Chapter 8 #2
I allowed her to pull back, letting her play with the tip of my dick, the swollen head looking almost too big to fit inside her mouth, let alone her tight pussy.
She licked at the moisture that seeped out, humming at the contact, then her lips enclosed me again.
Her diabolical tongue worked the underside, bolts of pleasure jolted through me, and I had to work not to growl.
I was ready to take over and fuck her face like a madman, but breathed in and out, working hard to allow her to control the tempo.
Her hand twisted around my shaft. The other squeezed my balls.
“Babe, you need to quit playing.” I groaned as she pulled back, her pink tongue ran over the head, then licked her lips before she sucked me all the way to the back of her throat again.
Her head bobbed, tongue working the underside and tip.
She had me by the balls in all ways. My hands tightened in her silken hair, guiding her in the tempo I needed.
Pleasure unlike any I’d had washed over me, like a freight train. It was unstoppable. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. Tensing, I unleashed all that I was, let her see the beast she’d created, and fucked her mouth. Her eyes shone up at me. She knew, and she loved it.
“That’s it, don’t stop. Fuck, yeah. Deeper.
You can handle me.” My words sounded harsh in the quiet room.
My toes tingled. The feel she was sucking the very soul from me entered my mind.
The tip of my cock bumped the back of her throat, and my mate swallowed around it, adding the final layer to my demise.
Every fiber of my body locked up, spasming, and I thrust faster, past her lips, bumping the back of her throat each time.
“Swallow, Breezy,” I ordered in a rough tone, yet my hands were gentle as they held her to me.
We were in perfect harmony, so that each time I went in deep, she swallowed around the head.
“God, you’re gonna kill me. Perfect. So damn perfect.
” I watched her cheeks hollow out as she tried to suck every drop from me.
I pulled out, amazed to see her chasing the flushed, mushroom-shaped head with her tongue. “Why’d you stop?” she whimpered. Her gaze was hot as she looked up at me.
I had to shake my head at her pretty pout. “You sucked me dry, sweets.” Through the pounding in my head, I kicked my shoes off and got rid of my pants. My mate didn’t look nearly as satiated as I, and from the hot look in her eyes, she needed some relief.
“Are you wet?” I rasped.
“I don’t know, big guy. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
I couldn’t believe I enjoyed that as much as I did.
His dick was already getting hard, putting most men, even those in pornos, to shame.
I sent him a come-hither look, tugging my top over my head.
With a slight wiggle, my pants landed next to his.
Heat flared in Xan’s eyes, like a mini caress across my skin.
“Ah, I like how you think.” His whispered words made me smile.
I knelt on the bed and spread my legs. “Are you going to find out if I’m wet or not?” I quirked a brow, my hand trailing down my stomach.
He inhaled. “I know you are. I can smell you.”
The ache between my legs intensified, became an incessant throb. I wanted to have him again. The memory of the last time we were together flashed in my mind. “You gonna do something about it, or do I need to take care of it myself?” My hand skimmed toward the tiny panties covering my lower half.
Xan’s hands, which had been curled into fists, relaxed. A smile lit his features. “Show me what you like.”
Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure of myself. My breath came in uneven pants, but still, I didn’t allow that to stop me from delving beneath the thin silk.
The tips of my fingers feathered over the hardened nub of my clit, making me cry out.
My head fell back, and a moan escaped my throat.
I ran my index and middle fingers in a circle.
So close, I was poised on the edge, knowing he was watching made me excited, enflamed, and just when I was ready to fall apart, he pulled my fingers away.
“Xan...?” I cried.
“You don’t come unless it’s on my finger, my tongue, or my cock,” he growled.
The very air stilled. My abdomen flipped over at his words. “I don’t want to unless it’s with you, Xan.” My statement brought a flush to his tan features, the calm Xan disappeared, and was replaced by the big, bad alpha I knew and loved.
My logical mind knew it was crazy, but I was beyond logical.
I was in love and wanted anything and everything he could give me.
“Fuck, I love every facet of you. Whether you’re being this sweet, giving woman, or the feisty little thing that drives me insane.
I love you.” He smoothed his palm down my chest, grabbing the fingers I’d had in my panties.
One by one, he licked the digits, holding my hand.
“Trust me to give you what you need when you need it, and I will always ensure your pleasure.”
Startled by the sincere honesty and the eroticism he invoked, I nodded. His callused palm smoothed down my back as he got up to kneel in front of me. I shifted until we were knee to knee. “I trust you with everything I am. You can trust me to do the same.”
His voice–that velvet promise of everything, wrapped in steel–came out against my lips. “Of course I trust you, mate.” The thrill of knowing he spoke the truth and the sensation of his erection brushing my stomach sent shivers up my spine. Everywhere I looked, I saw, felt, and smelled Xan.
“Will you fuck me now?”
He shook his head. “No, now I will make love to you.”
I’d stiffened when he’d said no, then gasped at his words of love.
