come.”
She felt ready to burst. “I have to come, I need—”
“Not yet.” He slid his cock out of her entrance, leaving her empty, aching, and wanting.
The tingling in her pussy made her want to mount him and ride his cock like he was a stallion.
As if he’d read her mind, the wolf reared its head behind his human eyes. Ah, yes. Wolf. She’d always known there was wolf in him.
“Turn over. Get on your knees.” Rourke growled, his lack of patience obvious when he flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. He spread her thighs, bent down, and licked her, clit to ass. Then with a roar, he drove his thick cock back into her, reestablishing the simultaneous beat of their hearts.
One of his hands held her in place around her waist, and the other caressed her, breasts to mound. She was so preoccupied with the pleasure of his touch she hardly noticed that the hand at her waist looked almost iridescent, shimmering like colorful, beaded scales.
She wanted to focus, but the volcanic, heated pressure rising inside her was ready to explode.
The low growl in his chest started getting louder when he lowered his mouth to her neck. The soft brush of his lips conflicted with the bruising force of his cock thrusting inside her. Then surprise—his teeth scraped the tender skin on her neck, and she realized he was going to bite her. Mark her.
She squirmed uselessly beneath him, trying to turn, to stop him. The urge was instinctive—he didn’t understand what he was doing or the consequences. He held her in place.
The power inside him surged, and his teeth elongated into fangs and punctured her jugular. The sensation of him siphoning her blood brought on her climax. Unable to prevent the pleasure riding her as he suckled at her throat, she came in an explosion of light and sizzling, electric shocks shooting through her system. The faery dust drifted around them like a sandstorm. The spontaneous waves of her orgasm gripped his cock. He plunged deep within her until he could go no farther, emptying his seed into her as he drained her blood from her neck.
Tiny dots danced across the black veil behind her vision. She had to stop him or die. “R-red,” she whispered.
He stopped sucking, pulling his mouth from her vein, and collapsed on top of her. He pushed her slightly to the side, but he didn’t withdraw his cock. She felt the tremor of his orgasm still seizing within her. “I love your cunt, babe.”
Well, he’d marked her with his words and with his teeth and then, finally, well and good with his seed. He was going to be really pissed off when he realized what he’d done and that he’d come inside her twice without a condom.
He’d bound her to him. This time, totally bound her. By words, seed, blood, and deed. Rourke’s essence filled her and bound them ever tighter. Even though she hadn’t fully bound him to her by blood yet, they were connected. Something else besides her blood-taking was missing in their bond, though.
Strangely enough, she sensed the answer was close by. The missing piece to their puzzle was a being. Not human. Someone or something of the Lore hovered just barely out of her reach. Wolf. He called to her. A void, an empty longing, drew her to the aching soul like a bee to honey.
Rourke had called to her that same way, and now this other soul ached with hopeless, jealous pain. She’d been meant for Rourke, but she’d wondered about her connection to Dane. What did it mean?
She didn’t understand.
Chapter 10
Dane
Dane closed his eyes and waited outside her room in the enclosed private garden. He’d been in big trouble from the minute he’d caught Celeste’s scent in the air and then again from the minute he’d seen her. He was a scientist. He of all people understood imprinting, and damn if he hadn’t imprinted on her. Fisting his hands at his hips, he dropped his head against the pine wall and allowed the pain to sear through him. It made him feel better about
She felt ready to burst. “I have to come, I need—”
“Not yet.” He slid his cock out of her entrance, leaving her empty, aching, and wanting.
The tingling in her pussy made her want to mount him and ride his cock like he was a stallion.
As if he’d read her mind, the wolf reared its head behind his human eyes. Ah, yes. Wolf. She’d always known there was wolf in him.
“Turn over. Get on your knees.” Rourke growled, his lack of patience obvious when he flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. He spread her thighs, bent down, and licked her, clit to ass. Then with a roar, he drove his thick cock back into her, reestablishing the simultaneous beat of their hearts.
One of his hands held her in place around her waist, and the other caressed her, breasts to mound. She was so preoccupied with the pleasure of his touch she hardly noticed that the hand at her waist looked almost iridescent, shimmering like colorful, beaded scales.
She wanted to focus, but the volcanic, heated pressure rising inside her was ready to explode.
The low growl in his chest started getting louder when he lowered his mouth to her neck. The soft brush of his lips conflicted with the bruising force of his cock thrusting inside her. Then surprise—his teeth scraped the tender skin on her neck, and she realized he was going to bite her. Mark her.
She squirmed uselessly beneath him, trying to turn, to stop him. The urge was instinctive—he didn’t understand what he was doing or the consequences. He held her in place.
The power inside him surged, and his teeth elongated into fangs and punctured her jugular. The sensation of him siphoning her blood brought on her climax. Unable to prevent the pleasure riding her as he suckled at her throat, she came in an explosion of light and sizzling, electric shocks shooting through her system. The faery dust drifted around them like a sandstorm. The spontaneous waves of her orgasm gripped his cock. He plunged deep within her until he could go no farther, emptying his seed into her as he drained her blood from her neck.
Tiny dots danced across the black veil behind her vision. She had to stop him or die. “R-red,” she whispered.
He stopped sucking, pulling his mouth from her vein, and collapsed on top of her. He pushed her slightly to the side, but he didn’t withdraw his cock. She felt the tremor of his orgasm still seizing within her. “I love your cunt, babe.”
Well, he’d marked her with his words and with his teeth and then, finally, well and good with his seed. He was going to be really pissed off when he realized what he’d done and that he’d come inside her twice without a condom.
He’d bound her to him. This time, totally bound her. By words, seed, blood, and deed. Rourke’s essence filled her and bound them ever tighter. Even though she hadn’t fully bound him to her by blood yet, they were connected. Something else besides her blood-taking was missing in their bond, though.
Strangely enough, she sensed the answer was close by. The missing piece to their puzzle was a being. Not human. Someone or something of the Lore hovered just barely out of her reach. Wolf. He called to her. A void, an empty longing, drew her to the aching soul like a bee to honey.
Rourke had called to her that same way, and now this other soul ached with hopeless, jealous pain. She’d been meant for Rourke, but she’d wondered about her connection to Dane. What did it mean?
She didn’t understand.
Chapter 10
Dane
Dane closed his eyes and waited outside her room in the enclosed private garden. He’d been in big trouble from the minute he’d caught Celeste’s scent in the air and then again from the minute he’d seen her. He was a scientist. He of all people understood imprinting, and damn if he hadn’t imprinted on her. Fisting his hands at his hips, he dropped his head against the pine wall and allowed the pain to sear through him. It made him feel better about
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