Page 59 of Bubblegum Pop
“Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of being inside you again?” I said as I bent down to her lips. “Candy, sugar, it’s been torture watching you every night, stripping for other men when the only time you should be naked is in our arms.”
I placed a gentle kiss on her lips, but she pulled back, shaking her head, pain lighting her eyes.
“Then…” she panted, swinging her arms around my neck to hold me close, “how about having to go through that every night?” She drew in a deep breath before another shudder rippled through her. “What about wishing it was you? Every time I had to leave the stage, you never wanted me.” Her head tipped forward, and I ran my nose over her neck, marking her with my scent, making sure the smell of passion fruit would stay etched in her skin for the rest of the night.
“I wanted you,” I growled against her cheek, nudging her ear before moving back to meet her angry stare. “Of course I fucking wanted you, sugar. You’re my addiction.”
“That doesn’t make a difference when all you’re going to do is go back to ‘guarding’ me. If you wanted me so much, why didn’t you take me every time I came offstage?” She bit her lip, and I groaned at the sight of plump flesh caught between her teeth. She stiffened as my aura rolled over her. I couldn’t help it, she always did this to me.
Candy stretched, pushing out her breasts against my chest as she looked up at me, her lips hitching. She knew she had me. “How can I trust you when you won’t admit you feel the same way as me?” she whined playfully.
I snarled and she yelped as I dropped my head to her shoulder, stemming my anger and frustration as my teeth rode her neck. I could have bitten her, just like she asked.
“You little minx.” I chuckled as I lowered my hips, and she softened into me as soon as my hard cock pressed against her pussy. “You like playing with me, don’t you?”
She curved her back, sighing. “Well, it’s so easy to do.”
I took a breath, indulging in her captivating smirk that lit up every cell in my body, especially my cock. “Do you feel that?” I purred, kneading my nose into her neck.
She trembled under me. “No one makes me hot like this, sugar. It’s only you. Only you make me this hard. Only you drive me so crazy that no matter how much I fuck my hand after a show, no matter how many times I come inside Apollo—both of us dreaming of your gorgeous tits bouncing onstage—it’s never enough.” I kissed her neck, grazing my teeth down the muscle that tightened as her head leaned back into my shoulder, offering herself to me. “You know why?”
“Why?” she asked as her perfume surrounded us.
“Because there’s nothing better than your pussy.” My hand left the mattress to find her hip, keeping her close, a lick of her sweat-stained skin nearly flooring me. “Knowing how it is to be balls-deep inside you and not being able to touch you?” I groaned, pressing myself into her. “It’s hell.” I rubbed up against her, feeling how well my cock fit into the crease of her pussy as she widened her legs. “Since that first time I tasted you, I’ve wanted nothing else. Only you.”
“Then bite me,” she moaned quietly. I might have missed it if every single part of me wasn’t completely attuned to her.
“Candy…”
“I mean it, Zeus.” She ran the tip of her finger over the spot I’d just licked. “Bite me. Take me. Make me yours.”
Clenching my teeth, I held back my wince at the pain that crackled in me like a new fire.
“I know you want it,” she gasped as she lifted her heels, bumping them on my ass. Her thick scent spread around her as she moved her hips, grinding on my cock. Her eyes were desperate, pleading, her skin burning as her next heat wave came. “You know how right it would be, Zeus. I want you to be mine.”
In my rut-fuelled mania, it all made sense. She was ours, so we’d bite her. We belonged together, and we had waited so long that I wasn’t going to lose her to that fucking contract that ruled our lives for years.
“Sugar, you drive me wild every fucking night.” I said. “Imagining you moaning, writhing beneath me as I fill you with my cock over and over again. But I can’t bite you.”
Plus, Odin and Apollo were both beating at me through the bond. And my mate was moments away.
“So you’re going to push me away again, aren’t you? Even like this?” She shook her hips, rubbing her wet heat up and down my cock.
I wrapped my arms around her, placing the smallest of bites on her shoulder—not enough to break her skin, but enough to tell her I loved her.
“Apollo’s almost here,” I said through gritted teeth, taking the coward’s way out. I didn’t want to have this talk when I’d just tasted her again for the first time in years.
“And Odin?” She gasped as I jerked my hips, sliding my cock through her lips, opening her up for me.
“Odin will be here soon, I promise.”
If Odin kept being stubborn and wouldn’t give in, I’d have to fuck her extra hard for the both of us.
Anyway, if I wound Apollo up enough, Odin would crack. I knew how my brother was. He could look down on me from his high horse all he wanted, but he didn’t get to play that game when I knew he was wanking over Apollo every night. He was too serious, only giving in and joining us once in a while when Candy really got to him.
I reached out to Apollo, telling him to hurry the hell up with a bump of energy. I needed him with us. I needed my pack.
And I was going to do everything I could to make her come so hard that Apollo would hear her in the stairway before he arrived.