Composure gone, he roughly thrust into her mouth, keeping his grip tight on her hair. She didn’t struggle. She sucked harder, purring. Glazed, hungry eyes locked with his, and his balls drew up tight.
Her mind fluttered against his. Come, she whispered.
That sensual invitation slid up his spine and acted like a trigger. He fucking exploded, swelling and pulsing inside her mouth. “Yeah, baby, drink my come.” She swallowed it all, holding his eyes the entire time.
Feeling rather pleased with herself, Devon pulled back and licked at her lower lip. Tanner was staring down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, his cheeks flushed. She was just about to ask when it was her turn to come, but then she found herself flat on her back on the mattress.
He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and clamped his hot mouth around her pussy. Inhaling sharply, she fisted the sheets as his tongue fluttered through her slick folds. God, that felt good. Too good.
Tongue, teeth, lips, fingers—he used them all as he wound her tighter and tighter until, finally, she shattered. And then he did it again, licking and probing and biting as he drove her into a mind-blowing orgasm that rendered her a shaking, whimpering mess.
His cock hard and heavy once more, Tanner flowed to his feet and flipped her onto her stomach. Flames of need licked at his skin. Only she could inflame and entice him this way. Only she could make him so fucking greedy and hungry.
He palmed her nape and dragged his hand down her spine, over the intricate lotus flower tattoo, smiling as she arched into his stroke just like a cat. He swatted her ass. “Up. I want you on your hands and knees. That’s my good girl.” He knelt behind her. “My demon wants me to take you like this. Wants me to fuck you so hard and deep it hurts. But it wants to do one little thing first …”
Devon jerked forward when a thick finger slammed into her. A cold draft swept over her back, making her shiver, as an inhuman growl rattled out of the body that blanketed her. A calloused fingertip probed her g-spot, and she almost jumped. Then the flesh beneath the tip of that finger began to burn … and she understood.
It hurt in the best way, but she was so stunned she tried moving away. Sharp teeth sank into the crook of her neck and held her in place. All she could do was cry out in pleasure/pain as the bastard branded her.
Finally, the burn faded, and a hot tongue bathed the bite on her neck. The air lost its chill, and Devon snarled. “Pooch, you need to do something about your demon. It’s fucking warped. It just branded my pussy.”
More aroused than he could ever remember being, Tanner wrapped her hair around his fist. “I know.” He snatched her head back and rammed his cock deep, bumping her cervix hard. He groaned through gritted teeth as her pussy clamped down on him and squeezed tight. “Fuck.”
Nothing cool or calm about him, he powered into her, filling the air with the sounds of grunting, snarling, and the slap of flesh. Every thrust was brutal. Forceful. Unrelenting. She went wild beneath him as his cock slid over the brand again and again, her moans a mix of both pleasure and pain. “Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare stop!” Spine arched, Devon pushed back to meet each hard thrust as he slammed in and out of her. The friction that came from his cock dragging over the hypersensitive nerve endings of her newly branded flesh was like nothing she’d ever felt. Already her body was wound excruciatingly tight as the friction built and built. And then her pussy began to quake.
Tanner groaned. “Yeah, kitten, fucking come. Milk my cock.”
A shockingly powerful orgasm barreled into Devon, sending an avalanche of sensation washing over her. She came with a scream, bucking and pulling at the bedsheets, as rope after rope of hot come splashed her quaking inner walls. And then she was floating.
She slumped to the mattress, mouth dry, chest heaving, body shuddering. And one-hundred percent sated.
Dropping beside her on the bed, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You okay?”
She opened one eye. “Not happy with your demon,” she slurred.
The corner of his mouth canted up. “You like it when the demon brands you.”
Yeah, but … “Not when it weirdly and inappropriately brands seriously sensitive places. And God only knows what the brand looks like.” At least she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone seeing it.
“My hound sent me a telepathic snapshot of it.” He took her palm and pointed at the mark there. “It looks like this, but it also has my fingerprint layered over the little tribal-like lines in the center of the circle.”
That was just weird, whatever way you looked at it. “Speaking of fingerprints, are these ever going to fade?” she asked, gesturing at the ones on her wrists.
His mouth twitched into a wider smile. “No.”
“I can’t walk around with fingerprints on my damn wrists, Tanner. I’m going to have to ask Raini to tattoo over them. You know that, right?”
The smile slipped from his face. “There’ll be no tattooing over them. Imagine if your feline branded me and I wanted to cover it. How would you feel?”
As if he were rejecting its claim on him, which she’d hate—psycho or not, her feline was part of her. Dammit. She sighed. “Fine, I’ll leave them be.”
“Good girl.” He laid a soft, languid devastating kiss on her that melted her bones.
She bit her lip. “You’re sure about this? About us?”
“You wouldn’t even think to ask that question if you knew what I feel for you. There’s nothing soft or soppy about it. It’s dark and intense and scares the shit out of me.” He cupped her neck. “I told you that I own you, but you own me just the same. You never leave my mind for even a second, no matter how much is going on around me. I don’t like leaving you. Don’t like other men being near you. Don’t like that you have an anchor because I selfishly want to be all you need.
“It should be annoying that you’re on my mind so much, but it’s not, and I don’t even know why. What I do know is that there’s no going back.”
Warmth bloomed inside her and the backs of her eyes prickled. She took a deep breath. “You have to be one-hundred percent certain about this, Tanner. You say I’m on your mind all the time. Well, right back at you. You made yourself important to me a long time ago. Now you’re offering me something I never thought I’d have. I don’t mind admitting I’m scared to believe you won’t change your mind. If you ever stopped caring for me or wanted to end this, it would absolutely destroy me.”
“You don’t ever have to worry that I’ll stop caring about you, just as you don’t ever have to worry that I’ll leave you. I’m going nowhere. You’re mine. All rights reserved.”
“Even if I can’t give you kids?”
“Even if,” he replied without hesitation. “The female hellhound from my lair went to see a specialist, you know. He told her that the causes of these things can sometimes be psychological. Maybe that knot of guilt sitting heavy on your stomach for not saving that baby has had an influence of some kind over this. We’re demons, our minds are seriously powerful things.” He palmed one side of her face and swept his thumb over her cheekbone. “You’ve got to let that senseless guilt go, kitten.”