The Viper's Nest (Kit Davenport #4)(34)

Hot lips closed over my nipple, sucking for a second before his teeth bit down, making me gasp and jump. At the same moment, he thrust his cock up into me, and I fell to fucking pieces. My orgasm hit so hard I probably woke the entire house up with my scream, but he was only just getting started.

“You like that, Kitten?” he asked, but I could hear the tension in his voice betraying his own tenuous hold on composure.

Good. I love when I push him to the edge.

“Shit,” I swore. “Yes, sir,” I added, remembering my role. I can honestly say I’d never thought I’d be into this style of relationship, but something about River brought it out in me. He clearly had so much more he wanted to do, and I couldn’t wait for the day we were no longer on the run and he could unleash the beast... so to speak.

He growled a wild sound, and I felt him shift on top of me. He was losing control, and I loved it.

My wrists bound and my sight obscured, I found myself hyper aware of my body. Every touch, every breath, every long, hard thrust of River’s cock inside me had me gasping and moaning.

Oh yeah, we’re doing this one again for sure.

I found myself trying to guess where his hands were going next or where is lips would land and couldn’t help but wonder what this would be like with more than one set of hands...

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, when he pinched my nipple just a fraction sharper than I’d anticipated, and he groaned as my walls tightened around him.

“You spoke out of turn, Kitten,” he panted, and a spike of both anticipation and dread shot through me.

Please do not tell me he’s going to do something insane like deny me another orgasm. That was only in shitty BDSM movies... wasn’t it?

“Fuck it,” he growled. “I’ll punish you tomorrow.”

Grabbing one of my legs under the thigh, he lifted it up until my ankle rested on his shoulder. The new angle had him hitting me deeper, and I moaned my approval as he began to move, pounding into me with a punishing rhythm. His fingers rubbed at my tender, well-worked clit while he fucked me, and within moments we came together. Hard.

“Holy shit, River,” I panted when the stars stopped exploding in my brain from my third insane orgasm of the evening. It really did pay to be a supernatural creature sometimes...

River chuckled a low laugh, tugging the scarf from my eyes and releasing my wrists before he collapsed beside me. The way he was post-sex, he was like a totally different person.

Relaxed and content.

Alpha was sexy as hell, but this River was who I was in love with.

“Holy shit is about right,” he replied with a lazy smile, kissing along my collarbone as I draped my jelly-like arms around his neck. “I think watching you three in the hot tub got me a bit more worked up than I really cared to admit.”

“Awesome,” I breathed. “I’ll be sure to put on a show like that more often then.”

“I don’t even know if that’s a good thing or not. Kitten, I swear, you’re like a drug that I just can’t seem to get enough of.” He lifted his head to look at me with serious, golden eyes. “Words can’t express how in love with you I am.”

I smiled at him a bit sadly because I understood what he was saying. But if he would let me change him, he wouldn’t need to hear it from me; he’d feel it.

“Why wouldn’t you let me heal you?” I blurted out rather than the reciprocal “me too” I had been intending to reply with. River’s body went rigid against me, and I could feel him pulling away from me again. “Never mind, I didn’t mean to ask that. Forget it.”

“Kit...” he sighed, pushing himself to sitting and rubbing at his forehead. The lack of nickname made my heart clench painfully, and I desperately wished I could take my words back. As much as I wished the guys would be open with me, as I had been with them, I never wanted to force the issue.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. You’ll tell me when you want to. Just... forget I said anything? Please?” I tugged on his wrist, trying to get him to come back to me. To maybe leave his walls down for just a little while longer while it was just us.

“I can’t, Kitten,” he replied, looking down at me for a long moment before standing up and pulling the covers down, indicating for me to wiggle underneath them. “You deserve full disclosure, same as I require of you.”

A little stunned, and not wanting to change his mind again, I kept my trap shut as he slid back into the bed with me and pulled me into his warm embrace.

“I don’t know anything for sure, but I’ll tell you my concerns. If that will help?” His voice was a little hesitant, and I simply nodded against his chest where my cheek was pressed to his ink. “Right, then. It’s to do with this... thing. This beast I keep caged in my mind...”

River proceeded to tell me of his struggles to keep this thing inside him caged, and suddenly his controlling nature began making a lot more sense. As did his reluctance to let me change him, and I couldn’t blame him. If I had lived with what he had for so many years, I’d be afraid of what might happen too.

“Do you think less of me?” he asked in a husky voice when he finished, and I pushed myself up to look at him in the eye.

“Totally the opposite,” I whispered, my throat tight with emotion as I considered all he’d learned to cope with as a child neglected by his parents. “I love you, River. Knowing you better only serves to make me love you more. But... you know it will happen eventually, right?”