Page 33 of The Never List (Never List #1)

Pierce

Sliding into Rylee’s mind is as easy as breathing—she’s opened that much for me. I don’t know if that makes her incredibly brave and trusting or dangerously reckless, but I’m dying to find out.

I’m theirs. The words she so confidently expressed to my father earlier this evening ring out in my own mind. She meant it, too. With every fiber of her being, she meant it. And now, all those luscious fibers are mine to play with.

My eyes skim her body, which looks gorgeous in my fellow Legends’ colors of red and blue. I’ve seen her in emerald, too, and I’m certain there isn’t a color she can’t pull off. But right now, I want her naked.

Half a thought, and her clothes dissolve from her body, the soft ash caressing her skin on the way down. Her gasp of surprise is delightful.

“Rylee,” I say, stunned at the sight of her. She’s all luscious skin, long legs, and supple breasts. I want to taste every curve she has, want to unravel every piece of her until she’s a limp, sated bundle in my arms.

“You…” I groan at the way she’s reacting to my mental touch, to my powers caressing and teasing her body. I can feel her desire flickering against every sensory receptor I possess, like little flames dancing on my skin. She’s not afraid—I hold her entire being in my power’s grip, and she’s not afraid.

“Me, what?” She’s breathless, already riding that sweet edge of pleasure with every twist of my power inside her. I seek out the spots that cause her to moan and stroke the sparkling blooms, increasing the mental pressure there.

Her eyes are on me as I slowly approach her. Her sexy black heels are all I’ve left her wearing, and they dangle just above the floor where I hold her. I unbutton my sleeves, rolling them up to my elbows as I stop in front of her.

“You’re flirting with the edge of release,” I say, my tone low between us. “I can feel the tension winding up inside you with every subtle flick of my power. Like this…” I roll my energy inside her, and she whimpers, her head leaning back. “Look at me, darling,” I say, and her head dips forward. I mentally lift her to my eye level, gently gripping her chin. “You’re mine now.” She shivers at my words. “Your mind, body, and heart belong to me. So,” I say, smiling as I tease her mouth with my tongue, “do what I say and come .”

Her moan is my new favorite melody as her orgasm floods her body, the taste of her energy tingling along my tongue like the sweetest sparkling wine. It nearly brings me to my knees, and I haven’t even touched her yet, not properly.

All in good time. And we have eons to play.

I’ve never been more certain in our choice to take things slow these last two weeks, developing what I never knew I needed—an unbreakable bond that I’ve never experienced before. And after her clear defense of us? Her devotion to us even when my father offered her everything?

She has me…heart and soul and mind.

“Pierce,” she says, her breaths ragged. “I want to touch you,” she begs. “Please.”

She tries to reach for me, but I still have a grip on her senses, her movements. I grin at her, heart pounding, arousal thrumming through me. I haven’t wanted to sink inside someone so much in so, so very long. Rylee has been a delicious enigma since the Choosing, and now that I have her all to myself, I’m not sure which fantasy I want to play out first. I’ve had several in the months she’s spent in my fellow Legends’ cities.

“Please,” she says. “Don’t leave my mind. Just let me touch you.”

I shudder. The intensity…the sincerity in her words makes me feel as if she’s in my mind, flaying me open with a power she can’t possibly possess.

Her heels gently touch the floor, and every muscle in my body clenches at the way she looks striding toward me—all confidence and desire. She’s incredible. And she’s mine…at least for now.

Almost timidly, she brushes her mouth over mine. Explorative as she unbuttons my shirt and slides it off my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. She doesn’t stop kissing me as her fingers find my pants, and I stroke my tongue into her mouth before she pulls back. She smirks at me and tugs my pants down, gliding to her knees while she does it.

Fuck. Me.

The most adorable look of delighted surprise flutters over her features as she comes face-to-face with the evidence of how much I want her. Nothing about Rylee is for show; not an inch of her is doing this for my power, wealth, or position. Everything in her eyes—flicking up at me as she wraps her hands around my length—speaks of nothing but want and primal need. As if she feels as connected to me as I do to her.

