Chapter 5 #2
There had to be a “this time.” He should have asked. He shouldn’t just take. However, this was the one thing he knew he couldn’t gainsay at the moment.
Pounding, relentless need for her.
Nick decided to stop wasting time trying to fight what was inevitable.
Just in case he completely lost his mind, he wanted to at least have made a preliminary show of being attentive to her needs.
Rising up on an elbow, he dipped his head and caught her lips in a gentle, wakening kiss.
His free hand was still at her breast, still sporting curved claws, but he scraped them gently across her nipple without breaking her skin.
Amara sighed into his mouth, her lips parting as her eyelashes fluttered in place.
She squirmed when he stimulated her, making a sound of protest as she was drawn from sleep, and one of pleasure when she found her mouth full of his probing kiss.
She moaned softly, then louder as he tugged on her nipple sharply.
Her hand curled into his hair at the back of his head, holding him to her return kisses.
It was several minutes before she pulled back and asked, “Aren’t you afraid of how we’ll be with each other?”
He realized he wasn’t. Not afraid. He knew, just like he seemed to just “know” so much so suddenly, that he would never cause her permanent harm. She was his to protect, even from himself.
“I’m more afraid of how we will be if we keep away from each other,” he remarked baldly. Her eyes widened in surprise.
“You feel that too?” she asked.
“Yeah. Very much. It’s pretty brutal, actually.
” As he spoke, Nick trailed sharply tipped fingertips down over her ribs and belly.
He raked claws through curls and dipped between her legs as gently as he could.
Amara helped him out by parting her legs wide for him, not showing even an instant’s trepidation.
What made her so brave? he wondered. How could she so willingly turn herself up to him after the way he had been with her?
“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered softly as she reached to kiss his cheek.
She nuzzled him and ejected a contented sound from her throat as she so obviously took in his scent down the length of his neck.
She licked over his pulse again and again, her teeth nipping at him with sharp points that told him her fangs were now in play. As yet, his were not.
Not knowing how long he would have that advantage, Nick surged over her and began to devour the delectable tastes of her body. Neck first, then nipples and breasts. At the same time, his fingers drifted between her labia, searching for her clit in the sea of ready wetness that greeted him.
Amara gasped when a talon found it first, pricking her sharply. But before he could curse himself for it, he heard her moan and felt her purposely writhe against his fingertips until it happened a second time.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, “why do I like that?”
Damned if he knew, but Nick wasn’t the type to waste information.
Promising himself to get back to the rest of her body later, he slid down between her thighs, pressing against the back of one to push her wider open.
Her pubic hair was so fair that it was almost translucent.
This left him with a slash of pretty flesh in a surprisingly deep pink.
Or maybe it just seemed that way against the paleness of her skin and hair.
The dark claws tipping his Angers looked obscene among all of that delicacy, but there was no denying the flow of aroused juices dripping from her.
To say nothing of the smell of her.
Now he felt the aching presence of his rousing fangs as they began to push from their retraction.
Not knowing if they would interfere with what he wanted, he quickly lowered his mouth to her heated sex.
He lapped at her slowly, ignoring everything else just to savor the way she tasted across his tongue.
He realized in that moment that his sense of taste had mutated into something wildly sensitive and sharp.
Oh, women had always tasted good, and always so different from one another, but he knew immediately that there were depths and nuances to her he was sensing and tasting that he simply should not be able to.
Like … he knew she wasn’t ovulating. How he knew that was beyond him, but it was like the other mating instincts. He just knew. Without a doubt. He also knew that it would change within a matter of days. She would come into heat then, and then he could put his babies into her.
This was a thought that would normally have terrified Nick Gregory, since he’d had no fast desires to father a child. Yet, in that moment, all it did was make his cock stretch out thicker and stiffer than ever, as if just the thought alone were the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Nick could also taste the edginess of her arousal.
He could sense how close she was to orgasm, just by her flavor.
Now that, he thought, could be very useful.
Certainly a theory worth examining. By now his newborn fangs were level with his regular teeth, and they seemed to be holding off from full extension at his desire.
It was enough, though, that when he suckled her clit, then drew his lips back just right, they would prick at her sensitive flesh until she was crying out, thrashing under him.
She shuddered and quaked with the wild pleasure it roused in her.
Her legs had seized him over his shoulders.
Her heels were digging into his back desperately.
Amara’s fingers were deep against his scalp; her talons nipped him again and again as she held him to herself in demand for more.
He gave her all of that, and beyond. He dared to work a lethally tipped finger into her vaginal tunnel, not drawing back yet, but keeping sunk into her as he danced his tongue over the sweetly flooded tissues of her sex.
He nibbled and bit at her, licked along her perineum, tasting the tangy rise in her arousal with each passing second.
He could smell it on her, especially when he pushed up her hips and tongued her flatly over the tight sphincter of her ass.
She was going to come any moment now if he let her.
He probed that pretty pink circle just long enough to feel her flooding his fingers and hands with hot, needy liquid.
Nick surged up along her wet flesh with a single, encompassing sweep of his tongue, from rear to clit as if he were playing connect the dots.
Then he sucked her clitoris into his mouth hard and tickled the tip of his tongue against her.
She came with a scream. Her whole body locked up into an arch of pleasure, and he looked up to see the undulation of her torso and the shimmy of her breasts as she rode wave after wave of bliss.
Relentlessly, he began to probe with the finger inside of her.
He knew every single time the sharp end of his talon caught against her because it sent her right back up to a new, writhing crest. He greedily drank the resulting ambrosia as she came all over him.
Nick suddenly jerked free of her, the scratching of his withdrawal sending her over again so she was hardly aware of him surging up between her legs, taking his too-thick member in hand and shaking with the need to feel her while she came like that.
He needed to be balls deep inside of her while she screamed and writhed around him.
His fully distended fangs pricked against his lips as he slid himself into place at her liquid-drenched portal.
Just feeling the fierce heat difference between himself and her blood-pulsing flesh made him throb with the urge to find release.
His mouth ached, hunger stirred. She had gained pleasure without taking blood. Could he?
“God. Relax, baby, please,” he begged her in a wild rasp.
She was so excited, so clenched with pleasure, that he couldn’t find entrance into her.
Not a gentle one at least, and his patience was fading really damn fast. That resurrected animal within him was starting to kick up a fuss, snarling for release.
“Nick. I can’t help it!”
He knew she couldn’t. She was so aroused, even the slightest eroticism was setting her off into low little spasms of joy.
Cursing on a monstrous growl, he forwent gentility and started to force himself into her, pushing hard past the rippling, convulsing muscle in his way.
His invasion seemed to only make her all the more mindless.
She came. Hard. Her claws were biting into his shoulders and sending a spear of stimulation right down his spine, across the seat of his scrotum, and down his steel-hard cock.
Oh. He was ready now.
Now.
He hilted into her in the next thrust, the smack of his sac against her ass so damn satisfying he had to growl roughly with his approval.
He scooped up her knees into the crooks of his elbows, pushed forward nice and deep, thumping against her cervix quite securely.
Now he was deep enough. Now she was going to come for him harder than she ever had before.