hot and heavy.
“Sara, take off your shirt. I want to feed from your lovely breasts, please, baby.” She pulled her blouse open by simply jerking the buttons off in her haste. He groaned when he noticed the scrap of lace that covered her nipples, which were hard and straining toward him. Without moving the bra he licked at the brown hard point and then suckled it into his mouth. Wrapping her fingers into his hair, Sara pulled him closer to her and moaned.
As much as he wanted to free her for him, his need was overwhelming and he bit her
through the lace. Blood, rich and hot, spurted into his demanding mouth. He pulled hard, drew a mouthful of it, and felt her essences begin to heal him. Pulling her hips forward, he began to move her over his cock as he suckled, rocking them both into a heated frenzy. Her arousal poured into him, her scent stronger because of it.
Letting go of her breast, he unsnapped the front closure. Her ample breast filled his hand and he licked the wound closed. Taking another swipe at the creamy flesh, he helped her stand and began pulling at her pants. He wanted her, to taste her, to bring her to climax right now.
Her pants were down around her knees when he buried his face between her thighs, her clit already swollen with need and peeking out of her nether lips just for him. He pulled the tiny nubbin into his mouth and nipped at it, then laved the tiny wound with his tongue. Spreading her wide with his hands, he ran his fingers up between her legs and slowly pushed two into her heat even as he ate at her. Moving to the edge of his chair, he moved onto the floor and turned her around so that she could sit down. As soon as her ass hit the cushion he pulled her forward and licked her in earnest, devouring her like she was his last meal. His fingers fucked her quickly now, in and out, stretching her for him. When she began to beg, wanting him to finish her, he reached down with his free hand and began to unbutton his pants and free his cock. It sprang forward and seemingly reached for her heat. Wrapping his hand around his shaft he began pumping himself, waiting and ready for her release so that he could enter her.
He knew that if he slammed into her at the beginning of her climax she would be tight and wet. And from experience he knew that she would peak again before he found his own release within her heat. When Sara stiffened then tightened around his fingers he knew that she was close, and when she bowed up and screamed out his name he pulled her off the chair and onto his cock, slamming hard into her. As she bowed back against the seat again, baring her throat, he brought her forward toward him and bit her just as she sank her own teeth into him. He roared his own release around her throat, his cum filling her the way her blood did him.
When she settled around him spent, he licked the tiny wound closed and held her to him for long moments before he laid them both on the floor. Not releasing her, he reached over himself, pulled the seat cushion off the chair, settled it under his head, and pulled her over his chest.
Aaron knew that he was completely healed; her blood was so powerful and strong that even now he could feel it racing through his blood stream.
“Aaron, the woman who saved you, who was she? You said she was the one we were
looking for, how do you know? And how did she happen to be here and know about our safety?”
“She’s Nathaniel’s mate and the woman from the bank robbery. I don’t know the rest. She was injured very badly saving me and I hope that Nathaniel can save her. She isn’t an immortal and she could die from this.”
Aaron moved slightly and Sara sat up. They both knew that the men outside the door had heard them, but were too comfortable with their love to care. As Sara started to dress again he thought of something else. “She told one of the men to gather the Fates and bring them here.
Why not Mel? I mean, why the Fates of all beings?”
“I don’t
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