Page 151 of Trust Me

Grabbing both sides of his face, I kissed him hard. He chuckled, a sound that came from deep in his chest. Pushing his lips apart, I sought his tongue, moaning into his mouth.

“Scratch that,” he said, his voice deeper than before. “No choice. I’ve already made it for you.”

He gripped my ass cheek, right where his teeth had left their mark. I could still feel it, a dull throb that existed at all times.

“I’m yours,” I said, even as a flicker of that same fear returned.

“No more serious shit, okay?” His hand slid up to my back, slipping under my shirt to stroke my skin. “Just me, you, and my family the rest of the time we’re here. Anything else, we can deal with later. Got it?”

“Ten-four,” I whispered.

He flipped me onto my back and kissed me again. I could feel him smiling against my mouth, disintegrating my defenses in that way only he could.

“Can I make you feel better?” he asked, his voice soft and airy.

“If you insist.”

I sucked in a breath when he dipped his head beneath the blanket. He tugged on my sweats enough to free my dick, then the heat from his mouth enveloped me.

“Odin’s fucking . . . left . . . nut.”

He released me and smothered his laugh against my stomach. “What the hell was that?”

I put a hand to my forehead. “I have no clue. Must be from Remi.”

“Let’s revoke his invitation, okay?”

“Odin or Remi?”

His teeth sunk into my hip before taking my dick in his mouth again. I reached down to stroke my fingers through his hair, reveling in this man I was lucky enough to call mine.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted him to be mine in every way possible. Even better, I wanted to be his.

“Dean,” I murmured. “I want you inside of me.”

He didn’t slow or otherwise react to my words. I whimpered from the way he worked me deeper, learning my body with every stroke.

“Dean.”

He searched for my hand, so I threaded our fingers, letting my head fall back as I focused on his mouth around me. The sound of it combined with his grunts drove me closer, and I stopped thinking about anything else.

Until his finger circled my rim.

My heels dug into the mattress as he used the spit coating my shaft to penetrate me just slightly. I wasn’t as nervous this time, and with his lips still around me, I felt desperate.

“Dean, more.”

He hummed, pushing further inside of me. I pressed against him, too impatient for his slow and gentle nonsense. He released a breath through his nose that I thought was a laugh before he continued with a second finger.

“You . . .” I sucked air through my teeth, my toes curling. “Baby, you’ll make me cum if you don’t slow down.”

“Mmhmm.”

He didn’t slow, and I realized that was exactly what he wanted. After his third finger, I arched my back, which made him brush that sensitive spot. I thought about his mouth, about how I could cum all over his tongue, and how he’d go to sleep with that part of me inside him. It was better than any mark I could ever leave on his body, and it pushed me over the edge.

I clenched my teeth to silence the ungodly sound already tearing from my throat. He dragged his tongue up the underside of my shaft, all the way to the top. My hips jerked as he passed the head, and I was so out of it that I was barely aware of him reaching over to the nightstand.

His fingers returned to my ass, this time slick with lube.