Spike: (#3.5 The Beat and the Pulse) Read Online Free PDF

he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, “all of this is off limits.”
    He was getting territorial again. Every time a guy talked to me down in the gym, he blew steam out of his ears. I worked out hard and trained like a beast, so naturally, I had the body to match. Guys were going to look, I couldn’t stop them, but it didn’t mean I was going to let them touch.
    His hands moved down to cup my sex, his finger sliding through my wetness. “Especially this.”
    I moaned as his finger pressed inside me and his palm rubbed in deliciously slow circles against my clit. My head was in the clouds, all mixed up with the arousal he’d sparked, and I didn’t have it in me to give him a tongue-lashing for his caveman style sexcapades. Tongue-lashing… Actually, that sounded like fun.
    “This is mine,” he muttered, easing a second finger into me.
    “Curb the caveman.” I gasped as he continued to tease.
    He grunted as his fingers drove into me again and again, his other hand pinching and playing with my nipples. That was it, once the grunting started I wouldn’t get a coherent thought out of him until he’d come. Totally not a complaint.
    Just as things were getting good, he pulled his hand away and pressed his slick fingers against my lips. Without hesitation, I sucked them into my mouth, tasting myself on his salty skin. I swirled my tongue around each digit, moving my ass against his cock just the way he liked it.
    His breathing began to accelerate as he tore his hand away and pushed me down over the vanity, hauling my ass up into the air.
    “Mine,” he declared, massaging my flesh and coaxing my legs to open.
    His jealous side was well and truly out, and I had to admit I enjoyed it when it resulted in this position, but he didn’t have to keep claiming me like the alpha male he was. I was already his, and he was already mine. I didn’t know how many times I had to say it, but he constantly needed to hear the word mine. I knew it had a lot to do with how his parents had handled him growing up, being there for his sister Violet, and his fear of being abandoned. Mainly, the fact that deep down he thought that one day he’d lose me. It was there even if he didn’t want to admit it.
    That’s why he kept wanting to stake his claim. That’s why he’d brought up marriage, or at least that’s what I thought.
    Ash’s hand fisted into my hair and twisted. Pulling my head back, his lips latched onto my neck and he bit softly before running his tongue along my skin.
    Grasping the bench, I met his gaze in the mirror. Lust, passion, fire, love. It was all in his beautiful green eyes.
    “Ash.” I gasped, wiggling my ass against him.
    He moved his free hand between us and moved his cock between my legs, rubbing the head up and down my seam.
    “What do you want, Spitfire? You want it in you? You want to ride it?”
    Fuck, I loved his dirty mouth. We were both very physical creatures, and sex always turned out to be a triathlon of positions when he got this riled up about something. The thing about Ash Fuller was that on the surface, he was this simple guy with his muscles and high-flying business, but underneath, there was layer after layer of complexities, and even I hadn’t explored all of them yet. He loved hard, fought hard, and hurt hard, and everything he did he threw his all into. What did they say about people like that? He had an old soul.
    “I need you.” I gasped as he pressed the head of his cock just inside my opening.
    “How?” he growled, inching slightly deeper.
    My legs quivered, and I tugged against his hold on my hair. He sure loved to dominate, and as long as we took it in turns, then I was all for it.
    I shuddered against him. “Like it’s the first and last time you’ll ever fuck me.”
    His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t break stride. “Watch me, Ren. Watch what this does to us.”
    Letting go of my hair, he grasped my hips and thrust. His cock slammed home with a slap, and I