Chapter 14 #2
Fuck riding it out. I need her now.
He clawed the controls to shut off the water, shook the excess moisture from his fur, and exited the shower. Despite the scent of soap clinging to him, he still smelled Shay’s sundrinker perfume and sweet sweat.
Without the need for conscious thought, he entered the hallway, went to her door, and banged on its face with his metal hand. His heart beat thunderously enough that he wouldn’t have been surprised had its sound echoed along the corridor.
He was about to pound on the door again when it opened.
“What do you—oh.” Shay’s eyes flared as they dipped to his pulsing cock.
Drakkal raked his gaze over her greedily. She wore only an oversized shirt, the hem of which hung around the middle of her thighs, and her pale golden hair was loose and disheveled. Her cheeks pinkened, and the color of her irises darkened.
She slowly trailed her eyes up his body until they locked with his; desire burned in those piercing blue depths. Her breath quickened, and her breasts strained against her shirt, making the points of her hardening nipples visible through the fabric.
“You want to fuck?” she asked. “Then fuck me.”
He stepped into the doorway, drawing close enough to feel the heat radiating from Shay, close enough to smell her arousal.
She lifted her hand and pressed her palm to his chest. “No strings attached. No commitments. We’re just two people getting it out of our systems.”
Fuck that.
He knew it wasn’t possible—and suspected that she, deep in her heart, understood it, too. But he’d let her lie to herself if that was what it took for her to give in, if that was what it took to convince her that she was his—that this was inevitable.
Drakkal took another step forward, crossing the threshold, and Shay stepped back, keeping her hand on his chest. He blindly slapped the control. The door shut behind him.
“Did you hear me, Drakkal?” Shay asked.
“I heard you, female,” he growled.
She narrowed her eyes. “And?”
He lifted his right arm, placed his hand on the back of her head, and took hold of her hair. Before she could react, he angled her face toward his and bent down to slant his mouth over hers.
Shay’s breath hitched, and her body tensed, but Drakkal gave her no respite as he tasted her.
His mouth covered hers hungrily, desperately.
A soft moan escaped her, and her lips parted, granting him access to her mouth.
Her hand slid up his chest before her fingers curled in his fur. She pulled him closer.
This taste of her sweetness after weeks of being teased by her scent was beyond anything he could’ve imagined, so powerful and overwhelming that it left room only for one thought—more.
Drakkal wrapped his left arm around her and cupped her ass with his hand.
He tugged her body against his, pressing his throbbing cock to her rounded belly.
He made no effort to suppress his groan as a fresh wave of pleasure-pain flowed outward from his groin.
Shay grinned against his mouth before pressing her forehead against his, breaking the contact between their lips. “You want me?”
“Need you.”
She looped her arms around his neck and stepped backward, leading him deeper into the room.
“I’ve wanted you too.” Her tongue flicked out and teased his lower lip.
She sucked it into her mouth briefly and nipped it with her teeth, causing Drakkal to growl and bare his fangs at the jolt that swept through him.
“Did you know that I touched myself while thinking of you after you found my apartment? I imagined what your hand would feel like stroking my pussy. What your tongue would feel like.”
Though it seemed impossible, her words further stoked the fires inside him and made his cock stiffen more than ever.
“Pussy,” he rumbled, sliding his left hand around her thigh from back to front to press his thumb over the top of her slit. Heat emanated from her. “Is that what you call this?”
Lashes fluttering, Shay moaned and rocked her hips forward, causing his thumb to slip between her folds and stroke a tiny, hard nub. “Yes.”
“I thought of you, too,” he said as the backs of her legs bumped the edge of her bed.
He brushed his thumb over that nub again, coaxing another gyration from her hips.
The sweet musk he’d picked up within her scent was stronger now, fogging his mind in the best of ways.
Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he lifted his left hand to his mouth, extended his tongue, and licked her oils from the metal.
If his first taste of her lips had been ambrosial, this was something else entirely, something that could not be encompassed in words, and he needed more, forever more. “Mmm…but I’m done imagining.”