And her mind…fuck, I’m still in there, caressing her mental self, teasing and stroking her most favorite spots, and every piece of her wants me for me. I can sense it all around her being—she wants me for my wit, my intelligence. She loves the way I kiss the back of her hand and the way my tongue rolls over the term of endearment I’ve given her.

After months of being unable to crack through her unknown mental walls, she’s let me in willingly, and it’s…everything.

“Darling,” I say just to feel her shiver in delight.

“Yes?” she asks, stroking my length in too-light touches, teasing me until I jerk my hips forward in her grasp.

I smooth my fingers through her hair, looking down at her. “You don’t need to be on your knees for me,” I say, urging her up, but she stops me, shaking her head.

“What part of this position do you think is about you?” she asks, grinning deviously.

A jolt of awareness ripples through me, and before I can respond, she wraps her lips around my shaft and sucks me into her mouth. “Fuck,” I hiss, head arching back as she takes me deeper. She swirls her tongue, her hand still firmly gripped around my base as she squeezes and works me into fucking oblivion.

She moans, and the vibrations tremble down my shaft. “Rylee,” I groan as she takes me deeper, her mind still in my grasp. I lose the damper I constantly keep on my powers, and she shudders at the shift in intensity but doesn’t stop. “If it’s too much,” I say, but she moans over me again, moving faster, as if to show nothing is too much for her.

Her determination and strength are practically screaming at me through my connection to her mind, and she’s not boasting—she’s the strongest mate potential I’ve ever felt, quite possibly as strong as the Legends…

And that knowledge creates a thread that weaves further down, deeper inside her, where I find—

Rylee adjusts her angle, and I bottom out in her throat, the sensation jerking me firmly to the present. “Darling,” I groan as she ups her speed and tightens her grip. “I’m going to come.” Sparks rip their way up my spine as my release builds. I reach out, spreading my powers throughout her essence, teasing every nerve ending, brushing my power against the thousands of receptors aching for pressure until she comes again. Her moans around my length shove me right over the edge.

I try to pull away in time, unsure of what she prefers, what she wants, but she holds me tighter—and that move alone makes me spill into her mouth. She swallows me down, and I swear I’m in fucking love .

I ride the high, gently pulling out. I rub my thumb over her swollen lips, then draw her up to my level.

“I’ve been thinking about how your lips would look wrapped around me since the Choosing,” I say, grinning down at her. “But you’ve exceeded every fantasy I could’ve possibly had. That deserves a reward.”

Her skin is already flushed from her two orgasms, but her eyes brighten at my words. “Oh?”

“Tell me where you want me to take you,” I say, skimming my fingers along the line of her jaw, down her neck, and then over her bare breasts. She arches into the touch, inhaling at the energy I weave around her body. “I can take you anywhere you can imagine.”

“Kal took me up in the sky,” Rylee says, and heat spears through my body as she shows me her memories of the way he claimed her with the stars surrounding them. Fuck, they look amazing together.

“Axl took me on his ship.” Her mind shifts to that memory, fueling the fire licking my skin. “And they took me together,” she continues, then bites her bottom lip.

“Fuck,” I groan as the scene plays out in my mind. Axl and Kal have shared her so many times, so many different ways. And each one looks better than the next. “You appear to enjoy being taken by multiple men, darling,” I say. “Wait until I take you.”

Her eyes flicker down between us to where I’m already growing hard for her again. She knows what she’s doing by drawing up those specific memories, taunting me, teasing me, challenging me to do better. Well, two can play that game.

“Then that’s what I want,” she answers, splaying her palms over my chest and rising on her tiptoes to bring her lips to mine. “You don’t have to take me anywhere. I just want you.”

I swallow around the emotion clogging my throat and crush my lips against hers. “You want me?”

“Yes,” she breathes against my mouth.

“All of me?” I ask, needing her to be absolutely clear.

She draws back just enough to meet my eyes, every ounce of her being radiating the word yes.

I smile down at her. “Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.”