Page 137 of Crucible
Thorin doesn’t give me time to recover.
He dumps me onto my back unceremoniously, shoves down his pajama pants just enough to free his swollen cock, and makes quick work fucking me into the mattress.
My heels dig into the muscled globes of his ass while he gives it to me with short, brutal strokes that make me scream and come again before he spills inside of me.
When Thorin doesn’t immediately roll away but instead stays inside of me until his cock is flaccid, my suspicions are raised.
“I know…what you’re doing,” I accuse through attempts to catch my breath. He’s lying next to me now, doing the same. “You’re trying…to get me…pregnant.”
“Congratulations, Aurelia. You’re the last to know.”
I narrow my gaze at his nonchalance. “It won’t work.” Thorin lifts his head to peer down at me with a curious look, but insteadof telling him I know why he’s trying to breed me, I say, “I’m on birth control.”
“Oh, yeah? How long has it been since you’ve taken the pill?”
“Who says it’s the pill I’m taking?”
He gives me an eerie look that tells me to cut the bullshit. It sends a chill down my spine that he once again knows more about me than he should.
“Well, I still won’t allow it,” I declare impetuously. “Consider my body a hostile environment, asshole. No sperm shall pass.”
“Good. I think my sperm likes a challenge.”
I punch the bed and glare at him. “Why are you all of a sudden impossible to piss off?” I yell.
Thorin laughs, then pulls me down to lie on his chest with a quick kiss on my forehead. “Blame yourself for making me this fucking happy, wolf.”
My lips part, but no words come out.
He’s happy? Why? Does he know something I don’t?
I’m too afraid to know the answer, so I don’t ask him, and we don’t speak again for several moments.
I’m actually close to falling asleep when I mumble against his chest, “Can I ask you something?”
“I know what you’re going to ask, and no, you don’t snore…you do talk in your sleep, though.”
I sit up with a gasp, and my hands brace against his hard chest. “I do not.”
He grunts in disagreement but does not say more.
Rolling my eyes, I lay back down, and Thorin makes sure I’m curled back onto his chest. “That was not what I wanted to ask, you jerk.”
“Ask your question, Aurelia.”
“Actually, it’s about that. What you call me. Sometimes, it’s wolf, and sometimes, it’s songbird. Why?” It’s unusual to have more than one pet name for a person, isn’t it?
“First, tell me why you think, and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”
I roll my eyes, but then my mind sifts through all the times he called me wolf and songbird.
The former always seems to be when I’m being combative, protective, strong-willed, or even playful. He calls me songbird when I’ve either pleased, tamed, or surprised him. And he seems to reserve my name, Aurelia, for whenever I’ve exasperated or annoyed him.
“Wolf is for how you make me feel. Songbird is for how I make you feel.”
“You will always be both to me, not one or the other,” he confirms. “You are fierce, and you are gentle. You are spoiled, and you are selfless. You are terrifying, and you are fucking beautiful, Aurelia George. A dream and a nightmare. My songbird and my wolf. No matter what I call you, Aurelia, you are mine. I lay claim to every part of you.”
My heart thumps against my chest while the rest of me is frozen. I don’t blink or make a sound as I replay his words in my fried mind.
