Page 78 of Destined Dawn

“You have such an insatiable appetite,” he growls into my mouth. “It’s going to take five of us just to satisfy it.”

His words make me shiver hard with desire and the next thing I know he’s rolling me down on the floor and gathering up my dress.

The bedroom was bad enough but now we’re doing this right here in the middle of the suite – on display for anyone who comes looking for us.

I should care.

I don’t.

All I care about is his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin and him inside me. He swims his fingers through my folds – still sticky with arousal and Spencer – and I rub myself against him, a mewing sound bubbling in my throat.

He doesn’t even bother to undress us. He tugs down his zipper, freeing himself of his pants and murmurs the barrier spell.

Then, with his arms braced either side of my head, he thrusts into me.

“I love the feeling of you inside me,” I murmur, as I watch him transfixed, the way he uses his powerful body to pleasure me, thrusting deep inside me, knocking against my sensitive clit, making me dizzy with the sensations.

“Because it’s where I belong,” he says in that deep voice of his, a voice that rumbles in his chest and seems to vibrate through my own body.

Alone in the forest, I used to imagine what this would be like. And it was nothing like this. So vulnerable, yet so cherished. So invasive, yet so intimate. So raw, yet so cerebral. I never realized it was possible to feel this close to another person.

I come, my spine arching and bliss racing through my body. He watches me, eyes locked on me the whole time as I writhe beneath him, and when it’s done, he flips me over on to my stomach, pressing my chest down into the hard floor and lifting up my hips. Then he takes me from behind, the angle making it even deeper and even more intense. I stretch my hands above my head, scraping my fingernails into the polished floorboards and arching my back like a cat, forcing him even deeper.

“Fuck,” he says, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my hips, “fuck, little mate. You are so fucking delicious.”

He loses his careful pace, slamming into me once, twice, three times and coming deep inside me with the fourth, moaning his pleasure in a way that tips me over the edge a second time. Then he collapses down on top of me, smoothing the hair away from my face and kissing my cheek.

“You’re good, so, so good,” he murmurs into my ear and then he scoops me up into his arms and carries me back to the bedroom, laying me out on the bed beside a sleepingSpencer. I wriggle over the bed and snuggle up to Spencer’s warm body, peering up at Azlan.

“Get some sleep,” he whispers, about to move off. I catch his wrist.

“Don’t go,” I say, patting the sliver of mattress beside me.

“There isn’t room,” he says gruffly.

I give him my most determined look. “There’s plenty.” I pat the mattress again.

He shakes his head, but slips out of his jacket, his shirt and his ruined pants, and slides into the bed next to me.

Snuggled with my back against Spencer, I wrap my arm over Azlan’s waist and one leg between his.

“You know, Phoenix says you are a brat and I’m beginning to think he may be right.”

“You just said I was good,” I purr.

“Yeah,” he says softly, stroking my face again. “You’re my good little mate.”

I close my eyes, a smile hovering on my lips and soon I’m sound asleep. All my worries, for now, silenced and sedated.

28

Renzo

I can’t sleep.My mind’s too wired, a thousand voices jabbering away inside my head all at once. I sit in an armchair, my legs hanging over the arm, slinging my magic silently across the room.

The voices won’t stop. Not if I try and make them. No use arguing with them. I have to wait for them to run out of steam. Or wait for little rabbit. All the voices go quiet when she’s around as if they want to pay attention to what she’s doing.

It’s the middle of the fucking night though. Little rabbit asleep herself.