Page 8 of Bourbon Wishes (Wine Country Alphas #3)

Does she even know the lengths I'd go just to keep her here like this?

How many rules I'd break and lives I'd ruin just to make her mine?

My dad always said I'd know when I found my one.

I always thought he was full of shit, just a hopeless romantic talking out of his ass.

Turns out…Carter Grayson knows a helluva lot more about this soulmate shit than I realized, because whatever this is beating inside my chest isn't simple desire.

It's as inevitable as the tides, as inviolable as fucking gravity.

Constance Maverick is reordering my entire goddamn existence. And she's at the center of it.

I thrust my tongue into her tight little hole, fighting like hell to get it as far as I can. I want to taste the cherry in her. I want to lick it out of her before I claim it with my cock and give her mine in return.

She chants my name, babbling incoherently.

I spread her cheeks, licking lower, tasting that forbidden little hole, too. I want to claim and own it too, to possess it as thoroughly as I will every other hole on her body. She will be mine in every single way.

"Oh my god," she groans, going rigid beneath me. "You can't…you aren't…that's my…"

"Yeah, it's your pretty little asshole, baby." I flick that little rosebud with my tongue again. "Don't pretend you don't like it. I feel you quivering all over my face, Constance. You fucking love having my tongue right there, don't you?"

"No." She chokes on a sob. "Yes! God, Bastian. Do it again."

"I give the orders here," I remind her, but I flick that little hole with my tongue again anyway. Because, yeah, maybe I am a controlling bastard, but I'm also the motherfucker who can't deny her anything. Whatever she wants, I'll give her. Whatever she needs, I'll deliver.

"Jerk," she mumbles, but there's no heat to the insult. She's rocking against my face, clawing at my hands and the island.

"Yeah, I am," I groan, sucking one lip into my mouth and then the other. "But you fucking love it. It's the reason you're so wet right now. You act like you hate that I'm a controlling bastard, but we both know how much you want to drop to your knees and beg when I am."

"Do not," she gasps.

I bite her inner thigh, and she sobs my name.

"Little liar," I growl. "You get off on knowing I can handle your bullshit." I seam my lips around her clit, nibbling on it until she's wailing my name. "You fucking love not being in control with me, don't you?"

"N-no."

"Tell the truth if you want to come." I thrust my tongue into her hole again, fucking her with it.

My nose grinds against her clit. She sobs beneath me, arching and bucking.

She's so damn close, but I don't let her go over.

As soon as she starts fluttering around me, I back off, keeping her on the edge. "Tell me."

"Bastian, please!"

"Begging won't save you." My dick is so fucking hard I may not survive this.

Christ Almighty, the more she thrashes and resists and pleads, the more I want to sink into her until she's shattering for me.

But not until I get what I want. Not until she admits the truth.

I need it, goddammit. I need to hear that she loves this as much as I do.

We both know that's why she's here right now. She's spread across my island with my tongue lodged in her hot little hole because nothing makes her hotter than the back and forth and push and pull between us.

But maybe a tiny part of me needs assurance that she doesn't fucking hate me for being a domineering prick.

Maybe a tiny part needs to know she's as lost in this as I am, that she wants it as badly as I do.

Because, quite frankly, I'm lost in her.

I have been since day one. And if she doesn't feel the same, if this is just sex for her, I might not survive it.

I run my tongue in circles around her clit, dragging her back to the edge, only to back off again when she's right there, quivering and ready to explode. She wails my name, threatening to strangle me with my tie.

"Let me come!" she demands.

"Give me what I want, and then you can." I flick her clit again, nuzzling my face against her pussy. I want her all over me. I'll wear her juices like a badge of honor.

She groans my name through gritted teeth, still resisting.

When I pry her cheeks apart and lick her little asshole again, her defenses crack and crumble. She jerks beneath me, flailing and desperate.

"Yes!" she shouts. "Yes, I love that I don't have all the control with you!

I love knowing I don't have to hold back with you because you can handle me.

I love driving you crazy just to see how far I can push.

I love the way you look at me like you're desperate to make me obey.

I love that I'm the only one you look at that way! "

I roar her name, burying my face in her pussy.

