Chapter 22 #2
“But maybe a meal first.”
I stepped from the bathroom, one towel around my body and the other in my hand as I towel dried my hair. I’d meant to have a meal first, but when I saw myself as we came back into the house, a shower had jumped way up the priority list.
Part of my face had seemed to be covered in a layer of light soil from my face-plant on my run, and bits of leaves and twigs were snagged in my hair. I looked half wild—although maybe it was a look I liked, after so long without the experience.
Jason was lounging on the bed, watching me. “You okay?”
Seeing him, my heart rate jumped and desire flooded my system.
His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. “You still hungry?”
I grinned and walked slowly towards him. Almost a prowl. I wanted this man. “Always.” As I walked, I gripped the top of my towel then loosened the basic fasten that held it together, and by the time I reached the side of the bed, it had fallen away completely. “You got some spare time?”
“Always.”
He barely had chance to finish the word before I climbed up beside him and covered his mouth with mine. His lips parted, and I touched my tongue against his. Another rush of desire spiked through me, and I grew wet as his hands roamed over my back and down to grasp my ass.
There were too many clothes in the way, though, and I tugged at the hem of his T-shirt. He looked so hot in his clothes, but there were definite benefits to him being without them.
I slid my hand across his abs, exploring the muscles under his skin and the slight valleys behind them and then I grew brave, taking what I wanted, and I palmed the bulge in his jeans.
Taylor had definitely been right all along, although I didn’t plan to utter the words trouser snake out loud. This part was my secret. I grinned as I kissed him, and he groaned.
“Let me take my jeans off. I want you to touch me properly.”
The thought that he wanted my touch on him excited me, and I worked at the button and then the zipper, and he lifted himself off the bed, helping to shove them down his thighs, and I giggled.
“This part will never be really dignified, will it?”
He grinned in response. “Nope.” Then he pressed his hand to the back of my head and brought me closer for another kiss.
Warmth filled me. The way he cupped me so carefully yet firmly—like he had this, he wanted this, he wanted me—brought a sense of safety like I’d never known. Nothing bad could happen to me while he was by my side.
His tongue stroked against mine and the pressure of his mouth was firm but his lips were soft. It was the perfect moment and I pressed myself closer against him.
I wanted him already.
He rested a hand at my hip before sweeping it up over my ribcage to palm my breast, his thumb stroking over my nipple, and I moaned softly into our kiss, catching my breath as he flicked his thumb over my nipple again.
He grinned. “Like that?”
“Yes.” My voice was only a whisper. I wanted him to touch me so many more places.
I parted my legs a little, my invitation silent. My head screamed instructions for him but I didn’t voice any of them. Not yet. Not until I knew…more.
I placed a hand on his chest.
“I can feel how much you want me.” His words were strained now. “Through the mating bond. It’s so loud.”
His cock was hard between us, jutting against my hip, and I took it into my hand. The tip was already wet with his excitement. He wanted me too.
I stroked the soft skin tentatively, not gripping too tight, feeling how hard he was, contrasting the two extremes of hard and soft.
As he brought my nipples to hard peaks, I smoothed his precum over the head of his cock.
Taylor had been wrong. My thoughts were lazy as I played with Jason’s body. None of this was about trouser snakes.
Although maybe the visual of a python didn’t hurt. I started to smile, but Jason switched his focus to my clit, and I gasped at the sensitivity there.
He rolled it gently under his finger, then a little harder until my enhanced senses blared out a sudden warning and I drew away from him a fraction.
“Too hard,” I whispered. “Sensitive.”
He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Sorry,” he murmured. “I’ll go slower.” Then he moved down my body. “I’ll kiss it better.”
His head was buried between my legs before I could process the words, and his tongue traveled the length of my slit, finishing with a swirl over my sensitive nub.
Every muscle in my body tensed as he sucked it gently into his mouth, and my hand fisted in his hair as I both pushed him closer and tried to move him away.
Everything was so very sensitive. More sensitive than it had ever been, and a low growl—almost a purr—started to rumble in my chest.
Jason lifted his head, and the sight of him looking up at me from between my legs nearly sent me over the edge without him touching me at all.
