Hard Mated by Jennifer Ashley Page B

was licking her, moving his mouth to thrust his tongue into her cleft.
    Yes .
    Myka rose on her tiptoes, scooping him into her. His mouth was wild and wicked, tongue flickering into and out of her, whiskers burning her thighs.
    Myka writhed in rhythm with his tongue, her skin flushing and going cold, her head rocking back on her neck. She was going to come right in the middle of her living room, screaming out her joy and waking her neighbors.
    Myka pressed her fist to her mouth, muffling the first noises. Hot craziness started at his tongue and fired through her body, until darkness and light were the same, and nothing existed but his scalding mouth, his fingers on her thighs.
    His teeth scraped her flesh. “Let it go,” he growled. “Let it out.”
    No, I can’t. Hold it in, never show weakness, never betray yourself.
    He growled again, breath hot. “Come for me, Myka. I need you to come.”
    He closed his mouth over her again, tongue working, licking, sexing her. He was beautiful and strong, and his voice, his mouth, lips, teeth, hands, were driving her insane.
    “No. No! ” Myka ripped her fist from her mouth as the last No turned into a wail, and her climax reached out and embraced her. Tears leaked from her eyes as she arched to his fabulous mouth.
    “What are you doing to me?” she cried.
    Spike dragged his tongue up to her navel, circled it, kissed it. The gorgeous heat went away, but then, he was lifting her, shoving the jeans off where they’d bunched around her feet.
    “I was getting you ready,” he said. Myka felt his rough, blunt, fighter’s fingers between them, his jeans moving out of the way. “I needed you to come because Shifters are big, and I need you wet and open for me.”
    Big? How big?
    Oh.
    That big.
    His cock bumped her, thick and wide. Spike opened her thighs around his hips, lifting her and holding her with perfect strength while he slid up and inside.
    Myka’s eyes went wide. Hell, he couldn’t be that . . .
    Oh, my God . . . it has to stop soon . . .
    Oh, my God.
    The ferocity drained from Spike’s face in one instant. He looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, the dark brown touched with gold. His lips parted, mouth softening.
    “Myka . . .” The word came out of him on a grating exhale. “You’re tight. Damn, you’re tight.”
    Sounds of ecstasy came out of Myka’s mouth and nothing else. Coherence had gone.
    Spike leaned her back, and she found a cool wall behind her. Then she was aware of nothing but Spike holding her steady, hands protecting her from the hardness of the wall, his heat engulfing her. His body was so tight against hers that his strength became her strength too.
    And his cock . . . Reaching inside her, bigger and harder than anything had a right to be, spreading her, loving her.
    She was going to die. No, she was going to live, and love every second of it.
    Myka wrapped her arms around Spike’s beautiful body and kissed his lips. Spike smiled into the kiss, opening her mouth, slanting their lips together, deepening the kiss.
    He thrust inside her in small pushes, the space too tight for much else. Each pulse made Myka moan, and Spike growled low in his throat.
    Sweat dripped between them, Spike’s skin slick with it. Myka glided her hands over his tatts, leaning down to lick the swirl of dragon wings across his shoulders.
    Naked, entwined, the ache between her legs both beautiful and agonizing, Myka kissed him, licked him, kneaded him. She loved Spike’s hair, the sharp stubble of it. She liked it against her fingertips, under her nuzzling her nose, against her lips and tongue.
    She was coming again, Spike’s loving tearing her apart. Myka’s cries rang out into the quiet living room, his growls becoming sounds of need, then shouts.
    Finally he was pumping up into her, she rising and falling against the wall, sheltered and protected by his arms.
    “Feel my seed,” he almost snarled. “Take my seed. Myka. Mate .”
    Myka’s answer was another cry,