Betrayed Forced Mate (Rosecreek Special Ops Wolves #4)

“Say that again.”

“Gods?”

“My name.”

I do, and then, he’s slipping inside me, slowly at first, and I settle my hands on his hips, trying to take him deeper. He holds back, teasing me, his arms shaking with the effort. When I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down, he gives in, burying inside me deeply, and my body shakes with the pleasure of it.

“Olivia,” he breathes, “you—do you—”

“Yeah,” I say, the word almost coming out as a whimper. I know what he’s saying, what he’s asking—does it feel like this for me, too?

The answer is yes. That the sex we had before the blood bond was amazing, earth-shattering, even. But this is something different. This is like jumping into a live volcano. Like ripping my soul from my body and putting it in his hand. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

Maybe that’s why people do it.

My hands move everywhere—grazing over his shoulders, running down his chest, scraping down his back. His eyes are dark, boring into me, and he lifts a hand from the couch, brushing an errant piece of hair away from my face as I breathe hard, stars starting to spark in my eyes.

“Fuck, Byron,” I cry, and he reaches his hand down between us, rising up a bit to give him room, rubbing my clit in fast, rhythmic circles.

I come undone, arching up off the couch, pressing my breasts into his chest, crying out his name, screaming at the intensity of the pleasure that’s rolling through me. It’s so good, it’s almost unbearable. Tears come to my eyes, my body shaking uncontrollably, my legs wrapped around him like a vice.

Seeing me must be enough for him, because he gasps, pulling his hand away from my clit and planting them on my hips, thrusting into me once more before his body shakes, and I feel him come inside me.

My eyes fly up to his face, but his eyes are closed, his face the picture of pure ecstasy, something like peace settling in as he relaxes, his breathing slowing.

“Olivia,” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing my shoulders, pushing my hair back from my chest, skimming his lips over my nipples and stomach and biceps. It’s like he can’t get enough of me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, tentatively thinking about back in the woods, when I told him I was on the pill. It was true then. Less true now. All I can think about is the fact that he just came inside me, despite being clear that he wanted to avoid this particular scenario. Everything happened so quickly, that I didn’t have time to think it through.

“Byron, I have—”

“Shit!” he says, his body going rigid again, before he starts laughing, pulling up off the couch. He holds out a hand to me, and I look at it, disbelieving. “We have to go!”

“What?”

“We can take a shower quick, if we hurry, but we’ll have to call an emergency meeting.”

“What?”

“Olivia, you did it,” he laughs, his eyes sparkling. “And I know exactly who it was who cursed you.”

Chapter 23 – Byron

“This better be pretty damn important,” Percy says, bags under his eyes as he sits at the table. For the first time in ever, he’s actually one of the first ones sitting down at the table.

“You’re on time,” Aris says, nodding his head and pressing his lips together as he glances at Percy, who’s running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, well,” Percy says, glaring at me and Olivia. “I hadn’t gotten back to sleep from the last disaster.”

“The last disaster?” Aris asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Byron almost had a heart attack,” Rafael says, breezing into the room. Despite it being the middle of the night, and him also surely not having any sleep, he looks wide awake. Refreshed.

“I did not almost have a heart attack,” I say, shaking my head and meeting Aris’s eyes, and I’m surprised to see the worry there on his face. Why is it always surprising to me that someone cares about me?

“Wait,” Rafael says, his eyes flicking between Olivia and me. “Did you guys do it?”

“What?” Olivia sputters, her eyes going wide, and I have to stifle a laugh.