“You like that?” He grinned after he spoke, and he didn’t wait for a reply as he wrapped his arms under my thighs and pressed his fingertips into my skin so he could draw my body closer to his lips and tongue.
So much talent in one man.
My head pressed into the pillow as I lifted my hips to him, arching my back as I drew a deep breath. Every movement of his tongue sent another vibration of pleasure through me, and I whimpered as muscles all over my body began to tighten.
As if he knew, he didn’t let up. He kept his pressure constant, repetitive as my breathing quickened, even when I tugged harder on his hair, my fingers clenching almost beyond my control.
Heat raced inside me, pooling at my core. I was on fire for this man. He set me alight.
My orgasm crashed over me in a wave, and I arched my back, welcoming it as my whole body pulsed in an age-old rhythm, the throbs slowly ebbing away until Jason became more persistent, and I caught my breath again as a second orgasm followed the first.
It was an almost painful bliss, and a self-aware giggle escaped me as my body twisted and contorted under his ministrations.
When Jason smiled again, a definite hint of satisfaction played on his lips. “You okay?” He looked as though he’d just asked a question he certainly knew the answer to.
I nodded then shook my head. “I want you.” It was part command, part plea, and as he released his hold on me, I parted my legs farther, the invitation even more obvious this time.
Jason caught his breath, the sound sharp but quiet, and it was my turn to smile. He wanted me too. I basked in that sudden certainty as I arched my back again, moving sinuously against the sheet.
“You going to help me out?”
“And how should I do that?” I pressed his fingertip against my clit as he watched me.
I stopped moving as a bolt of desire raced through me. It was as though he had control of each of my reactions to him. “I want you inside me.” I spoke slightly slower and more deliberately. I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I wanted right now.
I laughed as he was suddenly over me, his vampire speed responsible for his blur of motion up my body.
He bent so his mouth was right by my ear. “Would you like to repeat that?” His cock nudged against me and I inhaled sharply at the promise his body offered.
“I want you inside me.” I met his gaze like I needed to be defiant.
He nodded. “I thought that was what you said.” He pressed forward, teasing me as the tip of his cock slid inside me.
I pressed against him, trying to take more.
“More.” I didn’t expect to beg until I heard the word out loud. I’d spoken without meaning to, and he chuckled.
“Like this?” More of him pushed inside me, stretching me and filling me in the exact right way.
This man seemed to have incredible self-control. I wanted him all the way inside me—moving, thrusting—and he was content to tease me.
“Bite me.” I issued another request as a command and watched as he gritted his teeth. His eyes turned a dull red, and I smiled. Maybe there were ways to make him lose his grip on his control, after all.
I turned my head to the side, offering him my neck.
His next inhale was long and shaky. “Ciara…” That self-control was slipping for sure.
I offered a little more neck, closing my eyes as I did. “Please,” I whispered.
This time, his breath was on my skin, hot and close before his tongue touched against me. My pulse sped up, and he groaned.
“So perfect.” Then one of his fangs grazed against me and anticipation prickled along each of my nerves before he sliced cleanly in one bite and the rhythmic sound of his sucking permeated the quiet as he entered me again and again, his two rhythms lining up until they matched—his thrusting into me as he took.
He filled all of my senses, surrounding me, filling me, completing me.
He carried me away, and as he took a last, long draw, I cried out, my body pulsing around him. He stopped for a split second and released my neck before he shuddered above me, his breathing heavy.
I opened my eyes and met his gaze as he pushed lazily into me, finishing with slow, lazy thrusts, which I didn’t know if they teased him more or me. I shuddered as he stroked over my most sensitive spot, and he chuckled.
“Next time.”
“Next time,” I agreed as he withdrew from me and lay at my side before drawing me into his arms and holding me against him.
I sighed softly before inhaling, breathing him in.
His scent really was home.
He dropped a kiss into my hair. “I love you, Ciara.”
I stilled. “I love you, too.” I didn’t just know that was true. I felt it. I’d never understood this sort of love, the overwhelming feeling of belonging. Even more than to my pack.
I never wanted to be parted from this man.