“Don’t wreck, Cabal,” she whispered as she nipped at the hard flesh of his neck.
“Easy for you to say,” he groaned, his hand moving against her hip, shifting her against him as he rocked in the cradle of her thighs.
“Very easy for me to say.” She sighed in bliss at the feel of the hard ridge of his cock stroking against her sensitive folds.
“What the hell has come over you?” His moan was a strangled breath of lust as his head turned, his lips stealing a quick kiss before he turned his gaze back to the road. “I thought you were going to fight this with every breath.”
“You were the one fighting.”
She leaned into the curve as he took the turn that led back to the cabin he had rented. Her knees tightened on his thighs, her hand stroked his chest.
“Cassa, baby, you’re destroying my control.”
And what had happened to her control? Where had her common sense gone or her sense of self-preservation?
It had disintegrated in his hold. It had disappeared with his first kiss.
“I own you.” She sat up on his lap as the Raider gained speed up the steep incline to the cabin.
She watched the amber in his eyes flare, watched the flush that stained his cheekbones and the lust that flared in his expression.
Her hands moved between their bodies, her fingers tearing at the closure of his jeans. She needed him. Ached for him.
“Damn you,” he growled. “What you do to me should be illegal.”
“Take it up with the ruling cabinet,” she gasped, speaking of the group that oversaw the Breed community and its laws.
“I’ll take it up with you, mate.”
His breathing was as harsh, as heavy, as hers when the Raider slammed to a stop outside the cabin. Before she could draw more than one harsh breath, his lips were on hers, his tongue swirling over hers, spreading the spicy taste of the mating hormone and setting fire to an arousal already growing quickly out of control.
She tightened her arms around him; her knees gripped his hips and she held on to his shoulders and his kiss as he stepped from the vehicle.
She wanted to laugh in sheer pleasure as she felt his hands grip her rear, holding her to him. But she was consumed by his kiss instead. She moaned into the kiss, her hands tearing at his shirt, pulling at it, desperate to feel his bare flesh as she felt the door at her back, felt Cabal struggling to release the security lock.
“You’ve pushed too far, mate.” He was growling with lust now, his voice thick, deep, as the door pushed open.
Cassa took her own kiss this time. Melding her lips over his, she dug her fingers into the long strands of his hair, holding him to her as she teased, stroked, as she loved.
Here, within the lust that consumed them both, she could hide the love that welled so deep inside her and spilled over into each touch she gave him.
Here she could hide each emotion, disguise it in her own lust and hold on as tightly as she needed to hold.
“You make me mad to touch you. To taste you.”
She had no idea how they made it from the door to the living room. She only knew that as he lowered her to the couch, her shirt was being jerked from her, tossed aside. The lacy bra was shredded and his lips were covering a torturously hard nipple.
His hands were tearing at her clothes, dragging his jeans and boots from his body, even as he lashed at the nipple with his rough tongue, sucked it into his mouth and had her crying out in blistering need.
It was exquisite. She could well find herself living for this, aching for this even when the mating heat wasn’t torturing her body.
She dug her fingers into his hair, twining the thick, heavy strands around her fingers as her back arched and she fought to get closer to the wicked, knowing tongue that licked and stroked at first one nipple, then the other.
Cassa could feel the vortex of sensation, of pleasure, as it began to swirl, to twist inside her. She was naked before him, arching into his embrace and needing so much more than his teasing strokes were allowing her.
“Cabal, please,” she whispered the plea with a soft sob as his hand smoothed down her stomach.
“I’m going to please you,” he rasped. “I’m going to please both of us, baby.”
His fingers slid into the thick, slick moisture between her thighs as he began to kiss and nip his way down her stomach.
A startled cry tore from her lips as he suddenly lifted, reclining her back on the couch and spreading her thighs before him as he sat on his knees before her.
She had no time to grasp the significance of the move before his head lowered and his tongue was burrowing into the clenching, desperate grip of her pussy. Licking, thrusting. He ate her with wicked decadence as he lifted her legs, propped her feet on the cushions and opened her farther to his touch.
Cassa tried to fight back the scream of pleasure as his tongue licked through the narrow slit, then sucked her clit into his mouth, but there was no holding it back. She was flying through a turbulent wash of sensation so violent it shuddered through her, causing her to writhe on the cushions in suspended ecstasy.
It was too much. She was dying. Right there in the living room with the sun pouring through the large tinted windows, she was dying. Burning alive in his arms and rushing headlong into the flames.
The orgasm that rushed through her left her crying out his name as he pushed from between her thighs.
Cassa opened her eyes as he untangled her fingers from his hair and placed them on his shoulders. They both watched as he gripped his cock with one hand and tucked the wide, flushed head against the wet entrance of her sex.
“Damn, baby, that’s sexy.” His rumbled voice sent shivers of pleasure racing through her.
Cassa watched, eyes wide, as he pressed forward, eased back, pressed in again. The head of his erection entered her slowly, stretching her flesh as a low, moaning cry fell from her lips. Her lashes drifted closed as she arched into the penetration, relishing the slow, exquisite burn of entrance, the stroke of his cock through tender tissue.
Her head rolled against the cushions, her nails tightened into the skin of his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his hips to draw him closer.
Each slow thrust, each powerfully controlled stroke of his flesh inside hers sent her senses spinning. Electric impulses of pleasure pulsated through her pussy, causing her to tighten around the shuttling flesh, to fight to hold him inside her as he continued to thrust slow and easy.
“So sweet,” he rumbled, his voice rough. “Damn, Cassa, so fucking good.”
Too good. She was reaching, her muscles gripping him, her nails digging into his flesh as he leaned into her, thrust deep and hard. His hands gripped her hips, his lips went to her shoulder and she knew what was coming. She could feel her climax building, tightening in her womb.
It was a conflagration. Heat and flames swirled around her, through her, until they exploded into a mass of such exquisite sensation that nothing else mattered.
When she thought she could bear no more, it got better. The feline barb became erect, locked inside her and spilled Cabal’s release in spurt after spurt of liquid heat.
She was locked in a world of sensation, of pleasure. Her legs gripped his hips, her neck arched, and when the bite came, she exploded in a series of orgasms that stole her breath and shook her mind.
She was left holding on to him with a desperation she had never known in her life. Holding on to him to retain some semblance of order, some measure of security.
His arms around her, his flesh locked to hers, his body sheltering hers—he was her security. Her port in a storm that threatened to destroy her with the violence of the pleasure. She had sworn she would never depend on anyone, that no man would be the center of her universe, her port or her security.
Even Douglas hadn’t meant that much to her. He had never been imperative to her life, or to her pleasure. In this moment, awash with ecstasy, Cassa admitted, to herself at least, that Cabal was exactly that. Even without the mating heat, this man was imperative to her heart.