Echoes & Ink: Raven by Emily Rose

Chapter Seventeen

RAVEN

Ishould be pushing him away, but everything in me is screaming for more. More. More. More. His mouth is hard on mine, his tongue fucking my mouth with a determination that makes me claw at his chest to get closer. Closer to the taste of him, to the heat of him. My tongue duels with his and my nails dig into his chest, making him hiss.

It does nothing but fuel my lust. My need.

“Wildcat,” he hisses, yanking his mouth from mine, bright blue eyes burning down at me.

“Asshole,” I hiss back, yanking his head back down to mine and taking his mouth. Fuck, I need this. I need to get this emotion, this anger and fear all rolled into one, out of me. He gasps when I bite his lower lip, but he doesn’t push me away. He bites back, making the pain shoot through me; but it quickly morphs into something else. Something dark and dangerous.

I feel his hands cupping my ass, lifting me up and turning us. I figure he’s going to head for the bed, but he surprises me when he pushes me against the windows. The cool glass against my back makes me gasp, and he takes instant advantage. His tongue moves back in my mouth, and his fingers dig hard into my ass.

I groan in pleasure, ripping my mouth away from his and attacking his neck. I arch my hips and feel the hard bulge against my center. I hear his answering groan and feel the flex of his hips, pressing tighter against me. “Fuck, Raven,” he snarls, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back. The pain in my scalp is like throwing gasoline on a fire. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble if you don’t stop teasing me, woman,” he warns, looking down at me.

This is my moment to stop this. To make sure we keep the lines from getting blurred.

Fuck that.

I smirk at him. “You afraid, Lincoln? Too scared to fuck me with that tiny pencil in your pants?”

“I’ll show you fucking tiny,” he snarls, thrusting his hips hard and grinding it against my clit. I gasp sharply, then moan at the sparks of pleasure that shoot through me. “Does this feel tiny to you, Wildcat?”

“So tiny,” I pant, as I rock myself against him. “Basically humping a stiff twig.”

He glares at me at my insult, tightening his grip on my ass, making me groan. Damn, I’m going to have bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. It’ll be totally worth it. “You’re pushing me, Wildcat, and I don’t think you’re ready for the consequences.”

“Keep calling me Wildcat and you’ll be having some consequences of your own,” I warn back. “Now shut the fuck up.”

His eyes blaze down at mine and I give him a taunting smile. That’s all it takes for the dam to break.

His mouth is on mine, hard and brutal, almost punishing, and his hands shove at my shorts, pushing them down. My hands are on his shirt, ripping it open, sending buttons flying. I moan when he smacks my ass, the heat from the strike of his hand spreading through me. I yank my mouth from his, then move down his neck, nipping and biting hard enough to leave marks as I go.

When I get to his chest, I bite his nipple, hard enough to have him cursing and yanking on my head to pull me away. “Fuck,” he grunts. He drops me to my feet, but before I can protest, he turns me, pressing my body against the cool glass, my shorts around my ankles. “Step out,” he orders. I do as he says, but barely have the time to kick them away before his hand is reaching around to my mound, fingers finding my clit, and strumming it quick and fast.

The pleasure shooting through me has me crying out, hands curling into fists on the glass. “Sloan,” I moan, unable to think with the desire pooling through me. I only feel.

“Hush,” he orders. I go to turn my head to glare at him, and tell him to fuck off with his orders, but he brings his other hand down quick and hard on my ass, stopping me. I moan at the sensation, feeling my inner muscles clench at the pleasure coursing through me. “Yeah, that’s right, Wildcat, I can feel how much you love that,” he whispers hotly in my ear. He moves the fingers at my clit down and thrusts them hard inside me. I give a strangled scream at the invasion, but arch into him. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans behind me.

I can feel him throbbing against my lower back and I rub my ass against him. “Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?” I grit out, moaning when he slaps my ass again, this time harder than before.

“You’re not giving the orders here, Wildcat,” he rumbles in my ear. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Not before.”

I want to scream in frustration, but this whole alpha side of him is hot as hell. I grind down on his hand, trying to get the friction I need, and biting back a scream of frustration when he pulls his fingers out of me. Then I’m gasping when he whips me around, drops to his knees, and puts his mouth to my center.

Thank God I shaved, I absently think, before all thoughts are immediately wiped away.

His mouth is pushing me to the edge faster than I’m ready for. His tongue teases my clit before moving down to fuck me, making me let out a cry of delight. I buck against his face, chasing the sensations he’s causing.. He puts a hand over my stomach, keeping me anchored against the glass, even as he continues his assault. He brings his other hand up and pushes two fingers back inside me as he sucks hard on my clit.

It’s all I need to force me over the edge. The waves of pleasure wash over me, and I feel my body convulsing as he continues to fuck me with his fingers, his mouth still on my clit. Wave after wave rolls through me, seeming to never end, until finally he pulls away, leaving me panting.

Sloan gets to his feet and I watch as he strips off his torn shirt, dress pants, and boxers. He stands there, gloriously nude. His chest is broad, muscular, and sports a tattoo of a black and gray lion over his left pec, mouth open and roaring. It should look cliche, but on him I can’t picture anything else. His arms sport dragon tattoos that curl up toward his chest from mid forearm. Fuck, I want to trace each line with my tongue.

I move my eyes to the chiseled abs and deep V that taper down to his long muscular legs, but what’s between them has my mouth watering. Damn, he wasn’t kidding when he said he isn’t small. He’s not Talon-sized, but he’s definitely packing some serious heat.

