Ripper (Hunter #1)(79)

My lover needed. He needed this, needed me submissive to his sexual whims so he could handle what I had to do. He would shove down his hate, his jealousy, his possessiveness if I would give him these hours of respite.

I could do that. I wanted to more than anything.

I was his supplicant for the moment. I suppose there are some women who would never bow in front of a man, but I’ve discovered that often a true partnership is never equal all the time. It’s a trade, a fluid bending from partner to partner when the need arises. One on their knees, worshipping the other and then the positions flip as easily as day turning to night. I never want to be so strong that I can’t love enough to bend.

Not even after what happened.

But this night, oh this night, I was happy on my knees in front of my lover.

“Link your hands behind your back,” Gray ordered as he moved toward me. “Hold them there until I give you permission to move. If you need it, I’ll tie them together.”

“I can handle it,” I said breathlessly. This was a good place to be. I wasn’t thinking about inconsequential things like how pretty I was compared to him or how it all could fall apart. I was only thinking about the warm water on my back and how gorgeous he was standing there looking down at me with his deeply blue eyes, big hands stroking his dick. He had to be careful because those claws were out. I should have been worried about those claws, about the red sheen to his eyes, but somehow I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. The claws, the fangs, the fury I knew sat beneath Gray’s calm exterior—they were there to protect me, never to hurt me.

“Suck me, Kelsey.” His big body crowded mine. Strong legs spread as he brought that clawed hand to my hair. The edges sizzled along my scalp as he got a good hold. One hand stayed on his cock, guiding it into my mouth.

He pressed his dick to my lips and I got my first real taste of him. I licked at the head of his cock, getting a feel for every groove and curve of him. It was a mix of soft skin and hard muscle.

“Take it.” That dark voice of his seemed to have a straight line to my *.

I kept my hands behind my back and it forced me to focus on my mouth. I couldn’t touch him any other way, so I put all of my love and affection into kissing and licking and sucking him. I dragged my tongue around his cockhead before sucking him inside. He was so big, but I was determined to take him. He was mine and I would take him all.

I looked up and he was staring down at me, opening himself more than he ever had. He let me see the red of his eyes, licked his tongue over his fangs. Alien and so beautiful to me. He stared down at the place where his cock invaded, took territory, claimed me.

I sucked him deeper, needing all of him. Our connection was electric, a visceral thing I could feel that went beyond the physical. I could drown in him and I would be happy to go.

His hips flexed and he hit the back of my throat and it was all I could do not to gag. I concentrated on breathing through my nose and after a moment I could focus on the cock in my mouth. I let my tongue whirl around it as I sucked hard when he tried to retreat.

He hissed and moaned as he shoved back in. He advanced and retreated, every inch a delicious struggle. I ran my tongue around the head, loving the way the ridge felt in my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed and Gray nearly cried with the pleasure.

“Enough.” He tugged on my hair, pulling his cock from between my lips. His face was savage as he dropped down.

His mouth covered mine, threatening to devour me. My tongue played along those fangs of his. So much destructive power and yet they only brought pleasure to me. His claws tickled across my skin before he palmed my breasts. Every inch of my flesh felt alive and simmering. I was a good girl and kept my hands locked behind my back, offering my body and soul to him. He roamed the plains and valleys of my flesh with his fingers and his tongue. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and I nearly came then and there.

“Spread your knees further,” he ordered urgently. He groaned as he forced his claws to recede. He touched me, his fingers soft on my skin. “I’ll keep them sheathed from here on, baby. I want to touch you.”

I did as he asked and he shoved two fingers high into me. It was easy since I was dripping wet. He used his thumb to rub my clit and I moaned my approval.

“Good, you’re ready,” he said and I protested when he pulled his hand out. “Now, hands and knees.”

I let my hands go and knelt on the wet tile. My knees were spread and I was about as submissive as a female can be. I was presenting to him, offering for him to take whatever he wanted from me.

Gray immediately moved in behind me, roughly making a place for himself at my back. Before I knew what was happening, he had thrust his cock in to the hilt. He wrapped his hands around my hips for leverage and started to pound into me.

“You don’t forget this when you’re with that vampire tonight,” he groaned as he pushed in with his dick and pulled me back with his hands.

I was caught, penetrated and helpless and god help me, I loved every second of it. I felt alive as I gave over to Gray, his cock claiming me in the most primal fashion. Over and over he slammed into me.

“You don’t forget who you belong to. You say my name.”

“Gray,” I managed to cry out as I shoved back against him. He felt so good. I don’t know how I survived without this feeling. I was completely addicted to him. He was better than any drunk or high I’d ever experienced. None of that made me feel like I was precious, beloved. When Gray was inside me, I was all the things I feared I wasn’t—lovely and graceful and worthy. I didn’t question the feeling. I welcomed it as I welcomed him. I wanted my body to be his home, his safe place as he was becoming mine.