Christian’s POV
I drop my head and press my nose into the hollow of her neck. I take a deep breath, filling my senses with her scent.
I get hints of lavender, and the forest, but I also get a big whiff of the heady feminine essence that has already spelled doom for my self-control.
I lower myself back onto the bed and gather her in my arms. Warmth, that’s what she wants. I’m going to give her so much of it she’ll be feverish by the time I’m done.
She gives a deep sigh of contentment as she nestles against me, her head tucked just below my chin and her arms folded against my chest.
I reach for her back, and after a moment’s hesitance, dip my hand below her t-shirt. When I press my palm against her skin, a shiver rocks her body.
“You okay?” My voice is so thick it sounds foreign to me.
She nods, her hair tickling my jaw and throat.
I slide my hand over her cool skin, rubbing upwards towards her shoulders. Near the top, I run into an obstruction. Her bra. “Can I get rid of this?” I ask, my fingers caressing her skin along the strap.
She doesn’t reply immediately, and for a moment, I think she is going to stop this. But then her head moves again in an affirmative nod.
In seconds, my fingers have released the clasp. I drive my thoughts away from the fact that her breasts are within reach and unobstructed. I should get her warmed up first.
When I reach her shoulders, I move my hand back towards the small of her back, rubbing in circular motions.
“Better?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
That’s the last thing she needs to be worried about.
I keep rubbing her back until I feel her skin grow warm beneath my touch. I change my hand’s position and settle it on her side, at the dip of her waist. She sucks in a ragged breath but says nothing.
Taking her silence for approval, I drag my hand up her side. It goes under the loose bra, and then my thumb brushes against the underside of her breast. By now, my erection is harder than a rock, and it feels like I’ll die if I don’t give in to my body’s need ASAP.
This time, I don’t test the watersI dive in head first.
I cup her breast in my hand beneath her loose bra and knead my fingers into the soft flesh. She gasps, and one of her hands turns to lay flat against my chest. I think she is going to push me aside. Her fingers grip my shirt instead.
I swipe my thumb over her nipple, which already feels like a hardened pebble. Her grip on my shirt tightens, and I’m aware of her quickened breathing.
I could spend all day driving her crazy just to see how she responds to my touch, but today is not that day.
“Touch me,” I tell her. Because I need her hands on me. Right now. I release her breast and take the hand that’s resting on my chest. I lead her south until her palm is resting on my bulge. “Here.”
When she presses her palm against my erection, a deep growl escapes my lips. Have I always been so sensitive? No. It’s never felt like this. And all she is doing is moving her hand tentatively over the material of my jeans, as if unsure of herself.
“Harder,” I say, wrapping my hand around her wrist and applying pressure. “It won’t break.”
Her hand moves more surely, applying more pressure. I pump my hips, pushing my erection into her touch. “Yeah. Like that.”
I reach for her jeans and pop her button. I need to feel her. How wet she is. How ready she is for me. I bring down her zipper and then dip my hand below her panties.
My fingers go through soft curls before encountering her swollen clit. She moves her thighs together as if just realising what I’m up to. I move my fingers over her nub, teasing. And then I go lower to her slit.
Another growl bubbles up in my throat when my fingers meet wet and slippery flesh.
MINE.
That’s Ian, finally joining the party.
And what do you know, he doesn’t waste time giving instructions.
“Make her ours.”
I’m doing my best not to mount her like an animal right now, but don’t worry, that’s the plan.
Slowly, I push my middle finger into her pussy. Her entire body goes rigid, and a shocked gasp leaves her mouth.
“I’ll make you feel good,” I promise, withdrawing and circling my finger around her opening. “Just relax.”
If she tries to, it doesn’t work. I ease my hand from her panties and urge her onto her back. Finally, I can see her face. It’s flushed, no longer pale. Her entire body has heated up, so my first mission is over and done.
I get up and over her, encasing her lower body between my thighs. I reach for her t shirt. “Let’s get rid of this.”
She bites her lower lip and raises her arms. The t-shirt is gone in a matter of seconds. And then I finally pull her bra down her arms. The moment her torso is totally naked, her hands come up to cover her breasts.
“Don’t hide,” I tell her, reaching for her hands and pulling them away. “You are so beautiful, and I want to see you.”
She doesn’t try to cover up again, but she closes her eyes. I lower my head and wrap my lips around her right breast. She gasps again, and then her hand is in my hair. I massage her nipple with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She writhes beneath me, her stiffness melting away.
