by Sylvia Frost
He wasn’t breathing either judging by the paleness of his face. His features were drawn, his eyes focused on some point far away, outside of the plane.
What was wrong with him? She was the one who should be gazing mournfully out the window. It was her company that was going bankrupt. Not that he knew that. Unless he was hiding something even worse.
“Rex?” His attention snapped back to her, his blue eyes darkening.
“Cynthia.”
A shiver spread outward from her spine and across her back as the space between her thighs swelled and clenched. “Yes?”
“Do you remember how I took you that first night?”
“Yes.”
“I need to fuck you that way again.”
“Oh,” Cynthia breathed out, crossing her legs. Her center was on fire. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t that. He rose abruptly from the chair. On the third night they had spent together, he had confessed he liked how short she was and how he could tower over her. That it showed off his strength. That he could protect her. That he would never hurt her.
She was glad she remembered that right now. Because at the moment, she was sure he was about to do something terrible to her. And the only thing more frightening than that, was how much she wanted him to.
He outstretched his hand, looking stony. “You want me to fuck you. So that’s what we’re going to do.”
“I don’t know where you get this idea that I’m going to do what you say.” She didn’t take it, and she didn’t stand up. Instead, she slid out of the chair and folded herself onto her knees beneath him. From this angle, she knew Rex could see all the way down her shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Did you ever consider that maybe it’s not that you need to have control during sex?” She deftly unlatched his belt buckle. “But just that someone does.”
Rex made a completely inhuman sound as she hooked a finger underneath his boxers, but he managed to restrain himself from moving as she freed his cock. As his member bumped against her nose, there was no denying how large it was. Since they had started dating, Rex had stopped shaving his balls, but the hair had grown back weirdly fast.
She cupped them with one hand, massaging them. “Let me control you now, Prince of Wall Street.” She took the length of him in her mouth.
“Fuck, darling.”
No man’s cock had the right to taste as delicious as Rex’s did. Warm and vanilla. It pulsed in her mouth. Her tongue couldn’t help but swirl up and down its length, and the back of her throat yearned to accept more of him. She pushed down until the tip of it brushed against her tonsils.
“You’re taking me all the way down, aren’t you?” he asked in awe. He stroked her hair with his hand, slightly bucking his hips. He was hers. The thought made her hum excitedly around the tip of his dick. She knew from the way Rex blinked, showing the whites of his eyes, that his orgasm was impending.
Slowly, she moved her lips up and off him until they finally separated with a little pop. A string of saliva hung down from her plump bottom lip until she wiped it away. Or tried too.
He caught her wrist halfway there. “I like seeing you dirty for me.”
Her heart raced all the way into her fingertips, and with their hands together he could feel it too. He cocked his head, looking down at her with sharp hunger. “And it’s my turn now.”
“Give it your best shot,” she rasped, high.
Oh yes, she was going to be well fucked tonight.
As he bent over, he brutally made her look up at him, bruising a kiss against her lips, as if to convince her she was absolutely fucking perfect the way she was. Spittle and all. Taking her hand that he still held imprisoned, he placed it on his hot, throbbing cock. He ended the kiss, but still remained close enough to her lips that he only had to whisper. “If you had kept going, I would’ve come in that sweet little mouth of yours. We couldn’t have that now. Could we?” Then, with no warning, Rex scooped her up in his arms and took her back to one of the small rooms in the jet. As always, he held her as if she weighed nothing at all, except Cynthia felt heavy. Not just because she was curvy, but because if she looked too closely, all of Rex’s little quirks and superpowers edged dangerously close to something that shouldn’t have been possible. Am I just hallucinating this?
Rex must’ve sensed her unease because he cradled her closer to his chest. “You need to trust I can handle you, darling.”
She craned her neck to look around. While the bedroom of the jet wasn’t a perfect replica of the bedroom at the penthouse—there was no way to fit a bed that big even in a Dreamliner—the comforter looked silky and fluffy enough to make up the difference.
Rex laid her gently down on the bed before sliding on top of her. His dark blue eyes weren’t just ravenous for her, they were desperate. Not in the same blank animal manner they had been when they fucked in the office or the many times since, but with a man’s need. To touch. To hold. To capture. His hand ghosted around her face.
“I’m going to touch you somewhere I haven’t touched you before,” he said, standing up. “It’s going to feel very good. And probably a little overwhelming.” The fact that he was clearly trying to be gentle and not freak her out only succeeded in making her body feel more trembly with nerves.
“A-all right?”
“But first, I’m going to tie you up. Are you okay with that?”
She nodded.
Slowly and deliberately, he undid his tie from his neck, as if he were trying to make sure she saw the workmanship of his knot. “There are some difficult things I’m going to show you this week. For the both of us. I think we both need this release.”
“Rex, do I look like I’m saying no?”
His fingers paused on the knot as he looked her over.
She knew the picture she painted, splayed out on the bed, the hem of her dress longer in the back than the front, so that when the front hem rolled up far enough he could see the tip of her blue, striped panties. Dragging one finger up her thigh, she brought the hem up higher. She didn’t want to just play with fire. She wanted to burn so that for one second she wouldn’t think about the mess of Boxes & Broom or how fragile the peace between her and Rex really was.
