Reluctantly, he nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Bonding us like this won’t help us in a battle. Maybe we can have her remove that part of the bond so we can still sense each other and the ward still protects us, just doesn’t have us share the other stuff.”
Together, we cleaned up the mess I made by dousing the twins in nasty-ass stale water that smelled like day-old salad that’d been left in the sun too long. They’d have to shower multiple times to get that smell out of their hair. I smiled at the memory of their shock when I dropped the pool of water on their heads.
By the time we were done, I was over my craving for coffee. Now I just wanted to take a shower and get the contact stench off me.
“I need a shower,” we said at the same time. We studied each other, both debating what to do about our predicament. We could return to our dorm, go our separate ways, and take separate showers. We could then go to our separate floors and sleep in our separate beds.
“Rob and Leo are still here patrolling the grounds,” he offered. “There’s been an increase in activity, and Stace wants them to stick around to help her monitor it. They’ll be stuck here for hours.”
“Hours, you say?” I walked up to him, my breasts pushing against his hard chest. Suddenly, everything inside me sparked to life and centered in my core, heating it. He sucked in a breath as I ran my hands over his ribs, slowly snaking my arms around his waist. “Maybe we should—”
Bryan popped us out and landed us in the master bedroom of the cabin. I didn’t have time to recover before he had me against the door. It rattled behind me on its hinges as Bryan pressed our bodies together. Who was this man assaulting my senses, his dilated pupils a giveaway to the lust pulsing through his veins? If I didn’t pick that up from his eyes, the bulge between his thighs was unmistakable. My earth elemental was usually gentle, deliberate when we had sex. He usually took his time, torturing me in every awesome way possible.
Not this time.
He kissed me. Holy mama, did he kiss me. His tongue swept into my mouth, finding its mate and taking control of the connection. I went limp as his kiss melted every bone in my body. He explored the recesses, covering every inch, and driving me wild. He’d never kissed me like this before. So sure. So dominate. This was more Rob’s style, not Bryan’s.
It made me wonder… What other things did the wards force us to share?
Could Bryan somehow be channeling that need for control, that overwhelming dominance that had me weak in the knees and my lady bits humming? He seemed crazed as he released my mouth and rested our foreheads together, our heavy breaths mixing together. “What was that?”
“Are you complaining?” He nipped at my lower lip.
I lifted my chin until our lips made contact. He pulled back just enough so our mouths were barely touching. I whimpered and leaned in. Again, he kept us apart. “What are you doing?”
He cupped my backside and jerked me against him. The feel of his cock pressed into my stomach, making me ache as my clit throbbed for attention. “Having a little fun. You like to have a little fun, don’t you?”
I nodded, unable to force any words past the tightness in my throat. Fun was Clay’s style, not Bryan’s. My pulse raced, pounding in my ears as I eagerly waited for whatever he had planned. Someone with more common sense might stop this before he took it too far, channeled all the guys at once, and fucked me into a quad-squad coma.
I’d never been known for my common sense.
He tightened his grip on my ass and called air, hovering us a foot off the floor. “Have you ever had sex in midair?” His eyes darkened to almost black, something I’d never seen.
“Not recently, no.” It was Clay’s preferred position, one that had us crackling with bolts of gold energy whenever we really bonded. Bryan and I had always been safely on the ground, usually in a bed, when we had sex.
A gasp slipped past my lips when he reached under my skirt and literally tore off my panties, snapping the elastic before tossing them aside. Whatever had gotten into him had me so excited, my body trembled in anticipation of his touch.
Bryan’s fingers teased the inner part of my thigh, slowly tracing up and brushing across my coarse hairs. I whimpered and tried to kiss him, but he did it again and kept us a breath apart. I whimpered again.
He brushed my clit, sending a rush of liquid to gather where he touched. Chuckling, he nipped at my bottom lip again. “Someone likes to be teased. Would you like to go a little higher?” He floated us up to the center of the room, a foot from the high-peaked ceiling.
“Bryan,” I pleaded. I pleaded, and I didn’t care. I wanted him, needed him, and was barely able to breathe as I waited for him to tease me more. He removed my shirt with one hand while keeping constant attention on my clit. “Oh God.”
“Wrap your legs around me.” He lifted me, supporting me as I did as instructed. Somehow, he’d managed to drop his slacks to his knees, so when I rested my damp sex against his rigid flesh, with a quick shift of his hips, he slipped his cock past my slick entrance. “Ah, Jesus. Katy.” He thrust deep, and I cried out from the thick invasion. “Jesus!”
I scrambled to remove his shirt, desperate to feel us skin to skin. When he drove deeper, I clamped my hands on his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh for purchase. He hissed in a breath and slammed our bodies together again. The tight, tight coil constricted inside me, building the
