King Cave (Forever Evermore, #2)(43)
He thrust. Demanding. Vicious. Pure predator.
Crying out in a pleasure that bordered pain as he slid halfway in, I blinked my glowing eyes open and made them stay that way so I could watch him this time. Apparently of the same mind, he was watching me, his eyes so dilated only the tiniest of pale green rimmed the black pupil.
“And you feel even f*cking better,” he growled. Our gazes locking, he tilted his hips back, his grip tightening on my hips, then drove forward so brutally into my snug channel my hands flew above me to the tiled wall, trying to brace myself as I groaned. He grunted, his nostrils flaring and his muscles straining under his mocha flesh. “So f*cking good.”
Ezra didn’t relent.
He began thrusting into me with remorseless pleasure in mind. He didn’t start slowly or gently as his ministrations had been the previous time, once my wolf had left, or even as his fingers and mouth had taken me. Instead, Ezra wrapped one arm behind me, holding my nape, his other hand moving to hold my ass as he drove into me, again and again, his fierce features hovering directly in front of mine. This was an unapologetic, dominant taking. Our shouts and panting breaths fanned over each other’s cheeks as our powers zapped the air, neither one of us taking our eyes away from the almost pained expressions of ecstasy riding each other’s flushed features, wanting to watch.
Ezra roared in my face, his fangs fully bared, and banged his forehead against mine, pressing my head back against the wall and holding me severely as he slammed his cock repeatedly into my drenched channel. I screamed in answer, the pads of my fingers gripping the glossy tiles as I thrust my hips back, riding his cock just as violently. His lips hovered over mine, breathing in great pants of air, as his thrusts became more urgent.
“Ezra…Ezra. Baby, please.”
He slanted his hips, pressing against my clit with each increasing drive.
I nodded jerkily, beautiful tension intensifying and flaring to my stomach and clenching along my nerves. “Just a little…more.” I choked, fervor shooting through my limbs, my mind shutting down in a blaze. My mouth opened wide on a scream as I convulsed against him.
He shouted against my lips, his grip bruising and his thrusts frantic, before driving into me ruthlessly. My thrumming channel spasmed against his cock as his cum shot in scalding pulses inside me, another shudder racking my frame at the intimate sensation. His glowing eyes were all I saw as I floated inside a physical cloud of erotic sensory. Our bodies trembled against each other in our pleasure, only gradually falling from our sated high.
Ezra’s body unclenched little by little, leaning heavily against mine as I went limp inside his hold. Foreheads still touching, he blinked lazily with a breathlessly muttered order, “We are not stopping this any time soon.”
“Agreed,” I barley breathed, my voice hoarse. I patted his back listlessly where my hands now rested over his shoulders. “We’re kind of good at this together.”
He snorted, and it sounded like half a rumble. “Kind of isn’t the correct definition.”
“Fine,” I muttered, my ankles uncrossing behind his back as he began to lower me to my feet. “Phenomenal. Incredible. Miraculous.” Wobbling on my feet, I was pleased to see he was in the same state as he pressed a bracing hand on the wall. “Is that better?”
“A little.” He arched his back, stretching, and I couldn’t help but watch his muscles play under his glistening mocha skin. He noticed, and a peaceful smile lifted his sated features, making him appear younger than he was. I lifted on tiptoe, and he bent at the waist, obliging me as I cupped his cheeks and softly brushed my lips against his, before I reached behind him for the shampoo. Holding it in front of his face, I muttered, “I’m hungry.” My stomach growled not so quietly, proving my claim. “Time to actually shower, then we can get something to eat.”
Chapter Seven
Strolling through the living quarters and the twisting hallways on our trek to the dining hall, Ezra and I glanced at each other. Everyone was watching us warily — or flat out staring — more than likely hoping for another sparring match like we had been having all week. Funny how I hadn’t noticed their glances through the actual week, but now that I was relaxed to the point of passing out as soon as my belly was full, I definitely took notice.
Ezra’s eyebrows furrowed. “I guess we were that bad.”
“Huh,” I mumbled absently, right before we walked into the dining hall. It was full of people eating lunch. Like a record scratching, the noise turned off, and everyone’s attention swung in our direction in a crashing wave across the room. We both halted inside the door at the instant attention. They stared. I blinked, then whispered, “Not that damn bad.”
“Apparently, we were,” Ezra mumbled quietly, heading for the line at the buffet.
I quickly followed, allowing my hair to fall across the side of my face, using it as a shield.
Conversation sluggishly went back into full swing when Ezra and I stood next to each other without coming to verbal blows, although everyone kept peeking covertly our way, as if they were just waiting for a detonation.
Ezra glanced at me as we loaded our plates, both of us starving. A small smile graced his generous mouth, a soft chuckle escaping with it. I snickered right along with him. It was kind of amusing. Hell, if you couldn’t find the humor in life’s quirks, life would be damn boring.