I almost moaned, biting down on my lip.

Then he was touching me.

I felt the air against my clit, right before his tongue was there. He touched me with my shirt before another growl and the shirt was gone. His other hand came up and he shoved me down, all the way down. The back of my head was on his knees, but he cupped my back, yanking me up. I was arched for him, but he was tasting my clit, his tongue sweeping inside.

I couldn’t hold much longer.

A dark pleasure was building. He was sending it through my whole body. I was for him, to do with what he pleased. My legs were trembling. My whole body was shaking. I kept biting down on my lip, trying not to make a sound, a cry, a scream. I needed the pain to keep me from coming.

Raize needed this dominance over me.

He thrust a finger inside abruptly as he shoved up from the chair.

I cried out from the shock, but my legs wrapped around his waist from reflex.

He was gripping my ass, keeping me in place, and he turned, putting me on the table. He wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t going to be that kind of night.

A second finger moved in, and he thrust deep, long, and he kept going.

He knew what he was doing. He was working me fast, he wanted me to come quick for him.

I opened my eyes, seeing his on mine, a stark hunger reflecting back at me.

He was in pain, it was buried deep down. His mother.

I reached out to touch him, cup the side of his face, but he caught my hand. Almost roughly, but he only caught it. His teeth bared a second, and he adjusted, a third finger shoving up and into me.

I opened my mouth, a guttural groan slipping out. But then Raize leaned over me, pressing my hand down to the table above my head, his hand still there, holding me captive.

He kept thrusting, working me, and I couldn’t hold back.

I tried to squirm, lifting my leg higher around him, but he blocked my leg and kept thrusting. He was relentless, and then he leaned down. I felt his tongue at my clit and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Ripping my hand free, I clasped onto his head with both of my hands, and he kept going.

A muffled scream burst out of me, and my feet found the table, pushing myself up.

I lifted myself even more into Raize’s mouth and his fingers, but the release ripped through me. It was an almost out-of-body experience, and I could only gape, gasping for breath, as another scream tunneled down into my gut, leaving me in shambles from keeping quiet.

I got no time to adjust.

Raize reared back up, staring down at me.

His eyes were dark, hungry, angry. The lust was palpable, and this time we switched.

I was in the shadow. He was in the moonlight.

I saw everything, everything in him.

He rose up, tearing off his shirt, unbuckling his pants. He didn’t push them down, just moved his boxers aside, took out his dick and stroked it. It was already rock hard, lying up against his stomach, but he ran his hand over it, watching me.

My body was still quaking from my release, but I was panting, my chest heaving up and down and I started to throb all over again.

Goddamn.

Every one of his muscles seemed to be straining as he was holding himself back.

I licked my lips.

I wanted that control, that restraint. I wanted anything dark and dangerous he had in him. I wanted him to unleash it on me.

Rising up, I was watching him back, daring him to take control again.

He didn’t. He watched me come up to him. I was still on the table. He was standing between my legs, his hand moving up and down over himself but then it was my turn.

I replaced his hand, and bent down, my mouth going over his tip.

He sucked in his breath, and held still as I worked him.

Up and down. My hand moving around. Cupping the base. I was on his tip, sucking.

His hands grabbed the sides of my head, and his fingers sank in, tangling with my hair. He flexed, his hips moved closer to me and I sank in, taking him all the way in.

I made a choking sound, a deep grunt.

He started to pull out, I caught him, my hand going around, grabbing his ass. I kept him in place and then I pulled my mouth free.

I looked up, he was watching.

A deep and primal, possessive thrill seared me.

He was mine. Mine. No one else’s.

I don’t know what he saw in my eyes, but his flashed and my hand was knocked off his cock.

He bent, grabbed me, and I was up in the air.

He tipped me over his shoulder, one of his hands shoving up between my legs, his fingers back inside of me as he carried me from the kitchen to our room.

I was slammed against the door.

My legs were kicked apart.

He bent down, pulled me out, and then he slid inside.

I couldn’t stop my groan this time, and he didn’t quiet me.

His hand wrapped around my front, cupping my throat, and he held me in place as he fucked me.

I told him later, when my body was so tired and my brain could barely function. “I love you.”

It was important that he knew, especially tonight.

He froze, then rolled to me. He lifted his head, searched me, and then rolled on top of me.

“I love you back.” He said it back to me right before we passed out.

The sun had long ago rose. I ceased caring.

I just thought, Good.

I knew, deep down, but it was good to hear.

Waking, I knew Raize wasn’t with me. I rolled over, looking, but the room was empty. Glancing at the clock, I’d only been asleep a few hours and hearing noises from the kitchen, I knew the guys were up. Making quick work in the bathroom, washing, cleaning, and I pulled on clothes before heading out.

I wasn’t sure what I’d find, but I wasn’t quite prepared.

Blueprints were spread out on the table.

Cavers had something cooking on the stove.

I was assuming Jake had made coffee since I could smell a fresh pot being brewed.

Gus was chewing on a bone smack in the middle of the kitchen, his back legs spread out and his front two holding the bone up for him.

Jake and Cavers were dressed, ready to go.

Raize had his jeans on, and that was it.

His gun was on the table at his side, but he was shirtless and I could see evidence from our lovemaking last night. Yeah… I wasn’t focusing on that, or the fact that Jake and Cavers both knew where those marks came from.

Moving on.

I also was so very not thinking about what they heard last night. Denial was my friend this morning.

“What’s going on?”

All three heads lifted or turned my way.

Jake and Raize were going over the blueprints.

Gus’ tail started thumping against the floor, but he didn’t stop chewing on his bone.

“Morning. I made coffee.” Jake gestured to the coffee pot.

We’d taken to bringing one with us, and kept stocking from almost every gas station we stopped at.

Cavers angled his head around the guys, holding a wooden spoon in hand. “I’m making omelets. You want anything special on yours?”

Omelets? The morning after Raize found out his mother was killed?

I just shook my head. “No, thank you.” I moved to the coffee machine.

Raize didn’t greet me, but I felt his gaze on me until I had my coffee in hand and I leaned against the counter, looking at his over my mug. He’d been waiting for that look, and his gaze swept over me before becoming hooded again. He turned back to the blueprints.