistiness as she paced back and forth before where I sat on the end of the bed, bouncing Adam in her arms.
“This isn’t a democracy,” I said, shoving my right foot into my boot and yanking the laces tight. “When Taylor addresses, attendance is mandatory. They don’t give out apartments like this to everyone. I made myself useful after I arrived. Went through the basic medical training before specializing in genetics.” I shoved my left foot into my boot and tightened the laces up. “You make yourself useful to Taylor, and he will look after you. So, yeah, I attend these things. That way, when Adam needs some new stuff, it appears as if by magic. I own you now. That means if I attend, so do you.”
Ownership. It still set a strange heat low in my belly whenever I acknowledged it.
It brought out a territorial side of me I’d never experienced before.
I’d marked her body up, first with the brander, and then in a primitive way: faint bruises where my fingers had braced her hips, love bites on her throat, tits, and inner thighs. I thought I ought to be more conflicted about my need to mark her perfect skin. She hadn’t been conflicted though, she had encouraged me, coming apart on a scream that I’d had to smother with my hand when I sucked with particular savagery against her throat.
As I’d run my fingertips over the marks in the early hours of the morning, I’d felt only satisfaction and pride.
When I glanced up, she still had a mulish set to her jaw. So much for me seeing the softer side after the fuck-fest last night. I just wanted to toss her on the bed and fuck the stubborn right out of her.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t time.
But there was always tonight.
I knew the grin spreading across my face had a feral edge. If Nora kept up this whining, she would find out what happened when I got to one.
“What?” She frowned faintly, which only made my smirk broader.
I stood. Wide blue eyes blinked up at me then lowered when I adjusted my dick in my pants, failing to find a position that didn’t exacerbate the hard-on.