Page 40 of The Sentinels

I met Ace’s knowing smirk. He lowered his phone to the counter behind him. His cup of coffee was already there. I hadn’t even noticed him end his call or make any move. He didn’t have to say a word. The look in his smoky eyes beckoned me to go to him. I did so without hesitation, stopping only a few inches away, feeling so small and vulnerable against his imposing bulk.

“Hi,” I finally said with a slightly nervous smile.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him. “Come here, woman,” he growled huskily.

He slammed his mouth down on mine, taking my lips with a hunger that signaled his arousal. I opened willingly, meeting the thrust of his warm, coffee-coated tongue with a whimper of need. Instant lust erupted between us, and I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around Ace's neck and moving my hips against his hot cock. He'd possessed my body completely, and now it appeared that my body wanted more.

Neededmore.

I was disappointed when he finally pulled back, but his harsh breathing took that feeling away. The intensity of the arousal that was stamped on his face said it all. Would he fuck me again? Lift me up onto the counter and slide between my legs and take me hard? Like I wanted him to? I'd waited so long for Ace to fuck me, and now that he had I was insatiable.

"Fuck, baby girl, I'm going to hurt you."

His comment caught me by surprise, and I pulled back with confusion, meeting his frown. I wasn't afraid that Ace would hurt me physically, but he needed to explain his words. "Explain, biker man," I said, trying to keep it light.

He growled, sliding his hands down to cover my bottom. "I want to consume you, Emerson." His hands squeezed my cheeks as if he were kneading bread, parting the cheeks as he ground his cock against me. "I want to fuck you into tomorrow. Is that plain enough for you?"

I laughed softly, realizing that I wanted the same thing. "Is that so bad?"

"Fuck yes, it's bad," he rasped. "Right now I want to pound you into that counter, and then I want to pound you up against the fucking wall. I want to fuck you senseless in the shower, before we go back to the bed and do it all over again."

His words turned me on, and I wanted to reach between us, take the hard cock that was rubbing against my sex, and impale myself on it. I quivered all over. "Then do it," I whispered up at him. He stiffened against me, and I sensed his concerns. "You won't hurt me, Ace. You'll only hurt me if you don't."

His grunt revealed the level of arousal that gripped him. It was no less intense for me. My sex was soaked and my clit was thrumming. When his hands took hold of my waist I thought he was going to lift me up onto the counter. Instead he swung me around and slammed me up against the wall next to the front door. I gasped at the impact. Our eyes met and clung for an instant, and after that there was no time for thinking.

Only action.

Ace moved in and gripped my leg and brought it over his hip. At the same time I reached for his heavy cock and brought it up to my pussy. He slammed forward, and I threw my head back against the wall as the pleasant, intense feeling of being filled by him held me paralyzed. I'd never felt anything half as good, until he began thrusting fast and hard, all the way to my aching core, not giving me a chance to catch my breath.

His grunts and the sound of our bodies slapping together both filled my tiny apartment. Every time Ace slammed inside of me I moaned, clenching around him in a pitiful effort to hold him inside. I was pinned against the wall by his hard body. His hands were against the wall on either side of my head as he pounded into me with a ruthlessness that bordered on savagery. And I liked it. I liked how he possessed me with an animal-like superiority that an alpha in the wild possessed.

I brought my hands down upon his shoulders, but he surprised me by grasping my wrists and slamming them back against the wall over my head.

"No!" he practically snarled against my face. "You'll take it the way I want to give it. I want you helpless and vulnerable, baby girl. I want to fuck you hard, fast, and deep, and leave no doubt about who owns you after this." He pulled out and plowed back in, breathing hard. I could feel our hearts pounding against each other. "You want this as much as I do."

He was right. I grunted with every slam of his body into mine, almost mindless with the pleasure that was holding me captive. I couldn't touch Ace the way that I wanted to, but I did clench my muscles every time his cock was trapped deep inside my pussy. His groans revealed that he was feeling just as much pleasure as I.

"Are you going to come for me, Emerson?” he grated in a guttural tone, mercilessly hitting my clit with every downward stroke. "You going to put some cum on my dick, baby?"

I could only whimper in response, the sweaty hair that had fallen into my eyes blinding me. My whole body jolted with his every thrust, my breasts were smashed beneath his unyielding chest. When my leg began to slip down his sweaty hip, he quickly grabbed it and wrapped it back around him. Before I could bring my arm down, he effortlessly took both my wrists in one of his big hands.

I was on the cusp of an orgasm, and when Ace leaned down and took a nipple between his teeth I lost it. With a scream I let my body fall apart in tremendous waves that rippled through me, screaming as uncontrollable convulsions caused my body to twist and wraith helplessly against him. My body clamped down on his cock, dragging a savage groan from Ace, and then he was coming, too. The force of his ejaculation shocked me, and my eyes snapped open in time to see how truly beautiful his face was when he lost control.

This man had no idea. As he grunted his way through his release, everything he was feeling, everything he was experiencing was there on his face. He was no less shattered than I was as pleasure so intense, so powerful, claimed more than just our bodies. We may have been locked in the throes of our orgasms, but still I sensed that this was so much more. I willed Ace to open his eyes to me, and when he did I felt tears gather at what I saw in his.

He was a beautiful, broken man.

Stunned.

Almost, but not quite, vulnerable.

For only a second.

He closed his expression to me so fast that I was sure I'd imagined everything.

I wanted to kiss him, soothe the beast, but knowing Ace, he'd never go for that. No, he wouldn't want chaste kisses. He needed the passionate, hungry kind that fed the unrest in his blood. For just a second I'd seen enough in his eyes to recognize the darkness and pain that he lived with.

"You're going to be the death of me, baby girl."