and bumps that some
females found disgusting, but Melissa loved that she wasn’t this twig of a
frame, loved that when she had been with males they would hold onto her and
give her all they could. That was what she wanted with Declan.
Setting the wine glass on the table and
then smoothing her hands down her thighs, she told herself that her nerves were
not warranted here. She wanted Declan. He wanted her, and all she needed to do
was grab onto her confidence and take what she wanted. Looking back at him
showed Declan still as stone, and his focus totally on her. Maybe she should
have kicked his ass out of her house when he admitted to basically spying on
her, but Melissa was a strong believer in redemption, and his coming clean, not
wanting to have any lies or secrets between them, went a long way in her book.
She also should have been scared shitless that she was in the company of
someone who had been in the SIL. They were more of a select, elite group of
males, similar to the ones the humans had with their Delta Force or SEAL teams.
But everything was hush-hush with the SIL, and she was content in that. This
male, her mate, was deadly, skilled, and trained to take people down when they
didn’t even know he were standing right behind them. But Declan would never
hurt her, was in fact very territorial of her, and what female didn’t like
that?
“The way you’re looking at me is very
dangerous, female.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along
her body.
“And what way is that?” She was playing
with fire, tempting his beast that flickered right in front of her, but she
loved every damn minute of it.
“Like the way I’m looking at you. The
look that screams you need me as badly as I need you.”
Her heart pounded so hard that she felt like it would burst right through her
ribcage. He moved closer, so close that she smelled the sweet berry flavor of
the wine on his breath. His eyes were lowered and trained on her lips, and she
felt them part under the weight of his stare. He was so ruggedly handsome, so
masculine and raw, that Melissa wasn’t going to deny herself the one thing she
wanted the most: him. But before she could lean forward, kiss him, and run her
hands over all that muscle that was barely hidden beneath his clothes, Declan
was talking in that rough timbre of his again. “As much as I like the fact that
you want to take control,” he lifted his gaze from her mouth and to her eyes,
“I’m not a male that takes well to submitting to others.” He leaned forward,
and all she could do was sit there, motionless, waiting for this potent male to
have his way with her. And God, Declan was so going to have his way with her. She
could see it in his eyes, and feel it in his words. “Just tell me how much you
fucking want this, too, Melissa. I want to actually hear you say it.”
His breath brushed along her lips, and a
small sound left her. Melissa liked submitting in the bedroom, but she had done
so with her mind still controlling the situation. But here, now, she felt very
helpless with this very dominant bear. Her mind and body were already in
submission. She wanted to feel him slide his cock deep inside of her. He would
be huge between his thighs, that she had no doubts about, and Melissa ached to
feel the stretch and burn of Declan claiming her.
“Tell me you want be to do filthy
fucking things to you.” He slid his hand over her thigh, along her hip, and up
her side to rest right by her breasts. “Tell me you want my hand prints on your
body.” He slid his hand over her breast, very slowly, giving her time to stop
him if she wanted. When he covered the mound a moan spilled from her. “And tell
me you want the bite marks of your mate covering your lush flesh.”
“You know I want that, and so much
more.”
He applied pressure to her breast,
curled his hand around her sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled her and
mixed with the pleasure. She let her head fall back
females found disgusting, but Melissa loved that she wasn’t this twig of a
frame, loved that when she had been with males they would hold onto her and
give her all they could. That was what she wanted with Declan.
Setting the wine glass on the table and
then smoothing her hands down her thighs, she told herself that her nerves were
not warranted here. She wanted Declan. He wanted her, and all she needed to do
was grab onto her confidence and take what she wanted. Looking back at him
showed Declan still as stone, and his focus totally on her. Maybe she should
have kicked his ass out of her house when he admitted to basically spying on
her, but Melissa was a strong believer in redemption, and his coming clean, not
wanting to have any lies or secrets between them, went a long way in her book.
She also should have been scared shitless that she was in the company of
someone who had been in the SIL. They were more of a select, elite group of
males, similar to the ones the humans had with their Delta Force or SEAL teams.
But everything was hush-hush with the SIL, and she was content in that. This
male, her mate, was deadly, skilled, and trained to take people down when they
didn’t even know he were standing right behind them. But Declan would never
hurt her, was in fact very territorial of her, and what female didn’t like
that?
“The way you’re looking at me is very
dangerous, female.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along
her body.
“And what way is that?” She was playing
with fire, tempting his beast that flickered right in front of her, but she
loved every damn minute of it.
“Like the way I’m looking at you. The
look that screams you need me as badly as I need you.”
Her heart pounded so hard that she felt like it would burst right through her
ribcage. He moved closer, so close that she smelled the sweet berry flavor of
the wine on his breath. His eyes were lowered and trained on her lips, and she
felt them part under the weight of his stare. He was so ruggedly handsome, so
masculine and raw, that Melissa wasn’t going to deny herself the one thing she
wanted the most: him. But before she could lean forward, kiss him, and run her
hands over all that muscle that was barely hidden beneath his clothes, Declan
was talking in that rough timbre of his again. “As much as I like the fact that
you want to take control,” he lifted his gaze from her mouth and to her eyes,
“I’m not a male that takes well to submitting to others.” He leaned forward,
and all she could do was sit there, motionless, waiting for this potent male to
have his way with her. And God, Declan was so going to have his way with her. She
could see it in his eyes, and feel it in his words. “Just tell me how much you
fucking want this, too, Melissa. I want to actually hear you say it.”
His breath brushed along her lips, and a
small sound left her. Melissa liked submitting in the bedroom, but she had done
so with her mind still controlling the situation. But here, now, she felt very
helpless with this very dominant bear. Her mind and body were already in
submission. She wanted to feel him slide his cock deep inside of her. He would
be huge between his thighs, that she had no doubts about, and Melissa ached to
feel the stretch and burn of Declan claiming her.
“Tell me you want be to do filthy
fucking things to you.” He slid his hand over her thigh, along her hip, and up
her side to rest right by her breasts. “Tell me you want my hand prints on your
body.” He slid his hand over her breast, very slowly, giving her time to stop
him if she wanted. When he covered the mound a moan spilled from her. “And tell
me you want the bite marks of your mate covering your lush flesh.”
“You know I want that, and so much
more.”
He applied pressure to her breast,
curled his hand around her sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled her and
mixed with the pleasure. She let her head fall back
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