She shouts mine, coming all over my face. Her body convulses beneath me, a sharp cry of ecstasy echoing around the kitchen. I feel it vibrating in my balls, and I know we're not making it to bed before I'm inside her. We're not even making it out of the kitchen.

I rip through the fly of my pants, desperate to get inside her. My tongue is still buried in her. She's still shattering around me. It's heaven and hell, and I need more. Christ, I need so much more.

I haul her off the island onto my lap, her legs splayed wide around my hips. My dick slides through her folds, her juices coating me.

"I can't wait," I growl in her ear, trying to contain her as she squirms all around on my lap, unable to stay still.

"Get inside me," she begs, clawing at my shoulders. One hand wraps around my tie, yanking my mouth to hers. I know she tastes herself on my lips when she moans into my mouth.

I line up at her entrance, trying like hell not to come before I'm even inside her. She already feels too damn good. Jesus Christ, I'm not going to survive this. I'm going to die buried nine deep in heaven, fucked to death by the sweetest little pussy.

She hovers over me, the head of my cock notched at her entrance, and then pulls back to look at me. As soon as I see the determination in her eyes, I reach for her, but I'm already too late.

She slams herself down on me, taking me all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust.

We both shout as her ass lands against my lap.

"Fuck," I growl, yanking her head back with her hair wrapped around my fist. "I should spank your ass for doing that."

"W-why?" she pants, writhing on top of me—in agony or bliss, I'm not sure. Her eyes are so glassy and dilated, they're midnight. "You l-loved it."

She isn't wrong. She's wrapped around me like a vise, all tight, wet perfection, squeezing every inch of my cock. There's nothing about that I don't love, except for the part where I could have hurt her. That part kills me.

"Are you okay?"

"No."

My stomach twists into knots.

"I need you to move, Bastian. Now." She whimpers softly, squirming on me again. "Fuck me."

Jesus. She isn't in agony. She's in heaven. The knots in the pit of my stomach slowly unwind, allowing me to breathe.

"Take a minute, Constance. You could have hurt yourself."

"I'm fine," she insists. "It's not the first time–"

A lethal growl rumbles from my lips, irrational jealousy surging through me. " Do not talk about other men when I'm inside you."

Her eyes widen. "That's not what I meant. I told you that I've never been with anyone else," she says softly. "I wouldn't lie about that. No one has ever touched me. I've just…um…toys."

My hands tighten around her waist like that's going to keep me from fucking her into tomorrow. Visions of her getting herself off with a toy play like an erotic movie behind my eyelids. I need to see that. I would literally kill to see that.

"How many toys do you have?" I rasp.

"Two."

"How often do you use them?"

The blush creeping up her cheeks says more than I think she'd like me to know.

"When did you start using them regularly, baby?"

"A while ago."

"How long ago?"

Her gaze darts from mine and then back before she huffs. "Three months ago," she grumbles. "Is that what you want to hear? That I get myself off after work every freaking day, thinking about you?"

I lift her off my cock and then slam her down again. "You don't use them again unless I'm watching," I growl. "If you even think about using them without me, you'll pay for it."

"Fine," she snaps. "Then you aren't allowed to jerk off unless I get to watch."

"You think I'm going to object to that?" I nip her bottom lip, lifting and dropping her again. "I'll let you watch me anytime you want, Constance." I nuzzle her throat, breathing her in. She feels like a dream, only better. Real and vital. "But be prepared for the consequences."

"W-what consequences?"

"If you're watching, I'll have you bent over, fucking you instead," I rasp, bucking my hips when I drop her again to force myself deeper. "You feel a helluva lot better than my hand." I bend forward, burying my face between her tits. "Christ, you were worth the wait."

"What?"

I ignore her, dragging my tongue along her cleavage. At least until her fingers sink into my hair, craning my head back. Her eyes meet mine, a little wild.

"What did you say?"

"You feel like heaven."

"The other part, Bastian," she huffs, rolling her eyes like she isn't on my cock right now.

"You were worth the wait."

Her eyes widen, startled. "Worth the wait? You mean…?"

"Yeah, baby," I say softly. "You aren't the only one having a whole lot of firsts tonight."

"Oh my god," she whispers, staring at me in shock. "Are you serious?"