Page 36 of Sin: The Mate Games (Apocalypse #1)

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Thirty-Six

MERRI

S in stared at me with something like awe written on his face. I knew this was the right decision. I’d never given oral sex to anyone. Jimmy and I had gone from kisses and heavy petting directly into the loss of our virginity with all the finesse of the inexperienced teens we’d been. Aside from practicing on a toy or two, these were uncharted waters. But Sin had proven he’d be the safest person for me to dive in with. Not only had he understood how to keep the others safe while I fed, he’d known exactly what I needed because he and I were the same. And not once had he pushed for more or tried to take advantage.

He also hadn’t come.

His cock strained against the fabric of his sweats, a damp patch betraying how needy he was. I knew a man’s tells, and this man’s dick was telling on him in a big way. He needed release.

“So how should we do this? Personally, I’ve always loved The Way of the Hound. But I’m a fan of them all, really. Missionary. The Flea Bag. The Big Lebowski. Cowgirl. Reverse Cowgirl. The Praying Mantis, although that one can get a little messy and painful.”

I gaped at him. “The . . . the . . . did you say The Way of the Hound?”

He nodded. “I’ve always felt doggy style was lacking in dignity.”

“Wait. I meant . . . you want . . .”

Oh dear God.

I felt the color drain from my face as I realized his head had gone straight to intercourse while I’d been planning on a nice BJ.

“Don’t you? You said... more .” He lowered his voice for the last word, and I could see exactly why he’d thought I’d meant sex.

I swallowed, struggling to find my words.

“Hey,” he murmured, reaching out to cup my cheek. “Where did you go?”

I blinked at him. “I... you know what happened the last time. I-I can’t. I’ll?—”

Understanding washed across his face, and he immediately pulled me into a hug. “Hey, hey, shhh, it’s all good, kitten. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m happy just holding you. But just so you know, you don’t have to worry about that . Nothing we do together will harm me. I’m Merri-proof. I promise.”

“You don’t know that.” Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought of Sin meeting the same fate as Jimmy.

“Yeah, I do. Remember when I said we are the same? Remember how satisfying it was when we had our session together?”

I nodded, my stupid lower lip quivering.

“Baby, you won’t hurt me. I’m your perfect match.” He held my face between his hands, his eyes staring deep into mine. There was no trace of guile or deception there. Just raw honesty.

“You’re sure?”

He nodded. “More positive than the Virgin Mary’s pregnancy test.”

I snickered. “That’s pretty positive.”

“Hand to God.”

I canted my head to the side. “Are you allowed to say that? You know, being a horseman and all. Doesn’t He work for the other side?”

“Shhh. Stop making so much sense. You said you want more. I need to know what that is. How can I give my girl everything she wants?”

I bit the inside of my cheek as I considered his words. I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to experience everything with him. He’d been one hundred percent right when he said that he would rock my world. Now that I knew what I’d been missing, I didn’t want a single experience to pass me by.

“You swear I won’t kill you?”

I could tell he was trying not to laugh, but he was determined to treat my fear as seriously as I was, and that meant more to me than anything else he could have done.

“Cross my heart,” he said, drawing an X over the center of his chest.

“Then I want to do it. The hound’s journey. The praying virgin. All of it. As long as it’s with you.”

The promise of rewriting my experience with sex, of taking something traumatic I’d carried with me for years and turning it into a new and beautiful thing, was too tempting to ignore. Sin was made for me. Just like he said. We were like two bookends, a matching set.

His smile stole my breath.

“I’m going to ask you a couple questions, okay?”

“Ooo-kay.”

“Do you mind telling me how you and the other guy did things?”

“Why?”

“I want to make sure we start with something else. So we don’t accidentally trigger you in the middle of the main event.” He waggled his brows and made me laugh. “In all seriousness, this is a big step for you, and I want you to be comfortable and feel safe. You—” He swallowed whatever he’d been about to say. “Your experience matters to me. Can’t ruin my satisfaction ranking, you know?”

My heart swelled with affection for this man who’d insisted he’d spent his life only taking and never giving. He’d given me so much in such a short time. Reaching down, I pulled the hem of his shirt up and lifted the fabric over my head. With a heated look, I dropped the fabric on the floor before rising to my knees so we were face-to-face.

“I don’t want to be on my back, and I don’t want it to be...” I wrinkled my nose, searching for the right word. “Sweet.”

“So you don’t want me to make slow, passionate love to you?”

