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In one swift movement, he removed his fingers and slammed into me until our pelvises were locked, our hips connected so intimately that I had no idea where my body ended and his began. I came the instant he was fully seated inside me, writhing and bucking against his body. Orin remained motionless above me, watching me with hooded eyes as I ground myself over and over on his cock in the hopes of maintaining the friction I needed.
The only indication that he was suffering with the amount of pleasure coursing around us right now was the slight tick in his jaw. Other than that, he looked like he was unflappable in the face of this storm.
When I finally came down, my breathing was erratic, my pulse tachy. And Orin had a look of wonder on his face.
“Did my little whore enjoy that?” he asked.
I nodded, unsure why this form of degradation play did it for me in the bedroom. Maybe it wasn’t the words themselves that turned me on. Rather it was the man and the way he said it. Like he’d kill anyone who attempted to say something similar to me.
I offered him my hands, holding them in front of me with my wrists crossed. He stared at them for a moment, his gaze bouncing between my face and what I was offering. Eventually, he shook his head.
“I don’t like seeing you bound, Fallon. I never want to restrict you like that again.”
Slowly, I looped my arms around his chest and stroked the hair at his nape. “You trust me that much?”
Leaning down, he captured my mouth in a fierce kiss, then said, “I trust you with my life.”
EPILOGUE
ORIN
Three Weeks Later …
Waking up alone in bed used to be the norm. I’d thought that’s exactly what I wanted to be: alone. After all, touching people made my fucking skin crawl. It still did, if I was being honest, but waking up with Fallon wrapped around me was the best fucking thing in the world. Lifting my hand, I gently ran my fingers through her blonde hair, rubbing it between my thumb and index finger. The scent of her shampoo rose to greet me, making another part of my body rise to the occasion, too.
She made a small, happy sound and lifted her head to look at me. “Good morning.” She covered her mouth with a yawn.
“Morning, Filly.” I brushed my hand over the horse-head-shaped birthmark on her shoulder, then leaned down to kiss it. A shiver ran through her body, and my cock stirred a little more. Running my teeth up to her neck, her shivers intensified, but before I could take her mouth in a kiss, she stopped me.
“We’re going to be late,” she reminded me.
“Fuck your brother,” I mumbled, only half meaning it. Fallon was it for me, and I knew Grayson was a huge part of her life. “I want to keep you all to myself.”
She laughed, but the sound quickly turned into a moan when I lifted her up and latched onto one of her nipples. My tongue lapped at the taut flesh, driving her to distraction just like I’d intended. Grayson and Sloane were returning to Ireland from their extended honeymoon to the States. Fallon wanted to meet them at Knock Airport.
She dug her fingers into my shoulders, drawing blood. Like I gave a fuck, though. I loved it when Fallon lost herself in my touch. My hands, which I’d thought were only good for killing, could also give pleasure and I intended on lavishing my woman with that pleasure every single damned day.
Switching to the other breast, I wore Fallon down until she was rubbing up against my stomach and chest, looking for the friction she so desperately needed.
Releasing her nipple with a bite, I said, “Slide down and impale yourself on my hard cock.”
She did, moaning when she pushed the blunt head into her drenched center and took me all the way down. It was my turn to groan this time. The feeling of her inner walls clenching tightly around my shaft was one of my favorite things in the whole fucking world. Fallon sat atop me for a moment, looking down at me. She traced her fingers over the tattoos on my chest and torso, lingering over the Mac Tíre in the center. Folding herself down, she kissed the top of the wolf’s head, and I gripped the tops of her thighs.
“Move for me.”
Sitting up, her hips began to roll at my command, my gaze fixed on the spot where our bodies met. Nobody else’s pussy held my cock like hers. Nobody felt like her, either. She was tight and warm and gloved my erection like she was made for me. Fallon smoothed out the roughness of my edges. Although I had to keep those edges as sharp as motherfucking glass for everyone else in my life, I knew I would never hurt her. How could I when she owned me body and soul?
I watched in fascination as a flush crept across her chest and up her neck as her pleasure built. Her bared breasts swayed with her movements, her unbound hair wild around her face. She was a goddess, and my fingers tightened unintentionally—as if trying to keep her with me. Always.
“Orin,” she said, and the plaintive sound of her moan made me want to give her every damn thing I had.
“Brace your arms on the bed beside my head. I’m going to pound that pretty cunt of yours until you scream.”
She followed my command, planting her hands, and I lifted her slightly higher so she was hovering over my cock. With my knees bent and one powerful thrust, I entered her again, hitting her more sharply inside. Fallon gasped, her fingers tightening around the sheets.
“Yesss,” she hissed, dropping her mouth to mine.
I continued to slam into her, owning her like she owned me.
