Darker (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #6)(81)

“We can’t keep doing this,” I said, a catch in my voice. I ran my free hand through his sexy shock of hair, holding him close. “The constant conflict is killing me.”

“It’s what we do. We fight. Then, we f**k. And, we both damn well love it.” Arys knocked the flowers from my hand in his efforts to undress me. He peeled my top off and tossed it aside before burying his face in my cle**age. “You can’t escape me, beautiful wolf. All it does is make the need stronger. We are meant to be together, and you will have to accept that, conflict and all.”

The passion we shared crackled like lightning. Arys nuzzled my br**sts, his hands worked to slide the skirt down my legs. A slave to the longing he stirred within me, I tugged at his shirt, seeking his bare chest.

He kissed me again. I sucked hungrily on his tongue and nipped at his lower lip. Running my hands over his hard body, I abandoned the sense of reason that tried to stop me. He was right. The bastard was always right.

“I never feel like me anymore unless I’m with you,” I gasped out between kisses. “You’re inside me all the time. I don’t know how to live with that.”

My bra and panties quickly joined the rest of my things on the floor. Arys’s remaining clothes followed. He pressed me up against the wall in the hallway. His erection throbbed against my abdomen, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

Arys shook his head. Slipping a hand between my legs, he watched my face closely for a response. “That’s not true. You just hate having absolutely no control over something. So you have no say in this, is that such a bad thing?”

To accompany his question, Arys glided a finger over me, teasing me with his feather soft touch. I groaned and reached for his swollen hard-on. He slapped my hand away with a wicked smile.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded, his touch growing aggressive. “You’re mine and you know it. But, I want to hear you say it. Then, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

A rush of heat made my cheeks tingle, among other places. Arys’s possessive nature wouldn’t be denied. He fully expected me to obey his command.

“I want you.” My whisper became a soft moan. “You know I do.”

Arys slid two fingers inside me, making my knees weaken. “Keep talking, baby.”

I tried and failed to speak. He easily worked me into a frenzy, using the manipulation I had exerted over a man just hours ago to make me come undone. I loved every moment.

Arys grabbed my hand tightly and brought it to his lips. He kissed the inside of my wrist, hovering over the pumping artery there. I stiffened. The sharp sting of fangs followed, a light, teasing touch. Instead of puncturing my flesh, he continued up my arm to the sensitive inner curve of my elbow.

“Don’t ever try to walk away from me again,” he murmured, sucking at the pulsing blue vein beneath the surface of my skin. “I won’t be so accommodating next time.”

I shook my head vigorously. “I’m sorry, babe. I just feel so lost these days.”

Every time he pressed fangs to my flesh, I moaned. I wanted to feel him inside me in every way. Knowing I longed for his bite, he purposely held out.

“You’re never lost as long as I can find you.” Arys kissed me once more, tenderly this time. A gentle brush of our lips accompanied the tiniest slip of tongue. “I can always find you.”

I wrapped my arms around him and let my head fall back against the wall. The growing pleasure became an outlet for the pent up emotion I tried so hard to bury. The passion exploded forth. I kissed him with an aggression to rival the one building in Arys. A soft growl rumbled in my throat.

“I have to feel you inside me,” I said, a pleading sound that earned me a low chuckle.

“Tell me what I want to hear. I need you to say it.” There was a hard edge to his smooth as velvet voice. He slid his fingers from me, gliding them over the sensitive bud that had me writhing.

Arys’s inner demons were not so different from mine. The insecurity and fear Shya sought to exploit was Arys’s only true weakness. I couldn’t allow the demon to twist that into a weapon to use against us.

“I’m yours,” I said, seeing through a haze of love and desire. “Now, show me you really believe it, too. Claim me.”

He snarled at me in a sexy show of fangs. Lifting me in his arms, he braced me against the wall and thrust inside me with a low, wolfish sound. With my legs around his waist, I held him close. Every slick stroke built the fire until it engulfed my entire body.

We fell into one another, sharing more than the union of our bodies. The power we shared soared. I could feel Arys in my head, his insatiable yearning as he filled me again and again. He pressed his face to my neck, moaning with each thrust. Gripping my hips, he plunged deep, forcing a cry from me.

Arys backed us up toward the staircase, collapsing onto the bottom few stairs. Landing on top, I quickly took control, impaling myself on his thick shaft. He buried his face in my br**sts, clinging tightly to me. We moved together with perfect precision. The building waves of pleasure brought my buried feelings to the surface.

“Let me hear you, sweet wolf. Growl for me.” To accompany his demand, Arys pulled down on my hips while simultaneously thrusting up. The force of the depth and impact brought a cry from me that bordered on a scream. He groaned and swore softly. “Dear God, do I ever love you.”