Chapter 26
Jordan
I stare at Kate’s face, her expression serene as she sleeps.
We spent a good portion of the evening playing her silly game, revealing more raunchy secrets between us. The beast was having a field day.
I can’t stop myself from reaching under my waistband and pressing into my hand.
The beast whines, impatient. It wants her. Using somewhat of a cheat code isn’t cutting it.
Before I can stop it, the beast pushes me up, and I crawl over her sleeping frame. Her strawberry blonde hair flows freely across the fur underneath her head, like a stream of fire. A low growl rises up my throat as I crowd her, all rational thinking leaving me.
I must have her.
Leaning down, I press my nose lightly against her temple. I breathe in, my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head when her scent fills my nostrils.
Her breath hitches, and I pull back to see her twisting her head, a look of sleepy confusion on her face as she stares up at me.
“Jordan?” Her voice is groggy.
All I can do is growl in response.
She blinks a few times, trying to clear the sleep from her eyes. “What are you doing?” she asks, sounding more alert.
Take, the beast demands.
“T-take what?”
I hadn’t realized I’d spoken aloud.
“Take you,” I grit out, my muscles locking, trying to stop myself from ripping the sleeping bag and her clothes to shreds.
“Take me where? Is everything okay?”
My face moves closer to hers until our noses are touching. “I need to have you. Now.”
“Jordan, I don’t understand,” she whispers.
I’ll have to make her understand, then.
Carefully, I pull back a bit and lift my hand to stroke my finger down her cheek.
A little gasp passes her lips, making my blood heat.
My fingers drift down her cheek, to her throat, pressing lightly against the pounding vein.
Something like a whine comes from my chest, desire quickly shifting to desperation.
“Jordan.” Her voice is near-silent, but I hear the plea.
“Tell me I can have you.” I need to hear it, need to know it’s what she wants.
She chews on her bottom lip, her brows pinching for a moment before smoothing out. “Okay. Yes.”
I waste no time. I push myself up to rip the sleeping bag from her, attacking her clothes. Buttons fly off her top, but I can’t even think about that. My mouth waters as her breasts are exposed to me, her nipples taunting me.
I latch my mouth onto one, swirling my tongue. Kate lets out a small whimper, her back arching into me. I move over to the other one, licking and tugging at her, earning even more mewls.
Kissing down her stomach, I make my way to where I’m needed. I can smell her arousal, guiding me closer to where she wants me. I pop open her waistband, and she silently helps me get her out of her pants until she’s fully exposed.
The sight of her makes me weak. She could ask me for the world and I’d do anything to give it to her.
I lay myself down on the floor, eyes traveling up to find her face soft with lust. The beast and I wait, my mouth hovering over the sweet spot between her legs.
Breed her, the beast demands.
It doesn’t seem to understand I’m biologically unable to do so, but I have no problem trying.
Her eyes are wide now, unblinking, tracking every movement.
“Give me permission,” I groan, locking my muscles, fighting my body’s urge to take her. “Tell me it’s safe to taste you.”
She takes a sharp inhale before sputtering, “The virus only passes through blood. Not saliva.”
I dive in, my tongue swiping over her clit.
Our eyes stay locked as I explore her with my mouth, relishing her taste.
My tongue swirls against her clit, reveling in her gasps and her hips rising to meet me.
My arms snake under her thighs to wrap my hands around her, spreading her, keeping her open for me.
I feast on her, letting her taste carry me outside of myself. My hips start gyrating, seeking friction to relieve the ache building between my own legs.
Bite her, the beast commands.
My fang grazes against her clit, and she lets out a helpless moan, her hips bucking for more.
No, I can’t. I can’t betray her trust like that. I pull back, trying to gain some control over the virus. “Having you spread open and swollen is driving me wild,” I rasp.
“More, please,” she whines, her hips humping the air.
“Fuck,” I groan before pressing my mouth to her again. My tongue laps at her, desperate to drink her in.
“Oh, right there,” she whispers, her thighs shaking on either side of my head.
I never want it to end. I want to stay here, to never have to leave. To only taste her, day and night.
My tongue circles her clit once, twice, a third time, and she comes all over me.
Her body contracts as she nearly screams at the ceiling.
Her clit throbs against my tongue, almost throwing me over the edge with her.
I lap at her, needing every last drop she’ll give me, before I pull back and look at her.
Her hair is splayed across the pillow, her eyes wide and curious as they take me in. “Wow,” she gasps. “I’ve never come so fast before.”
A low whine snakes up my throat. “And how many times can you come in one go?”
She pants, “Um, maybe twice, I’m not—”
I latch onto her, sucking gently on her clit as my finger circles her entrance.
She gasps, surprised, hips already lifting for it.
My finger glides in. She’s snug and warm and wet.
I pump my finger into her slowly, letting her acclimate.
She rewards me with loud moans and one of her hands gripping my hair.
“Please, I want more,” she pleads.
When she begs like that, I can’t deny her anything.
Slipping another finger into her, I thrust harder, faster, while my tongue laps at her swollen clit. She clamps down on my fingers and all but starts grinding on my face.
We both lose ourselves in pleasure—it strips us down, devolving us into nothing but two animals.
She cries out at the ceiling, her cunt keeping me locked inside her as I drink from her, her wetness covering my mouth, dripping to where I’m inside her. I’ll never tire of this, never want to do anything but bring her to orgasm, again and again.
As she clamps down around me, I fuck her through it, my pumping fingers, tempting the orgasm to keep going. My pace is steady, not offering her reprieve, not letting her get away from the pleasure I’m pulling from her. Her thighs shake around me, her body completely at my mercy.
Eventually, she stops writhing, her moans turning into small whimpers. I pull my fingers out and raise up, making sure she’s watching me as I place the two fingers in my mouth and suck on them.
A mewl passes her lips as I push myself forward to capture her mouth in a kiss.
She opens for me immediately, letting me explore her with my tongue while being careful of my fangs.
As we kiss, my fingers move back down her body, stroking between her legs.
She’s wet and pliant now, ready for more.
I shove my fingers back in, and she groans into my mouth.
Let’s see how many she can give me.