I turn to her other breast and move my hand down her belly and towards the centre of her legs again. This time, when my finger penetrates her wet pussy, she doesn’t shut down on me.
I push the digit in, relishing the feeling of soaking wet, soft, and warm feminine flesh parting to let me in. And because I’m greedy and about to bust a nut inside my jeans, when I withdraw my finger, I make it two in my next thrust.
My name leaves her lips in a gasp.
“How is that?” I ask, thrusting my fingers deep into her, and then dragging them out slowly. She is so tight, I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like to have my cock inside her.
“More,” she cries out.
And more I deliver. I lift my head from her chest and watch the sequence of expressions on her face as I fuck her with my fingers. She doesn’t hold back her moans, and holy, they are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.
I twist my fingers inside her, give her a good rub in her inner walls, and then make it three.
“Please,” she says, her eyes finally opening. She is done being shy.
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“I…I don’t know. But I feel…I feel…”
I think I know what she wants to say. And that’s when realisation hits. “Have you ever done this before?”
I didn’t think it was possible for her face to get any redder, but it does. “No,” she whispers.
Holy fuck. She is a total virgin. No man has touched her before. Nobody has seen her like this, nobody has heard her sexy sounds before… I’m her first.
I bend my head low and claim her mouth with mine. As I kiss her hard, I give her what she wants but has no words for.
I thrust my fingers deep into her, stretching her, reaching for her most sensitive spot. I go faster, harder, and then she is falling apart beneath me.
Her pussy walls clamp down on my fingers, coating them with even more of her juices. She cries out and the sound gets muffled between our lips. Her teeth come down hard on my bottom lip but instead of pain, a jolt of white-hot lust goes right down to my dick.
When her pussy is no longer trying to strangle my fingers, I pull them out and get on my knees. I do quick work of getting out of my jeans and boxers.
This is it. I’m going to claim her, mark her, and none of the others will be able to get close to her. None of the others will matter to her.
I almost cannot believe this is happening. When I found out I would be vying for her attention with two others, I imagined it would be a long-drawn, bloody battle.
When she pushed me away this afternoon, I never would have imagined that before the day’s end, she would be mine.
Mine, forever.
I almost miss that thought. But I don’t and it stops me in my tracks. That was my thought. Not Ian’s.
All of this dallying is making me lose my head. I should have fucked her a long time ago and gotten this out of the way.
I shouldn’t care how she looks when she comes, the sounds she makes. I don’t care. All that matters is that I get to have her before Levi. And use her to give my father a huge ‘fuck you’ in his face. Nothing about this involves any kind of forever.
I pull my shirt over my head. I fight the urge to look at her face as I reach for her jeans. She lifts her hips to allow me to drag them down her hips and thighs. When they are lying somewhere on the bed, I reach for her panties and get them out of the way too.
I settle between her legs and push her thighs apart.
“Wait,” she says, breathless.
“What?” The word comes out impatient, short. Shit. I don’t want to give her a reason to change her mind.
“Will it fit?”
I finally look at her face and find that her eyes are fixed on my hard cock, a fearful expression on her face.
“It will, don’t worry.” I take my cock in one hand and stroke it. Then, lowering my hips, I line up the head to her opening.
“Wait,” she says again.
I don’t think I can wait anymore. I’m of half a mind to thrust into her and get it done with, but even I know that’s a dick move. I don’t want to hurt her, and I also don’t want to piss her off.
“Hey, relax,” I tell her, looking up at her.
She shakes her head. “No, it’s…” I watch as her face fills with total panic. “It’s Kai.”
What the fuck?
I’m here, my hard as a rock cock two inches from her pussy, and she is thinking about him?
“What the fuck?” I growl.
She brings her hands up and pushes at my chest. “I need to go to him.”
I don’t budge. “Do you think this is a joke?” Has she been toying with me all along? What was this, an experiment of some sort?
“He is in danger! He is in pain. He is in so much pain, I can feel it. I have to get to him.”
She stops trying to push me away and rolls from under me. I’m too shocked to move.
My body trembles with unmet need as I watch her hurry around the room, pulling on her discarded clothes. My cock is yet to get that the party is over, so I’ve still got a raging erection.
Is she really going to leave like this?
I feel like screaming.
She finishes dressing and looks back at me. A look of guilt flashes across her face. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
And then she walks out the door. Here I am, still dying to be inside her, and there she is, running to another male.
My initial imagination was on point.
This is going to be a long-drawn, bloody battle.