Page 87 of The Bounty

My cock swells, cum shooting into her as I hold her hips down, forcing her to take every drop.

I roar and bring my mouth to her mating gland, sucking violently as she clamps down around my knot.

“Yes,” she moans, drowning my lap in slick. I inflate until she can’t move her hips, her cunt clamping onto me with a vice-like grip.

It’s fucking heaven.

She collapses against me, burying her face in my neck. Her breathing slows, and a puff of laughter escapes her.

The jealous, icy eyes that stood in the doorway have disappeared.

“Are you alright?” I ask, trailing my fingers up and down her spine.

“Yes,” she says softly, pressing a kiss to my neck. “For the first time in a long time, I am.”

She sits back to look at me, still seated on my cock. “That was incredible,” she whispers. “Oh God, I was so loud.” She puts her face in her hands, and I laugh.

“You were perfect,” I assure her, my chest rumbling in a purr. She sighs in my hold, and I situate us so I’m lying on my side with her against me.

“Tell me something about you,” she whispers, her voice drowsy with sleep. “Something I don’t know.”

I press another kiss to her hair, playing with the fiery red locks. “I’ve never purred for anyone else,” I admit, my rumble deepening as I confess my secret.

“Damn,” she murmurs. “I guess I’m special.”

I sigh and nuzzle her gland, her delicious scent washing over me. “You have no fucking idea.”

There’s more I could tell her, but I choose not to.

How I was always the problem child, the angry one while Dylan shined.

How I was teased mercilessly for my interest in computers, and never found anyone with the same passion for technology that I do.

When I fucked, it was merely transactional.

And how I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let her go.

But I keep those secrets for now, and purr for her until she falls asleep in my arms.

* * *

I wake later,and her skin is burning against mine.

She’s shaking in her sleep and sweat covers her brow, her hair sticking to her forehead.

Fuck.

I gently pull out of her and untangle myself from her arms. I refasten my pants, then turn my attention towards her.

Guilt stabs at me as I lift her in my arms.

What the fuck was I thinking, taking her for the first time like this?

She isn’t near a nest. She isn’t even in her own room.

Fucking hell.

Carrying her out of my office, I head to the elevator, passing by Killian.