Chapter 59 Reaper 36

Chapter 59 Reaper 36
“Is she always so opinionated?” Reaper settled back on to the sofa with his eyes closed. He looked exhausted, but there was a smile on his face. Olivia sure had given him a crash course in parenting, in just a few hours.

“Yep, I don’t know where she gets that stubborn streak from.” Bethany settled herself next to him, keeping an inch between them, as if scared to touch him; which was absurd.

“You don’t?” he was looking at her from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his face.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She pulled her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

“Come here woman.” He picked her up bodily and deposited her on his lap. “You were too far away.” He added when she raised a quizzical brow at him.

“I was less than an inch away.”

“Exactly, too far.” He gripped the back of her neck, his hand fisting into her hair as he drew her face closer to his. “I think we should have a rule that if we are alone, there is no distance between us.”

“Is that right?” She slipped her lips over his softly, loving the feel of his hand in her hair. He made a ‘mmm’ noise low in his throat. “I have rules of my own you know.” Her hands tugged at the t-shirt that covered him, running her hands over the rock-hard muscles underneath. Nails scraping lightly.

“Oh, you do, huh?”

“Yes, too many clothes.” Her lips left his for a second, as she smiled down at him. “This is too many clothes if we are alone.”

He ripped the shirt over his head the second the words left her mouth, and she took a second to marvel at the pure male beauty of him. All tan, sculpted muscles. She traced the solid ridges with her fingers. Wishing it was her tongue.

“How about when we aren’t alone?” His voice was turning breathy.

“Unless we are anything but naked…” Her small fingers were working on the button of his jeans. “Then it's too many clothes; but maybe we should try and stay dressed. We don’t want to give anyone an eye full.” She bit playfully on his ear. “They might like it though; you are rather beautiful.”

His fingers closed around her nipple, and he pinched it through her clothes. The pain sent shock waves through her body.

“No one gets to see you naked but me, Bethany.” He tweaked it again when she giggled. “Promise me.”

“I don’t need to promise, I am yours.” Her voice was muffled as he swept the top over her head. Leaving her straddling him in nothing but her jeans and a plain black t-shirt bra.

The way his eyes lit up; it was as if she was wearing the sexiest lingerie on the planet. “You best be.” He nuzzled the swell of her breast, his teeth grazing the soft flesh. Sharper than she expected.

“Shit, sorry my love.” He had felt her flinch over him and kissed the spot tenderly. “I’m struggling to stay in control. My Siren wants to mark you.” He rolled his lips over her tightened nipple over the cotton.

“I thought I was marked?” She let out a crow of triumph as the button finally gave, pinging across the room to land with a metallic ting.

“You are marked as my mate, but I haven’t marked you yet.”

“Why not?” Her small hand launched itself down into the open zipper of his jeans. Fighting for space so she could grip him in her palm.

“Because, I’m a gentleman.” He dragged out a breath. “Which I won’t be, if you keep doing that Bethany.”

“I want you to mark me Reaper.”

“I don’t want to lose control and hurt you.” His fingers traced the small silver scar just above her left breast. Ollie’s mark. The mark that tied them all together. He kissed it softly.

“You won’t.” She reached behind and unclasped the back fastening of her bra, letting her breasts fall into his hands. His palms rough against the sensitive buds. “I'll go on top.” She scooted backwards, lifting her hips so she could wiggle the jeans from her hips before she returned to him, straddling his lap but not settling herself down on it.

“No underwear?” His hands were rubbing up and down her hips.

She giggled. “Too many clothes, remember?” She couldn’t help the gasp that fell from her lips as he pulled her on top of him. She ground her bare mound on to the harsh denim he was wearing. The seam rubbing against her.

“I’m not sure about this, you going on top.” But he didn’t make a move to stop her, as she freed him from the confines of his jeans. Just laid there and watched her with hooded eyes as she reached between them.  “Not sure I…” He paused as he felt himself nudge at her entrance. A groan building in his throat. “I don’t want to hurt you, we haven’t…” He growled.  “You’re so wet already.”

Bethany lowered herself onto him, slowly. He was right, they hadn’t done any preparation. She was tight and wet, and the first few inches had her feeling fuller than she ever had before.

“Slowly.” His hands were firm on her hips, guiding away but not moving her; his eyes were half closed.

“I don’t want to go slowly.” She breathed as she seated herself fully on him, rolling her hips. He felt so much bigger in this position. Even without moving, she could feel the length of him pressing against her.

“Then move,” he ground out between his gritted teeth. “Because if you don’t move soon, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you until you scream.”

She raised herself slightly and this time his hands did more than guide her, he brought her down hard. His own hips thrusting up to meet her.

Bethany lost herself to the sensation of him inside of her; one hand firm around her waist, the other on her breast. Lifting it to his mouth, teeth grazing.

“Mark me Reaper!” She cried out as her orgasm washed over. Desperate for his teeth to puncture her flesh. He shook his head against her breast. A firm no, but she knew he was close to losing control.

She reached behind her, cupping his tight balls in the palm of her hand. He roared back; his head flung back. He wanted to mark her; she could see it in the way his face was tight with the effort to remain in control. In fact, his human teeth had been replaced by his Siren spikes.

“Reaper!” She thrust her breast up.

He lost control then, roaring his own release he sunk his teeth into the flesh of her right breast. Puncturing the delicate skin as he twitched inside of her.

There was a moment of pain, and then Bethany’s orgasm took over her, she fell forward. Capturing his lips with hers, tasting the metallic taste of her own blood on his lips, as she trembled against him.