“So don’t imagine,” she said. “Take me. Fuck me.” Her eyes fell to stare at his cock. “Cause I fucking want you, too.”
Drakkal stepped back from Shay. Her arms fell from around his neck, but he would not mourn their loss—he’d feel her touch again soon enough.
With both hands, he grasped the collar of her shirt and pulled it in opposite directions.
Shay inhaled sharply. The fabric tore down the middle, exposing her full, lush breasts and their budded pink nipples.
Instinct demanded he press her onto the bed and shove inside her, demanded he ravage her body and make it known, without a doubt, that she was his.
Instinct had driven him to her, had brought him to this point.
But he would not allow those instincts to ruin this moment.
He would not allow instinct to diminish his enjoyment of her—or hers of him.
He would take his time no matter how much it hurt to hold back, because she deserved nothing less, and what was the point of the chase if he ended it all so quickly now?
Drakkal stalked closer to her. Shay held his gaze as she moved back onto the bed, shrugging off the tattered remains of her shirt. Once she was fully atop the bed, she propped her arms behind her and spread her knees, baring her sex to him.
Drakkal stared down at the glistening pink petals of her sex, and his nostrils flared as he drew in her ever-strengthening fragrance.
His mate was ready for him, wet and waiting, inviting him in, but he didn’t want a quick, simple fuck.
However primal his need for her was at heart, it was anything but simple.
No, he would please his mate. He would bring her to heights of pleasure that no one of any species had ever experienced, would push her to beyond her limits, and would not be satisfied until she was helpless but to breathe his name in a desperate plea for more.
He stepped forward, dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around her legs, and dragged her to edge of the bed.
Before he’d even completed those movements, he lowered his mouth to her open sex and groaned.
He ran his tongue along her slit from bottom to top, flicking that little, hidden nub.
Her flavor burst upon his tongue, dominating his awareness.
She gasped and bucked her hips; Drakkal growled and tightened his grip on her. More of her nectar coated his tongue.
His craving, his need, finally overwhelmed his self-control. There was no turning back. There was no escape—not for Shay, and not for Drakkal. She was his.
And he was going to make her understand it in every possible way.
Still propped on her elbows, Shay stared down at Drakkal’s head between her legs, unable to look away from the erotic sight as she trembled with the sensations flooding her.
Her lips parted with her panting breaths.
Drakkal’s rough, flat tongue dragged over her sex, lapping at her like he’d been dying of thirst. Every time it reached her clit, spikes of pleasure shot through her—each stronger than the last—and her breath hitched.
The tips of his claws pricked her flesh, but the small amount of pain they produced only enhanced her excitement.
Biting her lower lip, Shay reached out to grasp his mane and pull him closer, to guide him to where she wanted him most, but he lifted his head and snarled through bared teeth, knocking her hand aside.
That might’ve scared other people, but Shay found it sexy as all hell, and it sent a fresh rush of liquid heat to her core.
Drakkal’s nostrils flared, and he dropped his face between her legs again. This time, his tongue slipped inside her.
“Oh fuck!” Shay collapsed onto the bed and spread her thighs wider, arching her pelvis up as much as his hold allowed. She felt the roughness of his tongue within her, stroking firmly, before he withdrew it and flicked it over her clit again.
“Right there. Please, right fucking there,” she begged, squeezing her eyes shut and undulating her hips against his mouth as spirals of ecstasy swirled within her, coiling tight.
He huffed, blasting her with warm breath as his mouth hovered over her sex.
Her anticipation grew, increasing her arousal in accordance, and her core clenched.
Finally, his tongue dipped, lapping at her clit in quick, steady strokes.
Reveling in the sensations, Shay moaned and clutched fistfuls of bedding. She forced her legs wider still.
She opened her eyes and looked down to see Drakkal’s predatory stare over her stomach; he was watching her, his gaze aflame with pure want.
Though it was difficult, she kept her eyes open as much as she was able, staring back at him as her pleasure climbed and her breathless moans became increasingly short and shallow.
Drakkal closed his mouth around her clit and sucked.