My breathing comes out in slow gasps as I feel him press further into me from behind, heat beginning to unfurl between my thighs.

I push myself back into him, angling my body slightly to get the best position. He grunts, pushing me forward and further into the desk in front of us. I moan, wishing I was unclothed and bare, so I could properly feel his thick length against my skin.

He caresses my hands with his own, intertwining our fingers before taking my hands and placing them on the table in front of us, pinning them to the desk.

“Relax, Rhys.” His voice a deep rumble in my ear as he slides his hands back up my arms and down to my hips. Slowly he bends me further into the table, angling me where he wants me. He spreads my legs, placing himself in between them, his thick length pushing up against my heated core.

“I could smell Cole over you earlier.” He growls. “It drove me mad.”

His hands tighten on my hips as he slowly grinds his hard dick against me, a small gasp escaping my lips as he kneads harder into me.

I arch back into him, his breathing becoming ragged as I roll my hips back to meet him. He grunts, and a small gratifying smile builds on my lips as I feel his dick twitch against me.

He slides his hands up to my waist and, reaching up the outside of my shirt, cups my breasts in both his hands. He growls, irked by the fabric covering them.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he pulls it over me, tossing it aside before he jerks one hand under my bra and rips it off completely. He cups my bare breasts again, a content rumble vibrating from his chest on my back, my nipples pebbling instantly against his large hands.

His rough fingers stroke the area around my nipples, tracing the dark runes there. They lightly brush against my small peaks, sending a jolt straight to my core.

Slowly massaging my breasts in his hands, teasing my nipples again, he rubs slow, agonizing circles into them with his calloused thumbs before gently squeezing them. I moan, rolling my hips harder into him, my breathing ragged.

He chuckles behind me. “Is this what you want, Rhys?” He bucks forward, letting me feel the full length of him again.

“Jace…” I moan as he nips at my neck, a light hum leaving his lips as he continues to rock into me, building my climax. I push harder against him, unwilling to wait any longer for him to give me my release. I slide a hand from the table and bring it down between my thighs. But before I can reach my aching folds, he grabs me and jerks my hand back onto the table, holding it in place with his own.

I turn my head as I hear him growl behind me.

“Mine.”

His eyes have turned a brighter golden color, his canines elongating to sharpened points as his eyes meet mine. He gives me a warning glare and squeezes the offending hand slightly.