Dauntless (Sons of Templar MC #5)(46)

I didn’t have time to inspect it. The pivotal change that came with that kiss. The earthquake it triggered between us, changing the landscape of our relationship. I didn’t have the time nor the brainpower because seconds into the most gentle and profound kiss of my life, it changed. Gabriel’s hands moved to my hips, biting into the flesh as his mouth took control of the tender kiss. Though it was no longer tender. It was carnal, animalistic. It was the earthquake that didn’t just change the landscape, but shattered it.

He growled into my mouth and moved back. “Fuck, Becky. You got to stop this now if you ain’t ready. If you want me to be the gentleman. ’Cause I’m f*ckin’ seconds away from losing every ounce of gentlemanly thoughts and taking you hard and fast against that wall.” His voice, his words, the bulging cords in neck, the sex in his eyes all set me alight and drenched my panties.

“Take me,” I rasped. The meaning was clear—I wanted him to take me, and not just against the wall.

His mouth claimed mine once more, his hands going to my ass and lifting me. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist. My tee rode up and my entire body shuddered when the thin film of my panties rubbed against his hardness with a ferocity that bordered on insanity, needing the friction, the release, more than my next breath.

My back slammed against the wall, hard. The tingle of pain that came with the impact only made me burn hotter.

Gabriel’s hand moved to my arms, yanking them up my body and holding both my wrists together in his iron grasp. He moved his mouth from mine and I glared at him for the loss.

His smile was that of a predator, his eyes midnight.

“Don’t stop,” I commanded, rubbing my body against him.

I didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes turned darker and his hand circled my neck so my legs and the wall were the only things keeping me attached to him. He exerted a small amount of pressure, a whisper of what he was capable of, but enough. “You’re not in charge here, firefly,” he growled. “That spirit makes my dick harder than marble. But here?” He pressed his torso into me so he rubbed against me in the most delicious way. I let out a strangled moan. “This? I’m in charge of this. You get it when and how I say. And you’re going to f*cking love every minute of it.”

I already was. Every f*cking second of it. Of him taking control. Of him taking over everything and me being at his mercy. Despite everything I was outside of that moment, it was something I craved, something I didn’t even know I wanted.

Domination.

He flexed his fingers once more. Then his hand at my neck moved and I could breathe easy. He grasped the bottom of my shirt, his other hand still at my wrists, and rolled it up. I stayed where I was thanks to the fact I was used to gripping poles. The shirt went over my head and up my arms. I expected him to let go of my wrists in order to discard it, but instead he did some sorcery and turned my tee into a binding, fastening my arms together above my head. Both hands moved back to my ass, sinking into it and plastering my body even closer, rubbing every inch of my naked torso against him.

“You’re going to keep those arms precisely where I put them,” he ordered. “They ain’t gonna move until I say so. You aren’t allowed to come until I decide that * is going to get its release.” His hands tightened, bordering on pain, and he captured my nipple between his teeth.

I cried out at the pleasure of the pain they inflicted, the perfect cocktail, bringing me to the edge of oblivion without even paying any attention to my soaked core. I itched to bring my hands down, to rake my nails down his back, to clutch him closer to me.

I didn’t because Gabriel was in charge, not me. That knowledge was not only hot as shit but a relief that made it possible to embrace every inch of the pleasure.

“Fuck, Becky, you’re f*ckin’ soaked. My girl likes this,” he growled in my ear as his expert fingers delved into my panties.

“I love it,” I hissed, my voice little more than a rasp.

He found the magic spot in an instant and I slammed my head back against the wall, my arms coming down of their own accord.

His hand was at my wrist in an instant.

“I didn’t say you could move these,” he rumbled. He kept my hands in his viselike grip while he worked me with his other hand, capturing my mouth roughly. “You gonna be a good girl now?” he asked against my lips.

I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe with the fire he was building. I could only nod.

He moved his hands from my wrists to circle my neck once more. “Open your eyes, Becky.”

I snapped them open at his command, unaware I’d even closed them. His were liquid and intense on mine. “You’re not going to come, are you, Becky?” he murmured, rubbing his thumb against my collarbone.

I let out a groan as he quickened the pace between my legs.

“Because I didn’t say you could do that either.” He nuzzled my neck, his stubble scratching the skin on my cheek. “Not until I’m inside that sweet * and I can feel it tighten around me. Then you can. Then you’ll do it again. Later I’ll taste your f*ckin’ climax on my tongue. Now, you will not. You get me?”

All I could do was nod.

“Good,” he growled.

Then his hand was gone, as if he could sense I was teetering on the edge. I was half insane with need, widening my eyes at him in a silent plead. He grinned hungrily, like a predator. “You’ll get my dick soon, firefly.”