Free Crave by Ayden K Morgen Page B

They're just too stupid to figure that out.
    "Does it?" She grins at me. "It must suck to be that petty."
    "I wouldn't know."
    "You aren't petty?"
    This time I shrug.
    Am I petty?
    I don't think so, and I have a pretty good grasp of my faults. But if I was one of the men standing on the sidelines right now, forced to look but never to touch? To never come close to the woman in my arms? Yeah, I can imagine being petty enough to hate the lucky son of a bitch who had her in his arms.
    "The other half want to be you," I say instead of revealing that fact.
    She smiles again, amused and disbelieving. "It must suck for them. You're kind of beautiful too, you know?"
    "Am I?" I smirk, not sure what to make of that statement. I've heard it before, but never without reason. Never as the honest, guileless compliment I know she meant it to be.
    "Yes." She inches closer, her fingertips brushing along the hair at the nape of my neck. "Half the men in this room hate you."
    "Do they?"
    "Mmhmm," she murmurs, eyes riveted to my mouth. Her fingers creep deeper into my hair, tugging lightly.
    "And the other half?"
    "They want to be you," she whispers, her tongue peeking out and then disappearing between her perfect lips again.
    "I think I can believe that. Think they'll hate me more if I kiss you?"
    "Maybe," she mumbles, gaze still focused on my lips.
    "Trinity." I stop moving and cup her face gently in my hands. I'm dying to feel her mouth on mine, tired of waiting. "I'm going to kiss you now," I whisper, warning her.
    She touches the tip of her tongue to her bottom lip and meets my gaze, her green eyes widening with desire. I lean toward her slowly, giving her time to pull away, time to tell me no.
    She doesn't.
    Her throat works once, and then her eyes fall closed, her lips parting. I bite back a groan, her quiet acceptance tearing through me, igniting fires all throughout my body. My lips brush softly against hers.
    Her taste hits me hard – fine wine, sweet candy, and so much softer than anything else. I pull her closer, needing more. She opens for me without hesitation, her fingers scratching against my scalp, sending chills through me.
    My tongue dips into her mouth.
    She pressed herself closer, her body flush against mine.
    Little fires burn hotter everywhere we touch.
    The rest of the room disappears. It's just me and her, and the beast dying to bury himself inside of her until the familiar burn bleeds away into satisfaction again. I know if she lets me take it that far, she'll be perfection beneath me. Perfection around me.
    She always is. Every time she comes to me like this, she's fucking perfect. Sublime.
    I can't get enough.
    She slips her tongue into my mouth, pulling a groan from my lips.
    A breathy hum starts in the back of her throat.
    The beast goes crazy at the sound, battling against the cage, wanting out with a desperation bordering on manic. We can't wait anymore. I need tangled sheets, soft moans, and the slide of her skin against mine as badly as he does.
    "Upstairs," I whisper against Trinity's mouth, half question, half demand.
    She dips her head once, a soft, "Yes," falling from her lips.
    I grab her hand, leading her away from prying eyes and petty minds.
     
    * * * * *
     
    I don't know how we make it from the first floor to my room, but somewhere between long, languid kisses and soft touches, we do. And then there's no turning back. Desire burns in Trinity's eyes. She's as caught up as I am in the moment, the heat… in the craving to take.
    I undress her slowly, the beast falling back on his haunches, content to let me lead as silky skin is unveiled bit by bit. She's gorgeous, as beautiful half nude as she is fully clothed. More so.
    Her eyes are on fire, her creamy skin flushed with desire.
    The faint scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. It's everything I crave every single time she walks back into my life… and everything I ache for when she walks back out again.
    She groans low in her throat when I drop