Mick (The A'rouk Brothers Book 1) by Serena Simpson Page B

be in you.”
    She dipped her head. “Please.”
    His body covered her, but his fingers were still playing. She felt one press against her pussy; her eyes flew up to get lost in the wicked look he was giving her. His finger pressed against her until it sank deep inside. He withdrew allowing her to breathe before he pressed into her again this time with two fingers. She felt pressure, tearing as she clutched onto his shoulders. Eyes wide, mouth open, she gave herself up to the sensations.
    “You’re mine,” he whispered as he moved his hips over her. The desire in him choking him, he couldn’t wait any longer, be any gentler. With a move of his hips, he impaled her sinking several inches inside of her.
    A cry was wrenched from her throat as he tried to gain control of his actions. He stopped, screaming at himself to give her time to adjust. Her big green eyes looked at him. Not with remorse or pain, he saw acceptance in her eyes.
    No, please no. Don’t accept me, Jaz. You don’t want a monster, but he couldn’t force the words out of his mouth. Instead, he sank a little deeper. Then a little more until her body widened enough to accept all of him.
    He lay above her panting with the effort it took him to hold back. Finally, he withdrew a little and sank back in. He repeated the action several times until her body started to like it. She began to move trying to match him.
    He smiled and increased his pace. Little moans came from her as she said his name. Until her fingers clutched at his back making little ovals in his skin. The slight pain of it encouraged him to move faster, to pull all the way out and sink back in until he was pounding into her and she was matching him thrust for thrust.
    Her hand went up to his head rubbing the tusk there driving him crazy with passion. He hadn’t known they could be sensitive, but then again he didn’t know his body could turn into this creature.
    “I feel…I feel. Something…I feel something.” Her legs wrapped around him, and she held on for dear life. Her world started coming apart as she shivered around him. Then she shook, her head flew back, and she screamed. Colors she didn’t know existed surrounded her as her body flew even higher.
    Mick screamed at her, needing her as his hips thrust against her with a will of their own.
    “Be my mate,” he demanded. “Say you’re my mate! You have to be mine; you have to say yes! Do you agree to be mine?”
    His fangs descended further, and she knew this was where she would die.
    “Yes…Yes.” La petite mort, she thought, before death called her name.
     
    Time meant nothing. There was no right or wrong, no tomorrow or yesterday. There was simply right now. There was this void, it was deep, and dark, but surprisingly it wasn’t cold. So this was death.
    “You killed me.” She wasn’t even mad; everyone died eventually.
    “I didn’t want to. The hunger was uncontrollable.”
    “What are you doing here?” She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was the reason it wasn’t cold.
    “I don’t want to live without you. So I followed you.”
    “You can’t do that, Mick.” She would have cried but here you couldn’t do that. Here there were no emotions just cold hard facts. Here you couldn’t pretend.
    “Do you want me to leave?”
    “No, Mick I want to stay with you.”
    “So be it.” A deep dark voice spoke out of the void.
    Her body moved, flew, and then she was opening her eyes, but she wasn’t in Mick's room.
    She was standing by a tree wearing a sheer pair of pants with panties that had little bells on them. Her top was just an elaborate bra with little bells.
    Mick opened his eyes. He was standing right next to her, wearing a pair of pants that were tight at the ankles and a little loose through the legs.
    “Wherever we are I think we forgot our clothes,” she said giving him a tentative smile.
    He licked his lips when he saw her. “I like what you’re wearing.”
    Of course he did, but she wouldn’t be