“Like what you see, Wildcat?” he asks me lazily as he wraps a hand around himself, slowly stroking.

I look at his eyes and give a careless shrug. “A big dick might be nice, but do you know how to use it?” I taunt him.

He’s on me before I have a chance to blink. He grabs me, turns me and shoves me over the edge of the bed, ass up and at his mercy. His hand comes down on each cheek, and I moan into the sheets. Fuck, this shouldn’t be so hot, and I should not be turned on so much by him acting like a he-man.

Sloan presses against the cheeks of my ass, the throbbing heat of him like a brand on my skin. “I think we need to shut that mouth of yours, Wildcat,” he tells me in a low voice, the sound of it rolling over my skin in warning. He adjusts himself so the tip of his dick rubs against my clit, giving just enough friction to make me cry out, but nowhere near enough to give me what I want.

“Fuck me, Sloan,” I demand, looking at him over my shoulder. “Or get the fuck out.”

He chuckles darkly, and everything in me shudders at the sound. Fuck, that’s sexy as hell. I’ll be hearing that in my dreams until the day I die. He brings his hand down hard on my ass again. “Told you, baby, you’re not running this show. I am. Lucky for you, though, I plan on being balls deep in your pussy very soon. You got condoms?”

“Bedside drawer,” I groan, panting when he slaps my ass again. He moves, and I hear the drawer open, foil ripping, and then he’s behind me again.

Before I have time to brace, he wraps a hand around my hair, yanks my head back and thrusts hard inside me. I scream as I jolt forward, the burn from his grip on my hair sending bolts of electricity to my center. Oh fuck. That’s so good.

Sloan sets a brutal pace, not giving me time to adjust. Exactly how I want it. How I need it.

The feel of him inside me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He hits every spot without having to try, and it’s making me lose all sense. Tight muscles grip him, milking every thrust as the fire in my core rages higher and higher.

“That’s right, Wildcat,” Sloan pants, “take me. Milk my cock just like that. You’re so fucking tight, you’re strangling my dick.”

I love dirty talk, and Sloan is a master at it. I cry out when he drives faster and harder into me, but I meet him thrust for thrust. “Sloan,” I moanas I feel my orgasm rising.

Sloan doesn’t answer, he just pulls harder on my hair, turning my head and taking my mouth with his, continuing to pound inside me. He uses his tongue to fuck me in time with his thrusts, and I’m lost. Powerless to stop the coming storm.

I break, screaming into Sloan’s mouth. My body clamps down hard as every sensation bursts through me. My hands go back and claw at his shoulders, his chest, anything I can reach as the waves take me past all sense.

Sloan rips his mouth from mine, and drives as fast and hard as he can into me, chasing his own release. He roars my name, before he stills and we both collapse to the bed.

My entire body is quivering and shaking with aftershocks as Sloan slowly and carefully pulls out of me, getting to his feet to deal with the condom. I lay here and wonder what the hell are we going to do now? We weren’t supposed to cross this line, but it’s done and I’m fucking glad we did.

Whether he sees it that way or not is going to dictate how the next few minutes go.

When he comes back, he stops by the bed and looks down at me. I look up at him and neither of us speak. Neither of us is sure what to say. Instead of letting it get awkward, I say huskily, “Guess you know how to use your dick after all.”

Sloan barks out a laugh, leans down, lifts me up in his arms, and moves us to the top of the bed. He sits us down, me in his lap, and leans against the headboard. “Guess I don’t have to ask you if I was too rough,” he rumbles.

I shake my head. “I might be small, but I can take a pounding,” I quip cheekily.

“Are you regretting it?”

I shake my head again and look up at him. “I could have said no and I didn’t. I don’t see any point in being pissed about something we both wanted. Doesn’t mean you’re not an asshole though,” I add with a smirk.

“Fair enough,” he agrees. “This going to change things with you and me?”

Well at least he gets right to the point. “I’m not looking for a relationship,” I explain honestly. I feel him relax. I guess he wasn’t the only one thinking about it. “You want this to be one and done, fine, I’m good with that. We can go back to normal with no hard feelings and just do the whole pretend relationship in front of the social worker.”

“Or?”

“Or we can do this again when the urge hits. For however long this lasts.”

Sloan blows out a breath. “Why am I not surprised that you’re reasonable about this? I’d be a fool to say no. No hard feelings when this is done?”

“None,” I promise.

He nods. “Does that mean you’re finally going to tell me what I want to know?”

Well that’s a nice icy cold shower, isn’t it? I should have figured he wouldn’t let this go. “Maybe someday, but not now,” I finally answer.

Sloan nods. “Alright. What about Falcon?”

“What about him?”

“Are you going to talk to him?”

As much as I dread it, I nod. I just need to prepare myself. That whole discussion is sure to bring a lot of memories back to the surface that I need to stay buried. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“You sure you don’t want me to be there?” he asks softly. “I don’t have to listen, but I can be around if you need it.”

The fact he’s offering does strange things to my heart. Things that I can’t allow myself to feel. “No, I’m fine,” I promise. “But speaking of Falcon, I need you to promise me one thing.”

“Sure.”

“Falcon needs to know he can count on people. He obviously likes you, so I need you to promise me that even if for some reason you and I hate each other after this, you won’t take it out on him. That you’ll still be there for him if he needs you.”

“I promise,” Sloan swears. “Though nothing can make me hate you, Raven. You’ll piss me off, sure, but I can’t hate you.”

I want to believe him, but will he feel the same if he ever finds out about my past? About what I’ve done, and what I’ve lost? I hope to God I never have to find out.