Page 164 of Specter Bred

“And right now, I don’t want distance. I want the exact fucking opposite.” My voice dropped, rougher than I intended. “I need you as close to me as you can possibly get. I need my knot inside you, my scent all over you, and hours where neither one of us can walk away.”

Her expression softened.

“I need to feel you there and know you’re safe.” I held her gaze. “And when the knot finally goes down, I’m still not fucking leaving.”

I stopped at the edge of the mattress.

“So I’ll ask once, Teacup.” I reached for her. “Is that what you want?”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she pulled the shirt another inch higher, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Then, as if determined to shatter whatever resolve I had left, her legs parted and her hand slipped between them, dipping into her core. Her eyes never left my face as she touched herself, watching me watch her with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

I gripped her thighs and pulled her toward the edge of the mattress in one swift motion, positioning myself between her spread legs. Whatever restraint I’d walked into that room with disappeared the moment I tasted her. As soon as my tongue swiped through her wet slit, I understood immediately why Farm Boy had become so fucking addicted to eating her.

Fucking delicious.

I dove in deeper, greedy for the sounds Hayes always seemed able to pull from her lips.

Then I remembered I wasn’t Hayes.

Farm Boy gave Maeve softness when she needed somewhere safe to land. I’d seen the way she melted against him, how easily he coaxed out the quieter pieces of her she kept hidden from everyone else.

But that wasn’t what she came to me for.

Maeve didn’t want soft tonight. She didn’t want time to think or room for everything that had happened to catch up with her. She wanted something strong enough to push all of it out of her head for a while.

Something only I could give her.

So I gave it to her.

My teeth clamped down on her sensitive clit with a teasing pressure, causing a little yelp to leave her lips. Her hands drifted down and tangled in my hair, but I immediately lifted my head, catching her with a warning look.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Teacup.” I caught her wrists and guided her hands back above her head. “You’re not in control here. Grab the bars of the headboard and keep them there.” My gaze locked with hers as I waited for her fingers to curl around them. “If you let go, I’m not letting you cum. Understand?”

“Has anyone ever told you what an asshole you are, sir?” she muttered with a huff, but she complied, stretching her arms above her head and tightening her grip around the bars.

A low chuckle rumbled out of me as I leaned closer, letting my mouth brush the shell of her ear. “All the fucking time, Teacup.” I felt her shiver and smiled against her skin. “It’s part of my charm.”

“Pretty sure charm requires being charming.”

“And yet here you are.”

Maeve turned her head just enough to glare at me. “Don’t make me regret it.”

I murmured, “Was wondering how long you could follow an order without having an attitude.”

Then, without warning, I jammed three fingers into her tight, pink cunt. She was wet enough that they met little resistance, and Maeve's body responded immediately, back arching as a deep moan left her throat.

“So that’s how I get you to stop arguing with me?” I murmured. “Keep you too distracted to run that smart mouth?”

Her lips parted, a retort already forming, but I began fucking her roughly with my fingers, stealing the words before she could get them out. I curled each finger inside her, hitting the spongy spot that seemed to drive her crazy. Maeve’s breath caught, her sharp comeback dissolving into a gasp.

I smiled. Well, fuck. Maybe I’d finally discovered the secret to winning an argument with Maeve Archer. Stuff her pussy full.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her body tightening beneath me.

“Not God. Graves.” I held her gaze, wanting her attention on me and nowhere else. “Say my name when you come, Teacup. Not sir, or Graves, or Grizzly. My first name, Nolan. Let me hear it.”

Her eyes widened at the command, and, fuck, I liked that reaction more than I should have.