Echoes of Fire (The Mercury Pack #4)(69)

Madisyn let out a shaky breath as his hands, calloused and confident and incredibly skilled, began to lazily roam over her. The rough pads of his fingers felt so amazingly good on her skin, tantalized all kinds of nerve endings, and sent yet more feel-good chemicals buzzing through her system. It would make it even better if he wasn’t purposely neglecting her nipples and pussy.

She melted against him, eyes fluttering shut. He wasn’t touching her to make her come. He was quite simply indulging himself. She felt it in the way he traced and stroked and shaped her body, like someone reacquainting themselves with a prized possession. It was nice and all, but her clit ached for his attention. “Bracken, I need—”

“I know. But right now, your objective isn’t to address your needs. It’s to please me. And it pleases me to touch you, taste you, and explore this delectable body I own. Once I’m satisfied, I’ll give you what you want.”

Paying no heed to her cautioning hiss, he went on cupping and shaping and tormenting her with those clever fingers. All the while, he teased her neck with little flicks of his tongue and grazes of his teeth. She almost groaned in relief when his hands finally zeroed in on her pussy.

Bracken slowly massaged her slick folds, making them open and shut over and over. The scent of her need rushed up, filled his lungs, and fisted his cock. His wolf growled his arousal. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You.” At the scrape of his teeth on her shoulder, she corrected, “Bracken.” His teeth dug a little deeper, and she winced. “Bracken Slater.”

“That’s right.” Humming against her neck, he raked his fingertips over her plump folds. “Property of Bracken Slater.”

“Property? Oh, now you’re pushing it.”

“Are you saying you’re not mine?”

“No.”

“Good, because it would be a lie. Every cell of your body, every inch of skin, every hair on your head—all of it belongs to me.” He cupped her pussy hard. “I’ve claimed the fuck out of this, haven’t I?” He stroked the globe of her ass, adding, “But this. I haven’t claimed this yet, which I’ll have to rectify soon.” Sensing she was about to object just to be contrary, he gripped her jaw. “Don’t you tell me you won’t give it to me.”

“Anal play holds no appeal for me.”

“You can’t keep from me what’s rightfully mine.” He let the hand gripping her jaw slide down to collar her throat, unsurprised by her reflexive hiss to the highly dominant hold. “Mine, Madisyn.” Keeping a firm grip on her throat, he tugged down one of her arms and sucked her index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He slid her wet finger between her folds—no more than a featherlight swipe, but it made her hips buck. “How slick are you?”

“See for yourself.”

“Not yet.” Again and again, he lightly fluttered her finger between her folds, taunting her sensitive nerve endings and denying her clit the attention he knew it was craving. At the same time, he went to work on her neck; kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. Soon, she was pliant against him, eyes shut, thighs shaking.

Cock throbbing to be in her, Bracken dipped her finger shallowly in her pussy. Let her feel it there. Let her feel the promise of being filled. She arched. Writhed. Tried taking over. But he held her hand completely still. “Ask nicely and you can have it.”

Madisyn’s spine snapped straight. Motherfucker. Ask nicely? Ask to have the use of her own damn finger? If she was honest, what annoyed her more than anything was that she liked that he was controlling how she touched her own body.

“You don’t want it inside you, baby? You don’t want something filling that tight pussy? I’ll bet it’s aching. I can take that ache away.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. She felt so hot and empty and needy. Her pussy was throbbing, needing something. And her finger was so close . . .

“Just ask nicely and I’ll take the hurt away.” He bit her earlobe and snarled into her ear, “I’ll slam this finger inside you and fuck you with it until you come. All you have to do is ask nicely.”

God, he was such a fucking bastard. Her body was screaming for release, felt like it was stretched by a rubber band of anticipation.

“Or maybe you’d rather have my fingers.”

Oh, now they were worth asking nicely for. Still, her back teeth locked. She could do this, she told herself. It was just a few fucking words. “Bracken.” But that was all she got out. Clearing her throat, she added, “Please make me come.” Two thick fingers slammed into her. Her back bowed, and she dug her nails into his arm.

“Such a good girl.” Bracken plunged his fingers fast and hard into her pussy over and over, rubbing her clit with his palm. He felt every little moan and whimper in his cock. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Madisyn. You want that, don’t you? You want my dick in you.” Pinching her nipple, he curved his thrusting fingers just right and—

Madisyn’s head flew back as she came hard. When her body settled, his fingers slowly slid out of her pussy, and all she could think was . . . more. Whirling, she snapped open his fly and curled her hand around his cock. She half expected the dominant bastard to order her to let go, but he didn’t. Squeezing her breasts, he thrust into her grip as she pumped. Each time she twisted her wrist on the downward stroke, his cock jerked—