Mercury could have never imagined he had the self-control to sit there and be tortured like this. The damp heat of her pussy was like a brand through the sheer material of her panties as she rubbed against his cock.
Her touch was exquisite. Her lips over his shoulders, her hands stroking down the corded length of his arms as her hips undulated against him.
“Keep teasing me and I might not make it until you get to the taking part,” he groaned.
She nipped his neck in retaliation.
“Damn you!” He tilted his neck to give her better access, cursing the pleasure that had his hips arching against her, his cock head pulsing in delicious torture.
She nipped him again, then laved the little pleasure/pain center before her lips went lower. Tilting his head, he watched her, watched her expressive face, so filled with pleasure as she licked at his flesh, raked her teeth over it.
When her hot little mouth covered the hard disc of his male nipple, he swore he was going to come. Every muscle in his body tensed to hold back. His balls ached. His cock flexed, throbbed, and a vicious groan tore from his throat.
That didn’t stop her. He saw the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she sucked the hard disc into there and flicked her tongue over it. Her expression was mesmerized, mesmerizing. Flushed and filled with sensuality. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on.
“Are you ready to take me yet?” She kissed to the center of his chest, pulling back, going to her knees on the floor as he stared down at her, nearly helpless with anticipation.
“That wasn’t the deal,” he groaned.
“We had a deal?” She nipped his stomach, just above the throbbing crest of his erection.
“Understanding?” He gasped.
“Maybe I don’t understand why.” She lifted her lashes and stared back at him, and he saw the vulnerability in her gaze, the hint of confusion.
“Then maybe you need to figure it out.” He stared back at her, implacable. He wouldn’t be moved from this. No matter how much either of them hurt for it. No matter the stubbornness he could see raging inside her. She had to understand whom he had mated. Whom his soul belonged to. To do that, she had to choose to accept, to take what was hers. Just as he had taken what was his.
“Breeds are stubborn.” She lowered her head and blew a damp breath of air over the too-sensitive crest of his cock.
“You should know,” he said hoarsely, then nearly gave a shout of agonizing pleasure when her mouth covered the flared, engorged crest and drew it into her mouth.
“Ah hell,” he snarled as his hips jerked, plunging his flesh deeper into her mouth. “Ah God, Ria. You’re killing me.”
She was drawing on him, her mouth hungry, her tongue a lash of heated pleasure against the overly sensitive head. His nails dug into the couch cushions. He was certain fabric tore. His thighs bunched, and he felt consumed by her. He was consumed by her. His heart, his soul, the heat of his cock, and he wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up.
“Ria,” he groaned. “Baby. I’m too fucking close.”
He pressed his head back along the couch, fighting for control. But she didn’t ease up. She sucked and licked, her hands, sweet soft little hands, pumped the hard flesh of the shaft.
“Ria. Dammit. I’m going to fucking come.” Yep, the cushions tore, the foam inside shredding beneath his nails. “Son of a bitch!”
A ragged yell tore from him as her mouth enclosed the head, only the head, sucked and drew the pulsing, streaming jets of release from him.
Agony pierced his balls, the underside of his cock heat. The barb throbbed beneath the flesh, the milking motion needed to draw it free absent as she consumed the wash of his semen. She sucked and licked and he was panting, a sweat sheen on his body as his cock seemed harder, more viciously aroused than ever before.
He was seconds from insanity. Adrenaline raced through him, his vision blurred, hunger tearing through him with a force he couldn’t seem to control.
And he could smell her need. It filled his head, drawing deep-throated growls from his chest as his head jerked up, watching as she rose over him, straddling him, the head of his cock tucking against the soft, curl-shrouded folds of saturated flesh.
She began taking him. Her eyes locked with his as he felt her moving, liquid-tight heat surrounding the tortured flesh, working it inside her.
And her eyes. So dark. They were filled with pleasure, pain, with possessiveness. He snarled back at her, seeing that, pleasure and pride tearing through him as he saw what she still yet refused to admit. That she was claiming him the same as he had already claimed her.
“What do you do to me?” she whispered as she worked his flesh deeper inside her, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Mercury, what do you do to me?”
He couldn’t move his hands from the cushions. If he touched her, if he dared allow himself to feel the heat of her skin, then he would take her.
“I fill you, Ria.” In every way. In all ways. He would always fill her, fulfill her, hold her and warm her. With her permission or without it.
He was a Breed male. The game he played now, to force her admittance that he was her mate, he played only because he was certain of the outcome. Otherwise, she would never get out of his bed. Never step foot from his sight until she realized it.
“I’m filling me,” she panted. “You’re just sitting there, Mercury.” Her moan was hoarse as she took more of him, working herself on the thick intrusion as he strained against thrusting.
God, he wasn’t going to last much longer. The feel of her snug grip, the slick, wet glide of her sex over his erection, was killing him.
He could feel sweat trickling down his neck, and even that wasn’t left alone. Her head lowered, her tongue licked, and his hips jerked when her teeth raked against him.
He buried himself an inch inside her before he could stop, but the whispery whimper of her pleasure at his neck was worth it.
Her lips increased in speed, working over him, sucking more and more of him into her as the heat began to surround them like flames.
The cushion shredded beneath his grip; control was lost as with one deep cry Ria impaled herself fully on the hard rise of his cock.
Okay, she had him. She took him. That was it.
The growl that tore from him was pure male animal. His hands clamped on her hips as he began thrusting, meeting her hard downward strokes and falling into a pit of such ecstasy that he never wanted to be free.
Ria was entranced by the sight of Mercury. She stared at him-the way his lashes brushed his cheeks, the complete sensuality that washed through his expression. Not that she had enough mind left to do anything but ride the hard length of his cock.
The pleasure was tearing through her. Need was like a vicious, ragged wound at her clit, in her womb. Her muscles clenched, and wildness shuddered through her.
But she had to watch him. She had to hold on to something because everything inside her was rushing along the roller-coaster ride that this pleasure was turning into.
Her hands moved desperately over his shoulders, her nails raked against it; the tough, heavy density of his skin didn’t break, but the welts would be clear for hours. A testament, a brand. But not enough.
“Mercury!” She was crying out his name.
Her teeth clenched. She wouldn’t bite. She wasn’t going to bite. She had bitten once, but she had managed to restrain herself. Managed not to break the skin, not to place her brand on him.
She shook her head.
“Do it, damn you!” His eyes opened, artic blue flaming with gold pinpoints. “Do it!”