Her heart rate spikes, yet she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she kisses me harder, her tongue fighting mine for dominance.
My dick throbs painfully with the crazed need to bury myself inside her. I pull away to break the kiss, but in response, Sage growls at me. It takes a moment for her to understand what she has done as I sit up. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink in her embarrassment at riling me up more.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” she murmurs.
As the words leave her lips, her arousal surges through the bond. It smashes into me like a freight train, catching me completely off guard. But with it comes tingles of uneasiness.
“It’s the bond. The pull is stronger now,” I explain. She sighs, and I grip her chin, tilting her face back to mine. “Don’t be embarrassed, you’re supposed to feel like that,” I scold her, nipping her lips gently and sucking her bottom lip into my mouth.
She moans softly, pressing her body closer to me, and a deep purr escapes her throat. It vibrates in her chest while her arousal perfumes the room and I clutch her.
The scent is so foreign to me it burns through my senses. Sage never gets aroused. The closest she has gotten was when she let me eat her out. And yet, all I want and can think of is how much I wish to catch the whiff of this, every second of every day, for the rest of my life.
Usually, the only thing I get is the smell of her fear. She wraps her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. I roll her hips against me, and she moans into my mouth.
I press her against the bed and move between her legs, and I press some of my weight down on her when Donnie warns me. “Don’t push her too far, Andrei. You know she sits on a blade’s edge.”
“She seems fine,” I growl back at him.
“Because of the bond and Sierra, Sage is going off feeling now, and she will break if you keep pushing her too far,” he snaps at me.
I pull away from her lips and focus on trailing kisses down her cheek, jaw, and neck before letting her take my weight, my raging hard-on pressing against her.
A loud, heavy moan escapes her, and the next moment, she freezes. Her hand grips my hair, and she pushes her fear aside, but I don’t miss the slight tremble of her fingers when I suck on her mark. Her hips involuntarily grind against me, and I move away from her neck, aware that her reaction is caused only by me touching that spot.
Her hips are still as I nip and kiss her jaw. I quickly press my lips to hers and don’t let her pull me into another one of her tempting kisses. “We should stop,” I whisper. Her breathing is hard. Her lust-filled gaze focuses on my lips. I smile but stay strong and force down the desperate hunger that burns in my chest.
“Maybe we could try,” she suggests, but her nervousness creeps back in.
As much as I hate it, I understand I need to move away before I do anything that could send her spiraling back. But before I can act like a responsible adult, Sage rushes forward, pressing her lips to mine, and pulls me back to her. Once again, our lips lock, and I doubt I can hold myself back longer if she keeps tempting me like this.
I groan at her warmth pressed against my crotch, and feel her need for release. It overrides her as my hand moves between her legs. Her heart rate spikes again as I graze my fingertips against her slit. A low growl leaves my lips when I feel the moisture between her thighs.
“Mr. Andrei,” I hear a voice in the distance.
My body tenses, but I shake it off. I must be hearing things. Fuck, I hope I am because there is no saying when the next time Sage will allow me to touch her might come. This is already the second time she has given me the green light. I’m not willing to risk it.
“Mr. Andrei!” I hear a child’s voice again, but this time, the child is screaming at the top of their lungs. Sage jumps, hearing it too, and then comes the knocking. That’s beyond odd. The steel door barely picks up noise.
“Is that?” Sage asks.
“Jonah,” I answer with an annoyed growl.
“Mr. Andrei!” The voice gets louder, and Sage giggles.
“Jonah likes you,” she points out, her lips twitching.
“He can’t help it,” I sigh as I roll my eyes at the unexpected visit of what I assume is now my new best friend. And yet as annoying as it is, I know it isn’t the boy’s fault, and I can’t blame him for anything.
Children, especially orphans, are drawn to auras they feel to be safest near.
However, why he gets that from me is beyond me. I am far from approachable, even I know that.
I get up, move to the window to wave him off or spot someone to tell him to go away. Only when I toss back the curtain, he is at the window, nearly making me jump out of my skin as he balances on the ledge on the second floor. Sage shrieks, scrambling to cover herself with the blanket.
“Jonah, what the heck are you doing? How did you get up here?” I demand, both terrified and amazed at the same time. This little brat is something else.
“The ladder,” he says, and I look out the window for a ladder but don’t see one.
My eyebrows furrow as I return my gaze to the boy. “What ladder? What are you doing?”
“This ladder?” He asks, pointing to the side, and I look where he is pointing. I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers.
“That is a drain pipe, Jonah. Not a ladder. Now, get down from there, you don’t look through windows,” I scold him, and Sage giggles behind me like this kid didn’t just become the biggest cock-block ever.