Chapter Eleven

Jemma lost herself in Brock’s kiss, his touch electric everywhere he caressed her. He moved over her, using his knees to urge her legs wider, then grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her legs up.

“Brock.”

His shaft rubbed along her sex, amping her need. He ran it back and forth, drawing a whimper every time the mushroomed head bumped over her clit. He was driving her insane with the need for him. Then he pushed one of her thighs a bit higher, giving it a squeeze before releasing it.

“Keep this in the air,” he ordered and reached down to grip his shaft, dragging it down to lodge at her entrance. She glanced up and found her gaze snagged and held captive by his. “Mine.”

Claim made, he thrust deep, drawing a cry from her lips as he forced her sheath to accommodate his girth. He eased back then thrust deep again. She could tell by the clench of his jaw it took a lot of effort to give her time to adjust to the feel of him.

“Try to relax for me,” he murmured. “Let me all the way in.”

He wasn’t all the way in? How was she so full when he wasn’t even completely inside her? She tried to fight the slight panic that threatened then moaned as Brock’s wicked fingers found her clit and caressed it.

“Brock.” It seemed all she could do was moan his name.

“I’ve got you, love,” he whispered, thrusting deeper than he had before. “God, you feel so good.”

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed.

“Do you like that?” He did something with his finger that had her going liquid around him. From the sounds he made, he didn’t mind.

He kept her legs up but lowered himself, so his chest hair rubbed her nipples. It was another stimulation that set her body aflame. One hand cupped her hip while he braced his weight over her with the other. She was surrounded by him. She wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned up, nuzzling into him, marking him with her scent.

“That’s it. Mark your territory, Jemma,” he encouraged.

He was hers. Just as much as she was his. She wrapped her legs around his back, clinging and riding each sensation he brought. The need for release built inside her with every thrust and touch of flesh to flesh. Why had they fought for so long when they could have been doing this instead?

Brock huffed out a laugh then answered the question she hadn’t meant to voice aloud. “Arguing with you is like foreplay, mate. You growl at me, and I’m hard as stone. Do you know how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you? Especially when you wear my clothes, covering yourself in my scent.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He thrust hard, burying every inch and pinning her to the bed beneath him. “Because I knew once I was inside you, I’d never let you go. I had to be sure it was what you wanted. That I was who you wanted.”

“It is. You are,” she assured him. “Just plan for lots of foreplay.”

He laughed again before dropping his mouth to hers. His kiss consumed her even as his body owned hers. He took and took and took, but he gave all of himself in return. When he broke the kiss, she sucked in a breath of air, blinking her eyes as he rose onto his knees and lifted her ankles to his shoulders. He leaned in then, lifting her ass off the bed, so the bottom curve was on his knees. When he thrust this time, she cried out, fisting the bedding in her hands. He was deep, so fucking deep she swore she felt him in her belly.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, taking his time, each thrust slow and deep as if he had all the time in the world to spend. As if he planned to stay inside her forever. To draw out the pleasure building inside her.

“Brock, please.” How had she told him she’d never beg? Where had all her resolve gone? She was putty in his hands, at the mercy of every touch. The look in his eyes as he watched her said he knew it, too.

“You want to come for me?” he asked, keeping that insanely slow tempo. “Want to be a good girl for me? Soak my cock with your release?”

“Yes!” she all but screamed, desperate for whatever it took to send her flying.

“Who’s your mate, Jemma?”

“You! You are, Brock.”

“That’s right. Me,” he agreed. “This tight pussy is mine. Mine to fuck and pleasure. Only mine.”

She nodded frantically. She’d released the covers at some point and gripped his forearms instead, nails digging deep as she fought to move herself on his shaft. She needed more. Needed faster. Needed that missing something to help her reach the orgasm that hovered just out of reach.

“Every inch of you is mine,” he continued. “The next time you mouth off to me, I’m going to put you on your knees and fuck your mouth.”

She moaned, even though the thought shouldn’t turn her on.

“You like that idea, don’t you, baby girl? You want to suck my cock?”

“Oh, God!”

His chuckle was a husky wash of sound that sent shivers along her skin, making her nipples ache with how tight they were. He leaned in, pressing her legs so they were caught between his chest and hers. Her human body wasn’t meant to bend like that, but it was, and as he thrust deeper than he ever had, she screamed. Her orgasm wasn’t the soft easing she found at her own hand. This was pleasure and pain and dying. She was in her body but out of it. She heard his hungry growls but was too busy fighting for air to care. Everything went tight until it snapped. Her body clenched then went liquid around him. She more than soaked him. Her release spilled around him, coating her thighs and the bed beneath them.

