Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(119)

Her eyes widened even more.

Oh, it was time to claim his woman once more. Sure, he’d mated her again when she’d healed, but apparently it hadn’t been enough. He’d make damn sure tonight was enough to fully convince her of his loyalty and of anything else she needed convincing about.

His knee slid between her legs, and the feeling of her hot sex nearly pushed him over the edge.

Pink wound beneath her skin from her neck to her full cheekbones, adding to the glitter in her eyes. His mouth crashed down on hers, and her unique taste of honey and sunshine filled his mouth. God, she was f*cking perfect.

She gasped him in, kissing him back, and then let loose with a low chuckle right before biting his lip.

Surprise whipped into lightning-hot desire. He flipped her around, his body keeping her still, and grabbed her wrists to put above her head. She struggled against him, her soft laugh stroking his lust hotter than either one of them should want.

Indulging himself, holding her in place, he traced her spine down her back with one finger. She shivered and shook her head, tumbling her silky hair over her shoulders.

He drew in her scent and tucked his finger in the waist of her jeans, giving an experimental tug.

She stopped moving.

He grinned and shifted to press his cock to her ass, feeling her moan to his balls. His free hand flattened across her abdomen. She pressed back against him, her back arching.

Sensation burned through him.

He unsnapped her jeans and shoved them down, leaving her delicate pink thong in place. It had probably matched the ruined bra. When the jeans reached her knees, he stopped and stood back up, his hold on her wrists tightening and raising her almost to her toes.

She shifted and then caught her breath, her legs shaking but unable to move.

“Yeah. You’re trapped,” he whispered, his breath at her ear. He curved his hand over her rounded buttock and squeezed.

Her head went back.

The skin across her hip was smoother than silk as he caressed her and moved his hand over her sex.

She moaned.

“Are you wet for me?” he whispered, sliding his fingers beneath the material. His low chuckle echoed against her neck, and his cock ached enough to really hurt. “Oh, baby. You’re wet.” And she was.

Her thigh muscles clenched, trying to still the ache. He laughed and set a knee between her legs, keeping her nice and open for him.

She was beyond soft and sweet, and when he stroked across her swollen clit, she gave a mewling sound that was for him. He hoped to God it was the last thing he heard when his time finally came. Her body gyrated against him, and when he slipped a finger inside her incredibly wet heat, they both groaned.

He licked along her ear. “Now, sweetheart. Let’s talk about obedience.”

Her shoulder rocked back into his chest. “God, Talen,” she breathed.

Not exactly what he wanted to hear. Punishing them both, he freed his hand.

She shook her head.

He palmed her ass again. “You were saying?”





Cara’s entire body hungered on the fine edge of pain. Only Talen could do this to her, and by the dangerously hard cock pressed to her hip, he was in the same state. “Sex now, talk later,” she gasped out.

He squeezed her butt. “Talk now,” he growled.

Her eyelids flipped open, and she tried to focus on the door in front of her face. “What?”

“Obey? Yes or no in battle situations?” He stroked her ass, his fingers firm.

She stopped breathing. There was a right answer, there had to be. But what the hell. “No.”

The ensuing slap from his large hand was angled up, and she instinctively went up on her tiptoes. “What the—”

Another slap. Then three more. Heat spread from his hand, right to her aching clit. Oh God. So much. She wanted more.

He caressed her smarting flesh. “Say you get me,” he rumbled.

“Oh, I own you,” she gasped.

The next slap had her crying out and struggling against his hold. Then pleasure bloomed across her butt. Another slap, and she arched her back. Four more hard slaps, each one getting her closer to orgasm. She shut her eyes to just feel.

His strong body warmed her from behind, and his hold kept her in place. Then he leaned in and scraped his tongue across the bite mark in her neck. Pleasure sparked from his mouth to her diamond-sharp nipples. His fingers brushed across the Kayrs marking on her hip, and her sex convulsed.

He nipped the bite mark. “Now’s a good time to submit, baby. Don’t push me any further.” His hand slid between her legs from behind and cupped her sex.

Her eyelids flashed open. The exquisite touch propelled her to a desire edged with pain. “No.”

His hold tightened. “Your ass isn’t the only thing I can spank. Give me the words, Cara. I’m on the edge.”

She wanted him over the edge, damn it. But instinct, an awareness of his primal nature, whispered caution. Talen Kayrs had never been a male to be pushed, and after seeing her in danger earlier, the animal must be rioting for freedom inside him. He stroked his fingers over her entire sex. Pleasure streaked from her womb to her breasts and back again.

“Now, Cara.” He rubbed her again.

“No,” she whimpered.

Smack.

He hit her clit with unerring accuracy. She jerked from the exquisite pain, and tension uncoiled inside her. Her knees weakened. Pressure built inside her, and she fought against it, against giving in.