Page 37 of Love the Way You Lion (Rise of the Resistance #3)
Her glare is glacial as she prowls, purposely avoiding everything I ache for her to touch.
I’m about to chastise her when she moves like wildfire and drops onto my cock.
A roar escapes my lips, and her satisfied purr tells me she’s won this round.
My hands reach down and grip her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, urging her to move.
Shaking her head, she stays still, her expression both triumphant and mischievous.
“Stop fucking around, minx, or I’ll…”
Her throaty laugh cuts me off as she does something with her inner muscles that makes my eyes cross and my head drop back onto the floor. “Or you’ll what, my wicked man?”
I don’t have words at the moment because I’m too busy choking on the sensations that curl from my balls to my gut and up my body, paralyzing my brain.
Where in the holy fuck did she learn to do that and why I am just finding out about it?
“Oh, my darling. There are so many things I can do that you haven’t experienced yet. You didn’t realize that I could bend myself into a pretzel to escape, now did you?”
Letting out a breath as she continues whatever the hell it is that she’s doing that’s melting my fucking brain into pudding, I shake my head mutely.
I’m going to leave bruises on the spot I’m gripping, but she doesn’t seem to care.
Her lips curve over her vicious feline fangs and she lifts and drops without warning, tearing a howl from me as she rocks hard and fast. I might as well let her have this one because I don’t know if I’m going to be able to form a sentence when she’s done.
Her claws lengthen—she didn’t have them fully extended during this fight and that should tell you something—and she rakes lines down my chest that will require healing.
Blood drips in rivulets and when she leans down to lick them without stopping the violent motions of her hips, I swear to Satan that my eyes cross.
“Don’t. Move,” she commands and I wonder if she’s done this with my — Before I can finish that thought, she snarls, lifting a hand to grip my throat. ~Do. Not. Finish. That. Thought. ~
Her movements grow more frantic and I can feel the rush of her orgasm coming as she alternates between squeezing my neck with one hand and leaving furrows all over my torso with the other.
This is the most primal fucking I’ve experienced, as Talia has lines from old scars in the past and I know my minx does, too, but she seems comfortable being in charge.
Perhaps it’s her dominance that makes this okay and fuck if I’m going to stop her.
Before she comes, she stops and I cry out in rage, balls tight with the need for release, and she smirks, tapping my lips with a claw.
She cuts her finger on one of my fangs and offers it to me, and I suck like I haven’t eaten enough people to satisfy me for days.
My hunger for her is unparalleled and no amount of random kills will ever sate it.
The flashing of her eyes says she knows that and after a moment, she yanks it away.
“Taurus…” she sing-songs, her expression full of wicked intent.
“What?!” I practically roar, unused to her showing this much control over her desire or mine.
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she leans back on her hands, lifts her hips, and spins herself in a circle without disconnecting our bodies until she’s sitting facing away from me. I choke and sputter as the muscles inside of her start that wicked waving again and I howl in response.
What in the fuck is she doing to me?
“You may sit up,” she breathes huskily. “Do not take control.”
I suck in a breath. I’m not a bottom, but she’s hot as hell and something about this encounter screams it is an exercise in trust. Complying, I sit up and it changes the angle of our coupling and she lets out a low groan that would give a porn star a run for her money.
It vibrates over my cock, and I wonder how long I will play this game.
“Minx…,” I warn, letting her know I will play along until I can’t anymore.
My naughty mate leans her head back into my shoulder, her back hitting the painful scratches on my chest and lighting the fire again. She whispers in my ear, “You may move. Hands on my tits, bad boy. Make me come.”
Eyes flashing with the demon, I snarl and drop my lips to her mating scar to suckle as I thrust into her.
My hands wander all over her frame, avoiding the scars I know she prefers untouched without having to look.
Her moans and gasps spur me on and one hand slides down to pinch her nub lightly, causing a contraction inside of her that makes my eyes cross again.
I can feel the climax inside of her build again and when it reaches the apex, I sink my fangs into her scar and she screams an ascending scale of sound that puts every dead bint in this hellhole to shame.
Her claws dig into my hips and her fangs are bared and glistening against her pink lips.
I could watch the view from this spot for the rest of my life and never bloody tire of it.
When her body shivers, I roll my neck, cracking it to prepare for whatever she has planned next.
She’s claimed victory this evening, and despite my competitive side, the demon inside of me is hungry for more of her Beast’s dominance—which has never happened before.
A purr echoes out of her, caressing my skin and making my heart race.
~What’s next, my violent beauty? ~ I murmur into her mind, surprised by how much I’m enjoying her letting go of all of her preconceived notions of who and what she’s supposed to be.
Her tail flicks back and forth and she laughs. ~To the victor go the spoils, my love. ~
Before I can ask what that means, she’s disapparated, leaving me hard and wanting. I roar my frustration into the rafters and she giggles into my mind.
~Ollie, Ollie, oxen free... ~
Oh, my minx knows me well. I love the chase and when I find her, I’m going to fuck her until she can’t walk, much less run from me again.
~Here kitty, kitty, kitty… ~ I rumble into her mind, the demon face sliding into place as I get to my feet.
This time, she’s mine.