Chapter 31

Ollie’s POV

I can tell Hugh is angry, but since I don’t know why exactly, I can only brace myself as he steps into the room and slams closed the door behind him. Immediately, I push myself up to my feet, not wanting to be sitting down for what I’m sure is an argument about to ensue.

He turns on me, glares at me and says, “You blew me off. Then, the very next day, you are demanding to see me.”

I lift my chin, defiant. “I have my reasons.”

“And those reasons are…?”

Nothing I can tell him about, not without giving myself away. So I keep my mouth closed.

He takes a threatening step towards me, his eyes narrowing.

“If this between us is just about sex, then there was no reason to get so damn aggressive. You could have just said no,” he snaps. “But you didn’t. You blew up at me, and now you aren’t even going to give me a reason why? Just make something up if you have do.”

“I’m not a good liar,” I say.

“That’s rich. What about this hasn’t been a lie? You in the mask, calling all the shots. Pushing me away like I’m not worth your time. Now dragging me back?”

He steps closer to me, well within reach now.

His voice is tight. His eyes blazing with anger… and maybe with lust.

Our desire sparks between us like it always does, the chemistry igniting. Even an argument can’t conceal the hot fire between us. In fact, his anger only seems to make my skin burn more.

He seems to sense the change in me. Perhaps he can scent my desire in the air. I’m doing nothing to hide it.

He straightens slightly, squaring back his shoulders like he’s putting his full deliciously masculine body on display.

“You just want a dick to fuck, huh?” he growls, his voice low and sultry now. “Any dick will do, I suspect.”

“No,” I say without meaning to, but it’s the truth. Not any dick would do. Not any man. If not one of the other brothers, it has to be Hugh. As one of my fated mates, he’s the only one who can quell this raging inferno inside of me.

“No?” he asks. “No. You need your fated mate, huh?” His gaze trails down my body and he licks his lips. “Well, then… maybe you should just take what you want. What you need. You want this dick?” He unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down. “Then come and get it.”

Skin ablaze, I surge forward, practically leaping into Hugh’s arms. He catches me, his hands grabbing my ass and holding me up against him. My mouth seeks out his. His lips open at once and our tongues tangle.

“I hate you,” I growl against his lips. It’s an obvious lie.

“Sure,” he says, and lowers me down onto the blankets. He makes short work of my nightgown, and also removes his own clothes in record time. With both of us naked, he starts to lower himself down, his gaze fixed on my breasts.

Something else catches my eye. At once, I place my hand on his shoulder, stopping him from coming closer. With a bit of confusion, he looks up at me.

It takes him a moment to realize that my gaze is locked on the hickeys speckled along his collarbone. When he realizes, he leans back a little.

“Ah…” He seems somewhat sheepish, his gaze darting away. “You know you aren’t my only lover… And after your text…” He clears his throat. “To be honest, I would have rather it been you.”

My heart pounds extra fiercely at that, and those love bites suddenly fill me with even more inexplicably fury.

Shoving at his shoulder, I coax him to roll over onto his back. As I climb over him, straddling him, his lips curl into a vicious grin. “Oh, I like this.”

Still furious at the sight of those marks on his skin, I lean forward and cover one with my mouth. I don’t really know how to give a love bite, but I make efforts to figure it out. I suck and I bite and then I lap at the red spot with my tongue.

“Ah. That’s it. So good…” Hugh hums. “Mark me up, baby.”

Encouraged by the lust in his voice, as well as the rock hard dick I feel jumping insistently against my thigh and backside, I move onto the next mark and then the next. I cover each of the marks I see on him with one of my own.

As I do, his hands move up and down my back.

When I’ve finally finished, I lean back to inspect my handiwork. Every mark is now covered with one of my own.

He grins at me. “Satisfied?”

As if awakening from a trance, my cheeks burn with embarrassment over what I’ve just done. Hugh doesn’t allow time for that embarrassment to kick in though. Before I can even think, he rolls me over, reversing our position, with him on top, though his legs remain between mine, giving him easy access to my dripping entrance.

“Good,” he says, as he grabs a condom. My whole body thrums in the delight of anticipation. I can’t help squirming. I want him inside of me yesterday.

As if he can tell, he continues to smile, even as his eyes dark with lust. “Now it’s my turn.”

In one smooth move, he slides inside of me. At the same time, he clamps his mouth onto my own exposed collarbone. He doesn’t bite, but he does suck. The dual sensations bring me right to the edge.

I grab at his shoulders. I cry out his name.

He doesn’t let up, pushing me to the edge time and time again before, before shoving me over it.

Hours later, I’m a blob of satisfied bliss. Beside me, Hugh is admiring the marks on my collarbone and chest. He even reaches out and rubs his fingers over them gently. They are somewhat sore. I feel kind of like a pincushion. It feels good too, and eases that lingering jealousy that had been building inside of me.

“You won’t tell me what happened to make you snap at me like you did,” Hugh says softly. “And I won’t ask anymore. But…” Some mischief fills his eyes as he looks up at me. “Next time, let’s just fuck it out, alright? I’d be more than happy to let you work through your frustrations with my body.”

“Be serious,” I say.

“I am serious. We don’t talk, right? This is just about sex and pleasure. So why not use that? Next time you get that pissed, just ride me. My dick is happy to serve.”

I roll my eyes but laugh too. Just a little. It’s not a bad thought. The sex is good. Why do I have to make it more complicated than it needs to be? I can be furious at Hugh and still have sex with him. It doesn’t mean anything.

“Fine,” I say. Besides, soon I’ll be leaving anyway, so this arrangement won’t really matter for much longer.

I ignore the pang in my chest when I think that.

“Good,” he says. His gaze trails down to my chest. “I think I should make my point again though, to be sure.”

“I don’t know if I have another one in me,” I say, though my body is already coming alive again.

“Oh, that sounds like a challenge,” he says and leans in, mouth first.

When I finally make it back home much, much later, I feel so good, I can hardly walk. My mind remains sharp though, and I know what I have to do.

At my desk, I hurry to finish my application. Then I place it in a discreet envelope. Sneaking back into the hallway, I head upstairs toward the front door where a pile of outgoing mail is placed. I slide my application into the middle of the pile.

Then, satisfied both mentally now as well as physically, I head back to my room for a few hours’ sleep before its time to wake up again.