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Dagen smirked at him. Of course he knew what the choice would be. "Looks like the bodyguard’s feelings go deeper than just a working relationship. Isn't that sweet? You have an hour. If a bond isn’t formed by then, it's my turn." He slipped the cord around my neck and made sure the bonding stone touched my skin.
"It doesn't matter if you take it off now. It's touched you. The magic is under your skin, where it will stay for a couple of hours."
Ben's grip on my shoulders was almost painful. I thought he might change his mind once he remembered magic was involved. Was that another one of Dagen's tricks, or just an unlucky coincidence?
"Get to it then," Dagen said. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"What, no privacy?" Apparently there was too much to ask for.
"Pretend you're on the third floor at Crimson," Dagen said. "Performing in front of the crowds."
"Crimson is more tastefully decorated than this place," I said dryly. With a barely contained sigh, I turned to face Ben. He looked to be thinking.
"I'd like to make this as easy on you as possible," he said softly.
I appreciated the sentiment, but there were seven other men in the room. Nothing about this was going to be easy.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "For what it's worth, I want you. Very much." He caught my mouth in a tentative kiss that suggested he didn't mind being watched. Or preferred that to watching Dagen force himself on me again. Yeah, that was a no-brainer.
Truthfully, I didn't mind being watched. Even by Dagen, as fucked up as that was. Maybe we could teach him what sex looked like when two people cared about each other.
I let myself be caught up in the moment. It was just Ben and I. No one else was in the room with us. Our tongues danced. His hands slid up and down my sides. He led me over to the bed and lay me down before he lay over me, his body shielding mine from view.
He kissed my neck and around my throat. He kissed the top of my chest and I knew he wanted to lick and suck my nipples. Instead, he left my blouse and bra in place and kissed his way back up to my mouth. With one hand, he pulled my skirt up high enough to work his fingers underneath. His fingertips grazed the front of my panties.
My hands wandered down to caress his already half-erect cock through the fabric of his pants. I admit, I was impressed at his ability to be aroused when he had to be. I suspected Dagen assumed he wouldn’t be able to perform. That would give him the excuse to step in. But, no, Ben was ready when I needed him. The man was a fucking hero.
Yeah, okay, part of me was terrified of what Dagen would use this bond for, but at least I could enjoy Ben's cock for a while. And very much appreciate the fact it wasn't Dagen's.
Ben tugged my panties down far enough for me to kick them off.
I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to free his erection. I was tempted to look at Dagen, to see if he was envious of the size of Ben’s cock.
When Ben's hand slid across the seam of my pussy, I forgot all about Dagen again. All I could think about was having Ben inside me. I doubted an orgasm was in my immediate future, but I was wet enough for his cock.
I hitched my skirt up just enough to spread my knees and pull him into position.
His eyes firmly fixed on mine, Ben slowly slid into my body, bit by bit. Every couple of seconds, he would stop and let me adjust to his width, and make sure I was okay.
I was as okay as I could be, under the circumstances. His cock felt amazing and I wanted him to fuck me with it for hours. Anywhere but here.
I kept my eyes on his and gave him a tentative smile. "I'm all right," I said softly. "You feel amazing."
"You feel pretty incredible yourself," he said with a smile. "Is it wrong that I want to fuck you, no matter where we are?"
"When you're hot, you're hot," I said jokingly.
"You are definitely hot." He claimed my mouth again in a searing kiss. At the same time, his hips started to move, thrusting slowly, then with increasing speed.
In spite of my assumption, I got more and more aroused with every thrust into my slick core. I wanted him to tear off my clothes and taste every part of me. I wanted to do the same to him. I sent a little prayer to the gods that we could do that someday. For now, this needed to be quick, not thorough.
His strokes became gradually faster and faster, in time with the pounding of my heart and the racing of my blood.
I slid my hands up the back of his shirt, my nails grazing the skin of his back.
"Fuck, that feels good," he whispered. "Nothing is better than the claws of my she wolf. Except her pussy." He thrust faster. His breathing became as ragged as mine.
My claws dug into his skin as I came. There was no screaming, no moaning, just a soft panting and a wash of pleasure that swept me away until it too was gone.
