Chapter 30
THIRTY
A rtek kissed her, slowly cupping her face and leaning into her. She sank into her pillow as he crawled closer, pinning her to the sheets.
She felt every nerve end burst into heat, and she needed more. She wanted the distraction.
His lips left hers, biting along her neck. His canines scraped her skin, and a thrill ran through her as she considered just how different being with Artek would be. Artek was the first man to truly make her feel…alive.
Her head fell back as he pulled at her clothing. His hands trailed over her skin, leaving her shaking.
“Relax,” he whispered into her ear.
He was trying to help, and it was starting to work. The longer his hands were on her, the more distracted she was. Artek pulled her nightgown off and stared at her. The cold air wrapped around her. It sent a chill down her spine. She stared at his face, seeing the need and hunger in his eyes. She looked down at the bulge in his pants.
She swallowed, wanting to reach for him. But he had her arms pinned.
“This night is for you.” He chuckled, knowing she wanted to touch him. Was he reading her mind when he looked at her like that?
He bent down, running his tongue over her nipples, making her moan softly. She gripped the sheets as his mouth traveled down her body. He went over her ribs and down her stomach. He nipped her hip bone before traveling back up.
Her toes curled with need, and she threw her head back in agitation. He kissed her nipples again, chuckling softly at her. She felt hot all over, and she needed him to fill her. She was soaking wet. He could smell her.
His tongue ran down her body as he’d done just seconds ago, but this time, he spread her legs, going down her thigh.
She tightened her hold on the sheets, feeling he was just inches from her clit. She could feel his breath against it. His hands grabbed her thighs, holding her down harder before his lips met her flesh. His tongue ran along her clit, and she moaned loudly.
Two fingers slid into her, and her back arched off the bed. Artek kept her pinned, giving her little room to move.
“You taste like honey,” Artek chirped, leaning back to look at her.
She watched him slide his fingers into her. It was sexy as shit to watch him finger her, working her over. She swallowed, suddenly unsure of what to say.
He tilted his head to the side, holding a cocky smile on his lips. “Does this distract you?”
She sure was distracted. She had to give him credit for that. She’d forgotten about everything else going on. She just wanted him inside her.
He placed his thumb on her clit, and her head fell back. She was close. She felt that build-up, the tightness starting in the pit of her stomach.
“More,” she gasped, half grinding on him now.
Artek’s tongue joined his hand, and her nerves climbed. His tongue flickered over her clit and then thrust into her. She couldn’t take it and came hard.
She panted, trying to catch her breath. Artek leaned up, licking his lips. She ran her eyes over him, taking in the man who would do anything for her.
“Take me,” she said, reaching for him now that her hands were free.
Artek blinked, and then his eyebrows furrowed together. “Meara.”
“Please,” she begged, sitting up slightly. “I need you.”
She wanted to be him until her body couldn’t take anymore.
He cupped her face, leaning close. “If that is what you want, I’ll give that to you.” He kissed her, making her head spin.
He climbed onto her, undoing his pants. She watched with eagerness. She swallowed as his cock sprang free, and her insides twisted. He was big. Artek grabbed her hips, moving her closer to him. He slid into her, and he grabbed her hands, holding them on the pillow. Her head rocked back as he thrust into her.
She wrapped her legs around him, deepening each thrust farther.
His lips were on hers, eating her moans. His free hand worked her clit. She felt the orgasm build once more.
Her eyes closed, pushing everything away. She wanted to just be in the moment. It was only her and Artek making love. Passionate, intense lovemaking that shook her world in a way only a shifter could. She didn’t want to think about her cabin, the Lopez clan, or the attack. She didn’t want to think about anything but Artek.
Just the two of them.
“Meara,” Artek whispered into her ear. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and studied him. She took in his gentle expression, yet how focused he was on her.
He sped up, and her nails dug into his skin as she came apart, his name falling from her lips in a soft cry. He filled her hard. Her body riding her orgasm when he tensed and thrust deep into her. He grunted into her neck, sucking on her shoulder as he came inside her. She allowed herself to relax in his arms. Artek would protect her.