JACK-EYE
I have no idea what I’m doing.
Not that I’d ever admit it out loud. I’ve had my share of women—more than my share, if we’re being honest—but this is different. Lyre wants something more. Something with teeth and edges. A dominance running deeper than two bodies colliding.
Her ass is pink from my hand, a perfect handprint streaked across her creamy skin. She’s still on all fours, legs spread just enough to give me a cock-throbbing view. She’s wet—slick and glistening—and every instinct in my body screams to just drive into her, claim her, make her mine.
But no. First things first. Stop getting distracted, Jack-Eye.
I turn abruptly, walking away from the bed and her perfect ass. From the bathroom, I grab one of those wrapped plastic cups they leave by the sink and fill it with water from the tap. When I come back, she’s sitting up on her heels, a slight frown creasing her forehead. The sight of her naked and waiting makes me want to toss the cup over my shoulder and force her pretty little mouth onto my cock, to feel the heaven she already bestowed upon the damn twitchy wizard, but I keep my expression neutral.
"Drink," I thrust the cup into her hand, my voice a little rougher and deeper than I mean for it to be.
One eyebrow arches perfectly. "You left me alone for this?" The sarcasm drips from her voice, but there’s something else there too—curiosity, maybe.
"Get him out of your mouth, sweetheart."
Her lips twitch, almost imperceptibly, but I catch it. A tiny crack in her impenetrable wall.
Between the barest ghost of a smile and the scent of her arousal between her legs, wafting delicately in the air, I’m pretty sure I’m doing okay.
For now.
Maybe.
"You’re too sweet for your own good, wolf," she says, but there’s less bite in her tone than usual. Something’s shifted. Defenses officially breached.
I climb onto the bed behind her as she takes a sip, settling on my knees. My hands find her back, running down her spine in firm, possessive strokes. Her skin is warm silk under my palms. But even as I touch her, I can’t shake the image of Thom’s dick in her mouth, spurting his nasty wizard cum into her mouth.
It doesn’t sit right—the thought of any part of him still inside her burns my gut.
I want to drag her out in front of him, take her from behind as he watches. Want my cock deep inside, my hand around her throat, showing Thom she was never his and always meant to be mine.
Fuck.
My balls tighten even thinking about it.
Thinking about how I could claim her, suck the tender skin of her neck and bite down as he watches. How I’d make her beg and scream and writhe under my touch, my hands, when she wouldn’t even let him touch her.
Prove who’s really winning here.
She swishes the water around in her mouth, and something in me snaps. I grab a fistful of her rainbow hair. The jealousy turns bitter and nasty in my stomach.
"Spit," I order.
Without turning, without question, she obeys—spits into the cup cleanly. I take it from her hand and set it on the nightstand, as far away from us as I can reach.
She remains on her knees, still and waiting. Then she reaches behind her, finds my hands, and places them firmly on her breasts. The weight of them fills my palms perfectly. I hesitate for just a heartbeat—this is the moment to decide how far we’re going.
Fuck it.
Her nipples pebble beneath my thumbs, taut and aching. I stroke my fingers slowly across her curves, teasing the sensitive tips until her hips slowly grind back against me.
Her breathing’s shifted. No longer calm and rhythmic, it comes in harsher pants and quicker beats. I can smell her pussy, the heat and invitation there, and it’s so fucking hard not to throw her forward and take her in one full stroke.
That would be pathetic.
A one-pump chump kind of move.
And there’s no way I can keep Lyre around if I show her that side of me, even if my dick’s all too willing.
I roll one nipple between my fingers, pinching it hard enough to make her hiss. Her breath stutters, but she doesn’t pull away. I do the same to the other, twisting it slightly, and she makes a small, strangled noise low in her throat.
There we go.
My sweet Lyre’s responsive beneath her indifferent attitude. A spitfire in bed. I knew she would be.
So fucking hot and soft in my hands. Every touch feels like a button I’ve just discovered—one I want to press until she breaks apart.
Her hips twitch again, spreading a little wider.
My cock throbs.
And I let go of the restraint I’ve been clinging to. Let the wolf rise just beneath the surface of my skin.
Her body reacts instantly. Her breath stutters. Her thighs quiver. I send a heavier wave between them, sliding across her pussy. Her hips twitch, as if she can’t help herself. A small, soft breath slips out, a strangled moan.
I’d meant to test her. What I didn’t expect was her reaction testing me. The deeper I push, the more she bends. Not breaking—never that. But yielding. Luring me in like a trap set with silk.
Fuck. She likes this.
And Goddess help me, so do I.
"Is this all you’ve got?" she murmurs, her voice husky but still challenging. Always challenging.
"Don’t push unless you’re ready for what happens next," I warn, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.
She turns her head just enough that I can see her profile, the curve of her smile. "Show me what you’re hiding, wolf. I can take it."
This isn’t just sex for Lyre—it’s a test. She’s measuring me, seeing if I can handle her, dominate her, claim her in the way she needs. She isn’t emotionally invested. Yet.
It’s fine. I’ll get her there.
For a second, I pause. My hand slides from her breast to tangle into her hair again. My other hand curves around her throat. She’s so still I can feel her pulse pounding against my fingers.
We stare at each other, suspended in a breathless moment.
Then I jerk her head back as I press my cock between the cheeks of her ass. Goddess, they’re so soft.
"We haven’t even started yet," I growl against her neck. "I had to clean your dirty mouth