My panties were the only thing separating us.
With a growl, he sliced one side off, then the other, ending both our torment.
My nipples ached to be touched. Hell, at this point, every part of me was one ball of need.
Two of his fingers traced a slow path across my collarbone, down to my breast, teasing a path around the aching tip.
He took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan I couldn’t contain.
Almost on top of that motion, he continued his leisurely path, two digits finding their way through my slick folds, plunging inside and flicking his thumb over my clit at the same time. “So wet for me.”
I thrust my hips forward, needing him to rub faster, to pump faster. Ringing in my ears roared, every beat of my heart throbbed with each pulse of his fingers. “Please, Xan. I need to come.”
“Come, babe. Let me feel it.”
I screamed, pure pleasure rushed over me as I came. My breath hissed out, the sensation almost too strong for me. Xan eased his fingers out of me. The emptiness had me reaching out, hating the loss. I whimpered in protest.
“No worries, I plan to fill you up.” His arms lifted and placed me in the center of the bed.
Utterly transfixed on the sight of him guiding the tip of his dick to my drenched core, I could only lie back and wait.
He eased in and out until I’d accepted all of him and then came over me completely.
His eyes looked almost feverish with lust. I grasped his shoulders with my hands, keeping my claws to myself.
“Move or I’ll flip us and ride you like I mean it.”
“You sound so sexy talking like a dirty bitch.”
I was holding on by a thread but had no time to put my words into action. His hips pulled back and slammed back inside. The hard penetration made me claw at his back, grabbing for something to hold onto. “You are like warm, living heaven. I don’t ever want to leave,” he groaned and thrust again.
His rhythm held no finesse, but on each inward or outward thrust, he lit up every nerve ending in my pussy.
Blood flooded my sex, and then, staring into his eyes, I came.
He swallowed my scream, his lips and tongue ate at mine.
The mix of his flavor and mine coated our tongues.
This raw and powerful need threatened to steal my sanity, but he’d be there to catch me, so I let myself go.
I could feel every ridge of his cock while my pussy gripped him, rippling around him.
His hoarse shout followed mine. The throb and warmth of his seed made my climax go on and on.
It twisted and spiraled past anything I’d ever imagined or heard of in all my late-night talks with my friends.
My body a boneless mess, I lay under his, locked together in the deepest pleasure we could experience, and yet I knew it would only get better.
His arms held most of his weight, and his eyes gave a warm caress as he stared down at me.
Our breaths mingled together, hearts in complete accord.
Life was damn near perfect, if there wasn’t a stalker trying to kill me.
He rolled to the side. “Don’t think about it.” Xan smoothed his thumb between my eyebrows.
“Am I getting wrinkles?” I joked.
“No. You could have a thousand little lines, a head of gray hair, and I’d still think you were sexy as sin.
Let’s get some sleep.” He positioned us so he was behind me, the solid warmth of my mate around my back, his large hand splayed protectively on my stomach.
The steady beat of his heart lulled me to sleep, secure in the knowledge I was safe.
When I woke, I was alone. The spot where my mate should have been had gone cold.
I stretched. A smile broke out on my face.
I’d never seen my own blood donor, aka my mother, look happy.
Of course, the memories I had of Sandy were all tarnished with ones of fists, claws, or whatever implement she chose to beat me with.
A shudder wracked me, making me pull the cover up from the bottom of the bed.
“She can’t hurt me now,” I whispered, looking around the space we’d been given in the club’s underground apartments.
All thoughts of my childhood before my father had kicked his mate out blended together in a haze.
For a time, I thought all families were like mine.
It wasn’t until I’d gone to school and realized the other kids weren’t suffering at the hands of a mama wolf.
The only time I’d told of the beatings to a friend, my mom had been called into the office.
I’d been all of five, and the break in my arm hadn’t quite healed yet.
I’d cried out after falling off the monkey bars and thought it was only natural to explain that my arm was still broken from my mother snapping it because she was mad.
I learned to never tell anyone what I suffered through after that and realized I was lucky my dad and brothers had been off hunting for the weekend, giving me a chance to cry and heal.
My mother made sure I knew better than to open my mouth again.
I wasn’t sure if the crazy woman would have actually killed Shaw and Parker, but the threat had been made with such vehemence and backed with pain, I gladly kept my mouth shut.
It took me a few minutes to realize my knees were cramping from being pulled up to my chest. Trauma from my childhood and knee-jerk reactions brought back the old routine I’d fought so hard to forget.
Years of abuse couldn’t be undone, and the recent attacks seemed to be targeting me.
I was glad the ones out to get me were men, and not a woman who vowed to kill me.
Twenty years was a long-ass time to hold a grudge, especially when I’d been a child who’d done nothing to deserve such wrath.
Thoughts of Xan and the sexual acts we should be doing raced through my system. A shower would revive me and wash away the dregs of the past, or at least make me feel clean.