“You look like a naughty girl.” He smirked, his eyes icy blue, his body as still as a hunter lying in wait. Not looking down, he tugged his tie down in a single yank, the knot undoing, the silk pooling in his hand. “Who’s going to stop trying to tempt me and put her hands above her head…”
Refusing to be intimidated, Cynthia didn’t break eye contact even as she raised her arms.
“Good girl,” he praised in a low, very male voice.
Her heart thudded in her chest. She suddenly felt how exposed she was, with her dress riding up, revealing all that skin ripe for him to kiss and bite and suck. And once she was tied up, there would be nothing she could do to stop him.
Her arms started to fall. Lunging forward, he caught them halfway, moving them back up to the headboard and crossing them over each other. With one hand, he pressed her wrists against the wooden headboard, and with the other, he wove the tie around them, once, then twice. When he was done, he tightened it.
“Try to get out.”
She gave an exploratory tug at the bindings.
His eyes darkened and he shook his head. “Harder.”
She grunted and threw her shoulder into it. The silk slipped against her wrist, but it didn’t give. There was no getting out of this.
His hot breath washed over her face, his nose almost touching hers. “Good. If you take them down, I’ll spank you.”
At a pace so slow Cynthia could feel his fingers push down the microscopic bits of stubble on her legs, he brushed his hand down her thigh, then her calf, until he reached her ankle, right over the Band-Aid. The patch of fur burned, suddenly tingling. “Rex, you don’t want to touch me there. It’s just a weird—”
“Hush.” His voice held a strange fusion of his vel
vet-cultured drawl and the gruff animal command she usually only heard during some of his more primal sex noises. “Right now, in this bed, you don’t tell me what to do. Understand?”
“Y-yes.”
She said nothing else. There wasn’t really anything else she could say. Her clit beat in time with the pulsing of her mark. Slowly, he pulled away the Band-Aid. It should’ve hurt, but it didn’t.
Oh God.
His thumb pressed down on the mark, and she saw stars. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She needed more. She needed…
“Please,” she begged.
“Feel it,” he said roughly, although the line of his shoulders didn’t break. “Whatever happens this weekend. Whatever you decide. I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember how you belonged to me. How I made you come with just a word—with just the knowledge that you’re mine.”
Before she could object to the ridiculous notion that he could make her come by just holding her ankle and speaking to her, he tilted his chin, opened his mouth, and said in a tone that seemed to find the same harmonic frequency as her soul and shatter it. “Come. Now.”
She obeyed. It was an odd sensation. At first, the orgasm felt as if it was happening to someone else, and she was floating just outside of herself, watching. Then it was all she could feel—the waves of pleasure slamming through her blood and bones and brain and heart. Oh God. Her heart beat so hard and fast she thought she was dying. “Rex!” Her back arched, her body twitching. Now that she felt the pleasure, she couldn’t do anything else but feel it. Her neurons were like neon wires burning her retinas blind. Her toes curled. Oh God, it felt so good.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“Rex…” She had no air left to scream, only whispered it.
“Tell me. Now.”
“I’m yours.”
She slumped back down onto the bed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her joints felt like jelly. When she tried to move, it was too hard. “Rex.”
Holy fuck.
Blonde hairs tickled her sweat-drenched face before sticking against her skin. Her eyelashes fluttered, the interior of the bedroom strobing before her.
“Look at me, darling,” he coaxed. Just a hint of worry slipped through his calm facade.
She forced herself to focus. When she met his gaze, his brow furrowed, but his blue eyes were wide as he slid down to her level and gave her a tender kiss. When they parted, he turned away, speaking down to the comforter, one hand on her shoulder. “Gods. You…”
He looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold something back, but failing. “I love you, Cynthia Cinders.” He laughed, the sound hollow. “And here I thought could keep myself in control until we landed. But I never can with you, can I?”
“Rex.” She knew with him looking so mournful that she shouldn’t smile, but she couldn’t help it. She was grinning so big her gums showed.
Someone loved her.
He loved her.
This strange, beautiful, wonderful mess of a man loved her. And there were a million things she wasn’t sure about when it came to Rex, but she didn’t doubt him when he said that. She hoped he wouldn’t doubt her either. “I love you, too,” she whispered.
He fell into her, bowing his head, burying himself in her hair and kissing her neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that to me. “
As an answer, she spread her legs and arched her hips upward. She wanted to take off her own pants or his, but with her hands still bound, that was impossible. She’d have to ask him. “Rex—”
“I know. I need to be inside of you too, darling. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Quickly, Rex undid his own pants, then hers, pulling her panties down over her legs and placing them on the side of the bed. They were scrunched up instead of folded, and worse, damp from her own juices.
Cynthia’s nose scrunched. “Rex, would you—”
Rex noted her line of sight and grabbed the panties, but instead of folding them, he brought them up to her nose. She darted backward at the pungency of her own aroma, but his hand resting on her arm stilled her eventually, and he didn’t move them away.
