Chapter 27 #4
I swallow. I’ve never had anyone look at me this way. All I can think about now is losing myself in him. A throbbing pulse beats between my legs, wet and ready to take everything he has.
“Alanna, you have no idea—”
Possessive need—my own this time—surges through me. I’m done waiting. I’ve wanted Kade for so long, pined after him even when I thought he hated being near me. I love him and he is mine, as much as I am his.
“Then show me.” I grip the firm curve of his biceps and pull, using his surprise and my own frantic strength to tumble us both backward onto the soft furs of the bed.
With a startled laugh as he follows my lead without hesitation.
Then his powerful frame comes down on top of me, a claiming weight, while his hips settle perfectly between my open legs.
I can feel the hard ridge of his erection, pressing against the damp fabric of my underwear, where I need him most. He envelops me, his heat and his rich, earthy scent chasing away every last inhibition.
I push my hips up into him, grinding against his cock, and the primal moan that comes out of his mouth is a sound I’m sure I’ll never get enough of.
“Been dreaming of this,” he says. “Every night. Having you. Feeling you.”
“Me too.”
“I need you, Alanna.” His voice is deep and intimate against my ear. “But I’m not rushing this. Let me love you. Properly.”
The words wash over me, leaving me breathless and light. Kade pulls back to look at me, his gold-rimmed eyes shining with a love that I am now shocked I didn’t notice before. This Lycan, who fought his own instincts to protect me, is now asking for permission to cherish me.
“Yes,” I say, my voice choked with emotion.
With a low noise of approval, he strokes my face gently, and with slow, deliberate grace he slides the straps of my bra down my shoulders. Then the bra is unhooked and tossed away while he drinks in the sight of me, bare from the waist up.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, his tone worshipful.
He doesn’t touch, not yet. He just looks, his gaze tracing every inch of me as if he’s trying to convince himself I’m real, and that I’m here.
Then Kade lowers his head, presses a lingering kiss to my collarbone, then another to the racing pulse at the base of my throat.
His stubble softly scrapes my skin as his lips move down, capturing one nipple with a wet, gentle suction that makes my back arch off the bed.
I cry out, my fingers fisting in his hair.
He lavishes attention on one side, then the other, teasing me with his tongue until I’m writhing beneath him.
I become a desperate, needy thing. My hands slide from his hair, down his back, to the waistband of his shorts. I push at the fabric, needing to feel all of him. He grunts, breaking away from my chest to help me, stripping the shorts off and kicking them away.
He’s devastating. All corded muscle and raw power, now on full display in front of me.
Below the sculpted lines of his hips, his cock, thick and rigid, strains upward.
He is huge—intimidatingly so. My body clenches, a mix of nerves and thrill at the thought of trying to take it all.
But he gives me no time to admire him. He captures my mouth in another deep kiss as his hands begin a slow, torturous exploration down my body.
Pure excitement zings through my veins as I reach between us, my fingers curling around his hard, smooth length.
He’s so warm, so incredibly heavy in my hand, and I squeeze him, delighting in the fact that I finally get to touch him.
The rhythm of his lips falters, his hips bucking involuntarily into my palm as I give him a firm stroke.
But before I can continue, his hand clamps over my wrist, stopping me.
“I have other plans for you.” He releases my wrist, his hands sliding to my waist as he trails kisses down my sternum, across my belly, his weight moving down, and I know what he’s going to do. My legs part for him instinctively.
He settles between them, his hands stroking the insides of my thighs as his hot breath ghosts against my core. “I need to taste you, Alanna. Thought I’d only have the memory . . .,” he murmurs. “Now I’m going to learn every part of you.”
A playful, breathless laugh escapes me, “Oh, are we doing this again?”
He looks up at me, his eyes blown wide, burning with intent. “I plan on doing this as often as you’ll let me, for the rest of our lives,” he growls, before his mouth descends.
Then my world dissolves into sheer sensation.
A fleeting memory of the last time this happened, of the cold silence and crushing abandonment after he ran, flits through my mind.
But it’s gone in an instant. I have no fears left.
Only trust. Only this. His tongue is slow, exploring, learning what makes me gasp and tremble.
It’s slow, but relentless, and soon I am bucking against his mouth while the friction builds to a rich crescendo inside of me.
He groans with approval, the sound vibrating through me as he quickens his pace, and I am set adrift on a sea of pleasure so intense it’s almost painful.
Then a long finger thrusts inside me, filling my pulsing emptiness before darting out and in again.
Everything else fades away, leaving only Kade and the maddening rhythm of what he’s doing to my body.
I am a bowstring pulled taut, the tension building to an almost unbearable point.
I want to tell him that I need more. I need to feel his cock stretch me, need to be completely filled by his massive size until there’s no room left for anything but him.
But I can’t manage a coherent sentence, only moans.
He holds me there, on the very edge, until a stream of incoherent pleas falls from my lips.
He answers with a low hum, his hands gripping my hips to hold me still as he drives me over the edge.
The tension snaps into a blinding rush of pleasure that has me crying out his name as he drinks down every tremor.