“No?”

“Do you need me to fuck you, Merri? Hard and dirty, maybe a little rough, and a whole helluva lot of fun?”

Biting my lower lip, I nodded before reaching for the waistband of his pants and delving my hand inside. He groaned the instant my fingers brushed his hot, swollen length, tossing his head back with abandon.

“So good,” he rasped.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.”

His praise ignited my confidence, so I did it again, my grasp more firm this time.

Slick precum dripped from his tip, and I used it to my advantage, rolling my palm across the head and loving the way he rocked his hips forward.

“If you want me to come in your hand, don’t stop.”

“And if I’d rather you come inside me?”

“Then you’d better turn around and grab that headboard, baby.”

My nipples tightened so much they ached. I did as he said, presenting my ass to him while I held on for dear life. To his credit, he didn’t slam into me with no warning. His warm palm slid from the base of my spine all the way up to the nape of my neck before he twisted his fingers in my hair and pulled.

“The Way of the Hound, variation number one. One of my top three.”

His thick cock nudged my pussy, but he didn’t press inside yet.

“There’s more than one variation?”

“Mmmhmm.” He draped himself over me, his lips at my ear. “Variation two goes a little something like this.” He released my hair and sank his teeth into the muscles connecting my shoulder to my neck. As he did, his crown breached my entrance, both sensations pulling a strangled gasp from me. “Both are winners.”

“I can see why you think so,” I panted. My body was still so turned on from what happened downstairs in the salon. I was pretty sure one swipe of his rough fingers over my clit would send me over the edge again.

He slowly pressed forward, his hand now wrapped around my throat. “And that’s number three. I like them all, but I’m partial to the first one.”

“What else do you like?” I asked. My eyes fluttered closed as he slowly worked just the tip of his thick cock in and out of me.

“Well, there’s always the Sinner’s Prayer,” he murmured, taking my wrists one at a time and tugging until they were pressed together, his long fingers encircling them both. “Up straight, my good girl. Let me fuck you until you’re praying to come around my cock.”

“Yes,” I agreed, knowing I was practically there already.

When he pulled all the way out and then filled me again in one smooth, hard thrust, I realized I was wrong.

I was Jon Snow.

I knew nothing.

Every brutal thrust pressed against that same spot he’d found earlier inside me. The room became nothing but the two of us, our bodies slapping together, my wetness dripping down my thighs, the headboard banging over and over on the wall. I was pretty sure some plaster dust floated down from the ceiling.

With every rock of his hips into me, I felt my control slipping further away. I was a puppet, and Sin was my master.

I didn’t even realize I’d started chanting until his lips were at my ear again, his chuckle washing over me like a caress.

“Please, please, please,” I begged.

“That sounds like a prayer to me.”

His ragged breaths against my ear combined with the way he reached down and pressed on my lower belly as he drove into me sent me over the edge.

I came apart.

I came undone.

I came and came and came and didn’t stop coming.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as Sin tensed and shuddered behind me, his desperate groan of my name letting me know he’d found his own pleasure, but this time inside me.

“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so good. Never want to leave you,” he muttered, his words punctuated with heavy breaths.

I couldn’t help myself. I was like a shark after the first hint of blood in the water. I fed without consciously choosing to feed. I fed as hard as I came, which is to say I couldn’t stop. I was swept up in the sensation, gorging myself on his pleasure and floating in the beauty of what we’d created through the joining of our bodies.

He went limp behind me before finally rolling to his side, his cock slipping out of me and allowing me to fall into the soft mattress so I could catch my breath.

“Wow,” I managed, tilting my head so I could glance at him beside me. “At the risk of stroking your ego, I think you undersold your talents, mister. That was even better than I’d expected.”

I was already smiling, anticipating his smug comeback.

It never came.

“Sin?” I called, still smiling as I gave his shoulder a little shove.

No answer.

“Sinclair?”

I sat up and shook him, but he didn’t respond. He didn’t even blink.

“This isn’t funny, Sin. Answer me.” My voice was a reedy, tense thing.

But he didn’t move. His chest didn’t rise and fall. His pupils were blown, mouth slack, and I knew then and there I should never have trusted him.

A tear cascaded down my cheek as I stared at the evidence of what a monster I was.

“You fucking liar!” I screamed, my tears falling in earnest as I slammed my palm down on his chest. “You lied to me,” I whispered, voice breaking. “You promised you wouldn’t die, and you lied.”