“I want you to smell yourself, darling. I want you to see how delicious you are to me. Their wetness just proves how much you want me. And you like that, don’t you? Even if it’s a little messy.”
Bound and cornered as she was, there was nothing else she could do but accept the panties near her face. She had thought that her own smell would be unpleasant. Fishy, maybe. But it wasn’t. It was as raw and sexual as his own. Without realizing it, she rubbed her thighs together, her wetness dripping down her skin to ready herself for him.
“Say it.”
“I like it,” she said, moaning.
“Good girl.”
Cool, recycled air from the plane brushed against her swollen lips and she sighed, her wrists sagging against the bonds. It felt good, like being held without him even touching her. Like hearing him say he loved her without any sound.
“Now close your eyes and just feel me,” Rex ordered.
Cynthia closed her eyes, the encompassing blackness broken only by strange shapes and lights moving behind her eyelids. It reminded her of the dreams she had of him every night. When had those stopped? Right when she met him at the ball. It was odd.
Before she could think more about it, he was inside of her, and like he promised, all she felt was the way his cock made her core stretch to welcome him. Ridge by ridge, he plunged into her. She heard his breaths come infrequently and sharp. By the second thrust, he tenderly pushed her legs farther apart.
“I need you to open wide for me.”
She stretched herself until her pelvis ached, and he encouraged her by plunging into her until his balls slapped against her clit, sending a scattered shockwave of lust rippling through her curves. He ground his hips in a circle, giving her more friction against her clit as a reward.
“You’re going to think about this tomorrow with every step you take,” he promised.
With those words, Rex began fucking her in earnest. His tempo was slow and regular at first, the way he had taken her the night after the ball. But as she began to grunt in counterpoint to his rhythm, his movements became wilder. Instinctively, her hands pulled against the restraints, if only so she could scratch her fingernails down his back, but she was bound good and proper.
He threw his head back and upped his pace. Much like his voice, the way he took her was a hybrid of wild animal sex and cool control. One moment, he was slamming into her. The next, he was gazing down at her with that burning, analytical stare, clearly making sure that she was driven over the edge of pleasure.
Already, she was about to come again. Her walls clamped down on his penis, squeezing it as hard as she could; her hands were fists, knuckles bumping into each other with her wrists crossed. She rode the edge of an oncoming orgasm like a surfer on top of a tsunami. Eventually, it would drag her under. And she would let it.
Sweat trickled down Rex’s forehead and onto his collar.
“I’m—I’m—” she stuttered.
“Let go,” Rex commanded. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m here. I have you. I promise.”
“Oh God!” she screamed, her thighs squeezing around him, her orgasm finally dawning over her body at the exact same moment his did. “I’m yours, Rex. I’m yours.”
“Fuck yes, you are,” he groaned, collapsing down onto her as his cock finished its final thrust, letting out a stream of his seed deep inside of her. Once again, she was grateful for her IUD. Although she knew Rex wanted children at some point, she had made her family plans clear, and he respected them.
As he placed a kiss on her sweat-drenched cheek, she couldn’t keep herself from whispering, “Can we put the rest of your plans on hold for the weekend and just do this for the next couple of days? Or forever.”
“Oh, darling,” he said. “How I wish we could.”
Chapter 29
His mate
slept through the plane ride. After strapping her in for take-off, Rex left her to rest. She’d need it to face what was ahead. They both did, although Rex couldn’t sleep. He gazed out the dark window at the wispy clouds drowning in the endless night sky. Sometimes flying at night felt like taking a voyage at the bottom of the ocean, land and light so far away. Something about the air pressure and the drone of the engines made his wolf silent. Or maybe that was just Cynthia.
He loved her.
He wasn’t sorry he had said it, although he did feel guilty she had said it back. How could she say she loved him when she didn’t know the truth? After the weekend, when he took her home to Crystal Creek to show her his true nature, she might regret it.
Because you’re a monster she’s thought has been extinct for the past two hundred years… Because all she wants is a life free of chaos, and no matter how hard you try, you are anything but…
“Is Ms. Cinders buckled in?” the pilot buzzed over the intercom.
Rex pressed a button on his chair to communicate his reply. “Yes, I made sure of it myself.”
“Good, then we should be landing in the next twenty minutes, sir.”
“Thank you, Mark.” He let go of the button, gazing at his phone on the table.
His new phone that he had purchased a week ago lay askew on the table. It was off, and he didn’t want to turn it back on.
He had sent his eldest brother Samson a text, saying he was coming home with her in a month, but nothing more than that. He had been ignoring his calls ever since. Well, truthfully, he had been ignoring Samson’s calls ever since he had returned to New York from Michigan after they tracked down Luther.
He didn’t want to know how many missed calls he had from Samson, now. It was weak and cowardly, sure. But there was always some part of Rex terrified that faced with Samson’s natural alpha dominance, he’d lose his hard-won humanity.
And yet, in the end, it hadn’t been Samson to ruin his control at all.
Rex’s finger flirted with the phone’s power button, but he decided against pressing it. He would see Samson in only a few hours. What difference would a conversation now make?