“Fuck!” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”

He eased off her, rubbing the muscles in her legs while tremors still worked through her.

“Roll over for me, baby.” He guided her with his hands on her hips until she lay on her stomach. “That’s it. Can you get on your knees for me?”

She struggled, but once again, he helped, those big hands gripping and lifting until he had her positioned the way he wanted. He pushed inside her, shafting deep in one glide. He pressed a palm against the small of her back while tugging on one hip, adjusting her until he sank impossibly deeper. She cried out while he groaned.

“Hold on to the bedding,” he ordered. “Tight.”

Then he fucked her. It was hard and fast. A primal mating. One that showed his dominance over his mate and made her bear bow to the animal inside him. Grunts and growls spilled alongside her cries and incoherent pleading. She wasn’t sure what she asked for, and it didn’t matter. Brock gave her everything she needed. He rutted her. She’d known he’d be the type of man who took charge, and maybe that was why she’d fought so hard to show him her independence. If left unchecked, a man like Brock Holloway would control every aspect of his mate. And not just in the bedroom.

She rose up on her knees, bringing him to halt as he moved with her, rising behind her. He reached around to cup one breast, finger and thumb pinching the hard tip and tugging on it. She turned her head to the side, reaching back with one hand to grasp his hair and urge his mouth to hers.

“Kiss me,” she commanded.

When he swept his tongue in, she challenged him for control, meeting his ferociousness with soft, lingering touches until he let her lead.

“I can’t wait to take your cock in my mouth,” she whispered as his lips trailed over her jaw and along her neck. “To taste you on my tongue.”

“Your sassy mouth will see that desire met often,” he promised.

“Mmm,” she agreed. “And your orders will see you with your head between my thighs.”

He groaned. “Fuck, yes. I’ll eat your sweet pussy any time you want me to.”

“Right now, I want you to come inside me. I want you to fill me up. Mark your territory, mate.”

He snarled, pulling out long enough to flip her onto her back on the bed before joining their bodies again. Within minutes, he was yelling. His cock thickened inside her as he came. He pulled out mid-orgasm, using his hand to work the rest of his release from his shaft. Hot spurts of cream coated her stomach and breasts as he slid up her body.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

She was happy to obey, opening wide and sticking her tongue out. He pressed the head against her lips and finished in her mouth. She brought her hands up to grasp his buttocks and urge him closer, sucking him gently as she tongued the hole to make sure she had every drop. It wasn’t just him she tasted, but herself, as well. She could gorge herself on it.

“Fuck! Careful. You’ll make me hard again.”

She moaned around him and was rewarded with a growl as his hips jerked. He moved off her but stayed on his knees, staring down at her. His fingers traced over her thighs, slick from both of them, then higher, trailing through the seed he’d left on her stomach and chest. He rubbed it into one of her nipples then bent and sucked her into his mouth. She was mewling when he finally released her, his cock hard and thick against the outside of her thigh, ready for more.

“You make me insatiable,” he told her.

“I can handle that,” she vowed and rolled until he was the one on his back and she was astride him. She lifted just enough to tuck him at her entrance before lowering herself onto him with a moan. He reached up and played with her nipples as he pumped up into her.

“You want to fill me up again?” she asked, mimicking his questions from earlier. “Want to mark your territory, so everyone knows who my mate is?”

He growled, pulling her down until her breasts were crushed against his chest.

“You’re mine. My mate. My woman. Mine.”

She nodded. “I am, and you’re mine.” She wiggled her hips until he released her enough that she could move her hips back and forth. “My cock. All mine.”

He grinned then. “All yours.”

She sat back up, bracing her hands on his stomach as she set the pace she wanted.

“I’m falling in love with you,” she admitted.

“You already love me,” he informed her. “It’s why you’ve gone out of your way to drive me insane.”

She laughed. “I drive you insane?”

“In the best possible way,” he admitted. “With lust, with need, with love.”

“Are you saying…?”

“Shh, love,” he whispered, reaching for her hips and guiding her back into riding him. “Of course, I love you. How could I stop myself from falling for you?”

That was the moment she let herself fall, when she stopped listening to that inner voice of doubt and accepted she finally belonged.

“I knew you were a man who loved a challenge,” she suggested with a roll of her hips. Brock’s chuckle cut off with a groan.

“You can challenge me any time you want,” he promised, and she laughed, wondering how soon he’d regret those words.