Chapter 18 #2
She tugged at his jeans, but he stopped her, catching her by the chin and tilting her face up.
“Vashti.” His eyes were dark with concern. “Talk to me.”
“Don’t wanna talk. I want you.”
He joined her on the floor, kneeling and brushing her hair back from her face. “We’re going to face a lot of tough situations together. It’s the nature of who we are.”
“Easy for you to say.” She smacked his hand away. “The chances of my dying are slim to none. You’re dying right now. Every minute.”
“Ah.” Elijah sank back onto his heels, completely oblivious to the stunningly sensual sight he presented—bare-chested with his button fly parted just enough to expose the thin, silky line of hair that led to delicious places below.
So vital and virile. A potent force of nature.
And yet his days on this earth were finite. “I get it.”
“I don’t think you do. How can you?”
Setting his hands on his knees, he exhaled in a rush. “Mated lycans live longer.”
“What? What did you say?”
“You heard me. And you love me. Enough that it’s driving you crazier than you already were to begin with.”
She stared at him. Then she pushed to her feet, pulling herself together with as much dignity as she could muster. They weren’t going to talk about this. Ever. It was bad enough without saying the words. “Go take that shower you wanted.”
Catching her wrist when she moved to pass him, he stood. “I’m glad.”
“Don’t get excited. This place may not have hot water.”
“I’m glad you love me,” he qualified.
“Did I say that? I don’t think I said that.”
“Okay, then.” His thumb brushed over the madly throbbing pulse in her wrist. “I won’t say it either. Doesn’t make it less true.”
The sharpening pain in her chest had her stumbling to the bed. She sat gracelessly, her gaze on the blank television screen.
“Go shower,” she said again.
“Join me?”
She shook her head, wondering how she would survive going through this twice. Suffering through the debilitating, devastating pain twice. And she was stunned that she could even equate the two men she loved together—one who was with her for eons alongside one she’d known only a matter of days.
How could she feel this way so swiftly? Worse, there was no doubt her affection for Elijah would grow as time passed, becoming even more necessary until she wouldn’t be able to breathe without him.
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, then let her go. A moment later, she heard the shower come on in the bathroom. And a moment after that, she heard him singing.
The pain in her chest turned into a sweet yearning.
He had a beautiful tenor, showcased by the choice of song, which she didn’t recognize.
But he could’ve sung horribly off-key, for all she cared.
It wasn’t his talent that seduced her, but the intimacy of sharing this downtime with him.
The gift of seeing him open and unguarded.
Mated. Vash shook her head. That word didn’t mean the same thing to a lycan as it did to a vampire.
When Charron died, she’d gone on. Inarguably altered by the loss, yes, but capable of moving forward all the same.
When Elijah mated, he would live until he died of old age or his mate died, whichever came first. He couldn’t survive either circumstance.
She was still contemplating that when he emerged from the bathroom, naked and dripping wet. He shook out his hair, spraying her and the rest of the room with droplets of water.
“Hey,” she protested. “Watch it, puppy.”
He glanced at her as he went to the dresser and checked his phone. “You’re doing enough watching for the both of us, cougar. You’re ogling, really. My ass is burning.”
“It’s a very nice ass.” She was startled by the throatiness of her voice. Due to his effect on her, of course. The one she’d been experiencing since she first saw him naked and bleeding in a Utah cave, his luscious body still vibrating with the threat of imminent violence.
She wasn’t going to think about the end.
She was going to focus on the here and now, taking everything she could from him, giving everything she had.
If his life was going to pass with the swiftness of a dream, she was going to make sure they blazed as bright as the sun so that when the time came, she’d burn out with him.
She unzipped her vest and said with unmistakable possession, “Mine.”
He faced her, his eyes dropping to her exposed breasts. A rumbling purr escaped him. “Mine.”
She beckoned him with a crook of her finger.
He came to a stop in front of her, standing between her parted knees, his glistening cock directly at eye level.
When he reached for her shoulders to push her back onto the bed, she linked her hands with his and held him back, her tongue darting out to lick the length of his rigid erection.
“God…” His head fell back. “I dreamed about your mouth on me that first night in Bryce Canyon.”
Determined to erase the memory of the last time she’d gone down on him, Vash released his hands and stroked him with her fists.
His rough sound of pleasure was as beautiful to her ears as his singing.
When his fingers tangled in her hair and began directing her, she gave herself over to him, allowing him to set the pace and depth, enjoying the confidence with which he took what he needed from her.
It hadn’t been that way with Char, who’d been reverent with her. Elijah was a much earthier creature. He was both a lycan, with a beast’s base needs, and a man who understood his woman’s need to cede control at times.
She tightened the ring of her lips and deepened the suction, dizzy with desire and love. The taste of him, so clean and rich and purely male, went to her head. Her sex softened and grew slick, greedy for him. Mouthing the plush head, she moaned when a hard shudder tore through him.
He gasped, his thighs trembling. “You suck me so good… You’re so fucking hot…”
Lifting her head, she released him from her lips and pushed the rigid length between her cleavage. She pressed her arms tightly together, hugging his throbbing erection with the breasts he loved so much.
“Vashti.” The look in his eyes was her reward, the need he revealed so stark and intimate. “You shred me.”
“Yours,” she said softly, licking her lips as he gripped her shoulders to keep her still. He began to thrust slowly, gently, his rhythm not quite even.
“Beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Bending his knees, he quickened his pace, his breath sawing from his lungs. His eyes grew bright and feverish, his skin flushed and misted with sweat.
She felt the tension grip him, watched the tight lacing of muscle on his abdomen flex and contract with every pump of his hips. He was close; she could feel it…
“Enough.” He withdrew and flipped her in one economical movement, bending her over the bed and shoving her pants down. With a loose fist in her hair, he pushed into her, gliding through tender, swollen tissues in a smooth, deep slide.
Her eyes closed on a whimper of delight.
She lost herself in the lazy haze of pleasure, the simple beauty of Elijah’s thorough, unhurried tempo.
Slow and easy. Rolling his hips with a skill and control that stole her breath.
Knowing just how to take her, how deep to thrust, how far to withdraw, how much pressure to exert when he ground himself into her.
Her eyes stung with the purity of the connection, both raw and tender. Impossibly intimate.
He nuzzled her loosened vest off her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
“One day soon, when you’re ready, I’m going to mount you like this.
I’m going to ride you while you arch your neck for me.
I’m going to mark you with my teeth. Fuck you.
Mate with you. Then you’ll be mine, Vashti.
Irrevocably. Every luscious, stubborn, dangerous inch of you. Mine.”
She shivered into a devastating climax with that promise in her heart. As impossible as it was, it was hers. Just as he was.