Chapter Nine #2
Beth was restless and hungry for him, too, her body churning on the bed, her thighs rubbing together as if that familiar ache he liked to take care of was driving her insane.
Fucking. Perfect.
Before he went down on her, he purred in the back of his throat and considered ditching all his own clothes.
There wasn’t time for that shit, but he did need to move a little more freely.
With a groan of impatience, he tossed his leather jacket, and the flop as it landed on the floor was so damn satisfying.
Then out of distraction, he went to clear his chest holster and daggers—but he didn’t wear them anymore.
There was a pause at that.
What brought him back was focusing only on Beth, which was easy to do.
Arching over her lower belly, his fangs dropped down out of his upper jaw, and he purred again as he ran one across the top of her panties.
Underneath the sharp tip, her flesh yielded in a way that made him think about biting her at the throat.
Except that was not where this first round was going to go.
He had other plans for them.
Hitching the bikini string under his canine, he eased back, the fragile elastic giving way, giving way until it reached its limit.
With a clap!, he locked his teeth on the banding.
As things split free, she arched and moaned, and he breathed in deeply before going to work on the other side.
Same deal, a pull, pull, pull, until the tension peaked—and then he bit down hard and snap! they disappeared.
“Wrath…” she begged.
He nuzzled the panel down, her core more than ready for him, and he had some idea of teasing them both.
That went right out the window. Leading with his tongue, he drew up her sex then lingered at the top, swirling, teasing…
sucking. The sounds she made, the whimpering, the pleading, the hard breath out, the hiss of her inhales, were the stuff of his dreams. As a bonded male, giving pleasure to his female was better than any orgasm he could ever have.
She came against his face.
God, he loved peaches.
So naturally…he kept going. Reaching up her body, he pushed her fleece out of the way and cupped both her bare breasts. Her nipples were peaked, and it was a crying shame he couldn’t be in two places at once. But there would be time for that later.
He was going to make sure of it.
Working her sex, he opened up his memory banks and pulled out blurry recollections of what she looked like as he stared up her body…
her thighs spread wide, the tips of her breasts bouncing with her harsh gasps, her chin all he could see of her face because she’d ground the back of her head into the pillows.
He pinched her nipples, rolled them between his fingers, cupped the swell of her, and ramped up down below by penetrating her with his tongue.
His name echoed around the plain room as she barked it out, and his erection threatened to blow the front of his pants open.
“I want you,” she grunted. “I need…your…vein…”
Wrath whipped his head up. It was the only thing that could have gotten his attention; otherwise, he was prepared to stay right where he was for the next hour.
His body moved before his brain gave any orders. He surged up and yanked his hair out of the way. Rolling over, he pulled her onto his chest. There was a brief frustration that he still had his leathers on, but he wasn’t about to tangle with unlacing his shitkickers.
He’d be liable to cut his own feet off.
And what do you know, Beth didn’t need any urging from him to do the mounting. She split her legs over his hips, and the instant there was pressure on his erection, he did some hissing and moaning of his own.
“I want to taste you,” she said in a guttural voice.
He lifted his jaw and turned his head, exposing his jugular. “Take what you need, take all of me.”
She was smart. She got his arousal free before she headed down for his throat.
And holy fuck, the release of his erection, coupled with the brush of her hands on him, was enough to test his self-control—and he was ready for so much more.
Except that was as far as she went. No sitting down on him, no plunging slide, not even a ride on his length as it lay on his stomach.
“Fuuuck…do you want me to beg?”
“Now would I make you do that…?” She nipped at his lips. “Really?”
His hands slapped onto her pelvis, and as he grabbed her solid hips hard, he got a throaty laugh in return.
After that, she tortured him a little by rocking back and forth on the tip of his cock, everything he wanted so tantalizingly close, the penetration something he broke out in a sweat for, and yet did nothing about.
He could thrust up, if he wanted. But his shellan was in control.
And begging was something he was more than willing to do.
There was a shift and some jerking, and then he heard what she was wearing on top hit the floor.
When she came back down to him, her bare breasts brushed against his pecs, and thank fuck his muscle shirt was tight and thin enough to count as a second skin.
He felt everything clearly—and also the cool air on his cock as she lifted up on her knees.
This time, her hand went to him and stood him high, and then she really teased him, settling onto his head, her core running so wet that it was a kiss.
But up she went. Then down a little farther. Then back up—
The next time her lips caressed over his jugular, her fangs were all the way extended, and he smiled into the darkness he lived in. She wasn’t going to be able to hold off for much longer, and the fact that she needed him that badly? He hoped she drained him down to fumes.
It was as she sat all the way down on him that she let out a growl and bit him. The strike was deep, and as she penetrated his vein, he sank all the way into her sex—and started to come. There was no reason to fight the release. He was going to keep this going for a while, and so was she.
Immediately, she started riding on his arousal, but she had to keep things slow.
So she could stay at his throat.
Everything about the sucking draw was sexual, the pull, the swallow, the exhale through her nose that tickled his ear.
Sweeping his hands up, he caressed her spine and cupped the nape of her neck, urging her to take from him.
The fact that he was filling her belly, giving her strength, making her whole, was such a fucking turn-on.
And he was marking her, his scent going all over her.
Inside of his female, too.
Just as it should be.