Chapter 50

*Rowan*

There is clearly so much more to the story than what Alicia has told me, but I don’t give a shit right now. All I want is to rip all of her clothes off and taste her. So reach behind my neck and slowly pull her arms from around my neck and slam them above her head. She smirks up at me and tightens her legs that are still around my hips. It makes my dick rub against her making me groan. Just that small thing feels so good that I could burst then and there, but I won’t. I’m going to finish inside her, but first I have to get rid of all the layers separating us.

“Stay,” I instruct her.

She keeps her hands over her head when I let go and move back to sit on my heels. The moment forces her legs to uncross behind me just like I wanted. I climb off the bed but keep my eyes on her as I reach back and pull my shirt off tossing it somewhere in the room. Her eyes move from my face and down to look at my bare chest. I’m not bulky but I do work out so I have a physique that many girls would find appealing. Alicia is shy about enjoying the view and as much as I want to let her drink her fill I need her naked.

“Strip Sin,” I tell her firmly.

Her smirk grows to a knowing wicked smile as she pushes herself up and moves so she’s standing on her knees. She reaches for the hem of her dress and painfully slow pulls it off her slim form. Underneath she’s wearing a black sheer one-piece that has lace covering her breasts and her center. It’s sexy and pretty all at once. If I wasn’t in such a hurry to get inside her I would run my hands all over the fabric and maybe take a few pictures for personal reasons but I can’t wait any longer.

“That too.” I point to the skimpy little thing.

“Are you sure? It’s pretty, isn’t it? Walker bought it for me. He’s big on buying me lingerie.” She says all this while she runs a finger down between her breasts.

A low growl that sounds more animal than human works its way past my lips. “Don’t say another man’s name when I’m about to fuck you.”

She chuckles…chuckles as if this is some sort of game.

“I guess I’ll have to take it off for you,” I say.

I push my jeans and boxers down my body and kick them away before climbing onto the bed and crowding her until she’s lying beneath me again. She laughs when I pin her down with my hand around her throat.

“Are you jealous? You know that won’t work well with me being bonded with four other guys.” She says.

“You don’t need to remind me. I had to watch that cat rub all over you.” I growl again.

She smiles but it falls a little. “Cree saved me more than once. I wanted to bond with him once the war was over because bonding with a cat is a lot more intense. They need a lot more affection and that isn’t easy to give in the middle of a war zone.”

“How did he end up with that other woman?” I ask her.

My hand moves down from her neck and along the peaks of her breasts. She arches her back silently asking for more of my touch. I’m so hard that just a brush of the soft material covering her against my tip makes me hiss.

“Delilah had been one of the refugees at a camp we were staying in. She saw him and forced herself on him. Since he wasn’t bonded she claimed him and in their culture, I couldn’t just ask him to leave her. I would have to fight for him and I was already fighting for a lot more than that. It killed me seeing her touch him knowing he didn’t want her, but I had to step aside. She lost her family and her home, it felt wrong to kill her. Cree never said anything once they were together so I figured he had gotten over whatever spark we had.” She shrugs.

“What changed then? You hadn’t killed her until now. Why did you wait?” I’m not sure why I’m asking about this but I can’t stop myself.

I want to know everything.

“I don’t know. Once I bonded you I felt…like something was still wrong. I knew it was because Cree wasn’t with us and she pissed me off. So I took him back. It sounds horrible like he’s a position but in his culture, that’s how men are viewed. He was never that to me.” She sighs and closes her eyes as I make my way south and rub my palm over her heat.

“You did the right thing. He clearly wanted you.” I say.

She smiles but keeps her eyes closed. “I wanted him too. I wanted all of you. Maybe it’s selfish, but I don’t give a fuck.”

That makes me laugh. “Good because I’m glad to be yours. Especially if it means I get to touch you like this…to taste you.” I tug on the thin material covering her slick heat and pull it until I hear it rip.

She gasps and shivers as I run my finger against her. “Stop playing with me, Rowan.” She growls.

Her eyes open and for a second I see that darkness bleed into her eyes but a second later it’s gone.

“What would happen if you let yourself…change?” I ask her.

She blinks at me and furrows her brow. “Why?”

“I don’t want you to hold back any part of you. Not even the dark.” I tell her but she shakes her head.

“It’s too unpredictable. I could hurt you. Besides…” She smirks. “That side of me is always in charge. I call the shots and not many men are secure enough to let a woman lead.”

I raise a brow and chuckle. “If any man has a problem with his woman taking the lead then he’s an asshole.”

She must think I’m talking out of my ass because she gives me a look like she doesn’t believe what I’m saying. I’m up to proving her wrong, so I roll off her and lay on my back.

“Do your thing, baby,” I say holding my arms out and offering myself up to her.

She sits up and turns to me with a skeptical look. “If I do this I can’t promise I’ll be able to snap back if you change your mind. Sometimes I can control it but in this case…like this, I’m not sure I can.”

“I trust you baby. Now get over here.”

Her eyes narrow on me but there is a question there. She doesn’t think I’m serious about this, but I’ll lay here as long as she needs me to. Honestly, I don’t normally sleep with a woman who wants to dominate me. Usually, they prefer I take over. Not that I've done much sleeping around given my line of work, but the few that I have were into the fact I’m a cop. They like to be handcuffed or play some sort of game where I punish them. It’s fucking stupid but I played along because women like that don’t stick around.

They have a fantasy that I fill and then they flutter off happy to check ‘sleeping with a cop’ off their life goals list.

This is new for me, and I’m intrigued.

“Very well,” Alicia says and I watch as inky black takes over her eyes completely and her body straightens.

I’m not sure what to expect since the last time I saw her like this she killed someone and then came back. What the hell will this dark side of her do to me?

Her eyes move to me and she tilts her head almost like an animal as she looks me over.

“The Prince. Another male with a beacon of light around him. Heavens above, how do I manage to find so many men that must be bound to me?” She sighs like it’s all too much.

“Excuse me?” I thought she was about to jump me but she looks bored. “Aren’t we going to…”

She gives me a confused look and then her face shifts in realization. “I see. You want to be mated. Normally she fights me back during these times.”

This side of her talks as if it’s a different entity altogether.

“It told her to let herself go. She said you could hurt me.” I tell her.

She chuckles. “She’s right. Are you sure you want me little Prince?”

She’s the second person to call me that, but I’ll ignore it for now.

“Yes. I’m sure.” I say confidently.

I can admit though that I’m a little nervous when she smiles. She looks like she’s about to eat me alive, and yet I’m harder than I was before.