Page 51 of Our Covenant

“Are you sure about that? Asher doesn’t seem to harbor the same sentiment.”

She shifts into my hands until the lean muscle of her leg is cupped in my palm.

“Asher is more driven by his appetite, but I promise, the women we share are highly regarded in our circles.”

“Share?” Another slight movement brings her ass to the edge of the desk until my hands and knees are angled between hers. “I didn’t think you were capable.”

“Selfless, remember?”

The triangle of black lace panties at her apex makes my breath hitch. The wider her knees get, the tighter my sweatpants get. I pull my arms back and place them on the armrest of the chair. If she’s trying to push me to a breaking point, she’s getting close because the coiled anticipation in my gut is dangerously close to the edge of forbidden territory.

I should tell her to go back upstairs, remove myself from her crosshairs, but when she wets her lips and eases her legs on either side of my thighs to straddle me, I can’t find the words. Her hands reach up to grip the top of the chair, bringing her face close to mine.

“Fox,” she whispers, and my name on her lips is a new high I didn’t know I could reach. “Would you share me?”

Her ass firmly lowers to my lap and I groan. I want to touch her. Take a firm hold of her waist and focus this new pressure onto my aching cock until she’s soaking the fabric between us. Her head tilts until her lips are featherlight on mine.

“You don’t want that.” The nagging voice of my conscience is screaming to remind her that for all intents and purposes, she hates us and has been sent to destroy us. But I’ve always been a fan of hate fucking, and that fact is overshadowing my good sense.

She smiles against my mouth, and that last thread of restraint I’m clinging to is thinner than the air in this room. “No. I don’t. But I think you do?”

Fuck. This woman really is trying to kill me.

“No.” Neither of us believes what I’m saying. “To share you, we all have to trust each other.”

Her hips grind over me, and it’s both frustrating and a short relief of tension. She drops one of her hands to the top of mine and guides me to the back of her thigh.

“And you can’t trust someone you don’t know.”

The curve of her ass is too much for me to resist, and I slide my hand slowly up her soft, supple glute. A small sigh escapes her when I slip two fingers under the thin elastic at her hip. Following the fabric back down her cheeks, I find her needy and wet for me.

“But you know us.” I tease her entrance but don’t dare to go further. She answers with her eager body. “And you’re going to take what you need, aren’t you, venom?”

She traps my fingers between us, and I dare to slip my arm around her waist and bring her close. Every tentative move I make feels like a threat that she will remember her vendetta.

After dreaming of her last night, I haven’t stopped thinking about what she would feel like in my arms and what it would take to get her here. I thought about how I would convince her to let down her walls or ease her into comfort. Those hours were spent in vain because I should have known that the key all along was to allow her to bait me into submission.

Her slick arousal coats my fingers and all of my blood rushes to my groin. She pulses up and down, the small noises she’s making meant only for me. That’s right, venom. Those are my hands that have you riding the edge of ecstasy.

Her eyes don’t leave mine, and for a brief moment, I wonder if she can hear my thoughts because her brow knits and I’m immediately groveling for mental forgiveness. Begging her subconscious to stay with me just a little longer. And when her mouth finally presses firmly to mine and her tongue teases behind my teeth, I become an all too willing victim.

I have to keep her here with me as long as I can, fearing the clarity that will undoubtedly come after her orgasm.

“Not yet,” I beg, curling my fingers inside of her, causing her to gasp. “Please, slow down for me.”

My arm around her waist fights for her to slow, but she’s so close.

“No, oh gods, Fox.” Her anticipation of release echoes into my mouth faster as her body tenses in my hold. “I can’t.”

“Come on, venom. A little bit longer.” My voice is rough, thin, and disgustingly desperate. “Please.”

I think I’ve just unearthed something she didn’t know about herself because she pushes her chest into mine, holding me tighter than before. My cock pulses with every rock of her pelvis, the friction becoming too much to bear. Suddenly, my only options are to come in my pants or lose myself completely. If we were still in my dreams, I would lift her onto the desk and fuck her until she’s screaming my name. But in this reality, it’s critical that I hold my composure.

“I’m— I’m—” Her voice strains to find the declaration.

I tilt my head up to meet her eyes, to watch the dawn of pleasure break over her face.

“Tell me that you hate me, venom.”