Chapter 12 #2
She stretches her arm back, wanting to touch me, and I hold on to her forearm, kissing down her velvet-soft skin.
The storm continues to rage outside, and the flash from bolts of electricity gives me enough light to see her move against me.
I grip her hips, small beads of blood bubbling to the surface of her skin from the pressure of my nails. Our bodies slap together, the rut giving me more strength as I answer her heated pleas.
Every thrust has more power than the last, sending more cracks through the wall.
“Oakley! Don’t stop. Don’t…Don’t…” She shakes her head, her hair sticking to her damp back.
I look down, watching my cock disappear in and out, coated in her shine. “I wish you could see what I see. I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you look taking my cock.” I curl over her, sucking her earlobe into my mouth, and whisper, “And I told you, you’d beg.”
She pushes her ass against me, doing her best to meet my thrusts.
I move faster and faster, using my enhanced speed, blurring at a rate she can’t keep up with.
“Oakley!” she shouts. “Fuck! Oh my god, stop. Stop! It’s so much. It’s too much.”
By the smell of her, the way her emotions slither inside me, I know she doesn’t want me to stop.
Her body buckles when she orgasms, her come squirting over my cock, the wet thrusts driving me over the edge too.
I pour into her for a second time, hoping her womb takes me so this heat doesn’t last for days. I’ve heard horror stories about long heats and ruts, how draining and exhausting they can be.
As amazing as this feels, days of it would be painful.
But as I spill every drop of me inside her, the scent of her heat only increases, and my body responds. My sack fills again, preparing for yet another round.
I don’t stop the brutal pace, wanting her to come again, wanting to hear her call out my name. I wrap an arm around her waist to keep her upright, her back pressed against my chest. I push her hair to the side, kissing the other side of her throat that doesn’t have a bite mark.
I’m going to change that.
I want my marks all over her body.
No one will question if she is claimed.
Nariko belongs to me now. She’s mine to protect until the end of time.
She spins around with more strength than I expect, causing my cock to slip from her. I growl in disapproval, wrapping a hand around her throat.
Only for her to wrap a hand around mine.
The crimson glow of my eyes reflects in her pools of honey. She steps forward, and I follow her lead, stepping back—for now.
“I want to fuck you,” she practically purrs in a sultry tone that has a rope of come shoot from my cock, spraying across her stomach. She swipes her finger through my seed, gathering the majority on the tip. “Seems you like the sound of that.”
The back of my knees hit the arm of the couch, and I wait to see what she will do with me, besides toy with my emotions. I watch as she lifts her finger to her mouth. I hold my breath, following every move, hypnotized as she sucks her finger between those lips, moaning.
“Fuck, Nariko,” her name a guttural groan.
“You taste so good, Cowboy.” Her hand tightens around my throat, her gaze drifting down my body. She bites her bottom lip, walking her fingers down the defined ridges of my abdomen. “You’re hard in all the right places.” She squeezes my cock, more come pools from the slit, and I gasp. “Aren’t you?”
With my hand still wrapped around her throat, I tilt her head up by pushing my thumb against her chin. “For you.”
The longer Nariko’s gaze lingers on my body, the more potent her heat becomes. She shoves me, and I fall backwards to give her what she wants.
I land on the soft cushions, the cold leather pressing against my hot, sweat-soaked skin. Nariko crawls on top of me, settling over my cock. Bending down, she kisses up my chest.
This time, every touch of her lips against me is like a mini orgasm bursting through every nerve she touches. I dig my fingers into the cushions, squeezing them so hard that the leather tears.
My stomach rises and falls with every broken gasp. Nariko drags her lips from one hip to the other, diving her tongue in my belly button, before making her way back up my torso with more kisses.
Fuck.
She’s going to be the death of me.
I bet dying wouldn’t be so bad if it was by her hand.
Nariko rocks against me, sliding back and forth on my cock. The leaking tip rubs over her swollen clit.
I arch my back, moaning from the simple act of her rocking herself against me. Fuck, if she keeps going, I’m going to come.
She wraps her lips around my nipple, sucking it into her mouth, then slides her tongue across my chest, biting the other one.
“Nariko,” I whisper her name when thunder rolls, shaking the entire house.
“Oklahoma,” she whispers in return, my name muttered between her lips and my sternum. “Oh my god—” Her hand clutches my ribs, trying to control her want.
And it fails.
Biting my lip, she gives it a rough tug. Nariko reaches between us, gripping the base of my cock to hold steady. My beautiful mate sits up, tossing her hair over her head.
Lust pinches at the area around her lips as they part, her brows furrowing together as her eyes close as she sinks onto my cock, slow, steady, easy, taking her time to take me.
I’m not a small man.
I tilt my chin to my chest, hypnotized, watching my cock enter her more and more. She’s stretched full, whimpering, digging her nails into my pecs to brace herself.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
I scour her body, not knowing where to focus because I need to look at every part of her, everywhere, all at once, or I’m afraid I’ll miss a movement, a motion I wasn’t able to memorize.
That’s all I want to do. I want to memorize every moment she brings. I want to lock them inside my mind, so I can think about the angles of her body whenever I want.
Nariko takes me to the hilt, her soft thighs settling against me.
“I’ve never felt this way before.” She dips down, licking up the middle of my throat, chin, then bites down on my bottom lip again. “I can’t get enough. I can’t stop touching you. The more I touch, the more I want and the deeper I want you.”
I fist the roots of her hair and smash my lips on hers, tasting my blood lingering on her tongue. Hunger possesses my next move. My right fang slices her lip open.