He took his clothes off, his gaze never leaving hers, until he stood naked before her.
“Come here.”
Her voice had that low, gravelly tone he’d come to associate with her hamadryad form. Her gaze drifted down to his cock, and she licked her lips. His cock twitched, eager to feel her wrapped around him in whatever way she wished.
He obeyed her command, stepping closer and closer until his cock nudged her lips open. She took him inside and looked up at him, her body still, her tongue teasing his slit.
It was only then that Parker realized her hands weren’t on the tree’s trunk; they were in it. She’d partially joined with her tree, binding herself with her will, allowing him to take the lead. It wasn’t submission that had her, kneeling for him that way. He understood that this was the dryad’s way of claiming him, making him hers the way he had made her his in that parking lot. He’d bet that when she was ready, she’d be able to move, sliding her hands through the trunk of her tree like he would glide through water.
He began a careful, steady rhythm, unwilling to harm his blood wife in any way. Without her hands, she couldn’t control his thrusts, so it was up to him to ensure he didn’t go too deep. This wasn’t about pain or submission or even the need to mate.
This was about love.
Amara moaned, the vibrations rocketing through his cock and dancing in his belly. “Take me, Amara. Make me yours.”
She went wild beneath him, bobbing her head up and down his length. The suction of her mouth had him rock hard in seconds. If he’d been human, he would have been sweating bullets and coming down her throat.
But he wasn’t human, and he had no intention of coming that easily. He would come only when he was buried balls-deep in her hot pussy, and only after he’d tasted her pleasure at least once.
He pulled her off his cock with no small amount of regret. Amara’s mouth was a work of art, and his cock was mighty unhappy with him for making it leave. “Stand up. Back against the trunk.”
She smirked and stood slowly, brushing her body against his wherever possible.
Parker didn’t waste any time. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked, desperate to hear her moans and sighs. He wasn’t disappointed. It wasn’t long before she was writhing against the rough bark. He was tempted once again to see if he could make her come just by sucking on her nipples, but he was too eager for the taste of sweetness between her legs. He released her nipple with a pop and dropped to his knees. “My turn.”
He took hold of her thighs and spread them wide. When she was open and ready for him, he dived in, licking as much of her pussy as he could reach. He wanted to taste every part of her, stroke her with his tongue until she was begging him never to stop. Amara’s head landed against the tree with an audible thump as she ground her hips against his face. Above him, the leaves of Amara’s tree rustled. He wondered what, if anything, the tree was experiencing.
She was moaning, her back arched, her hair tangled in the bark. The sight of his dryad like this would be burned in his memory forever. When she quivered and came, he knew he’d be repeating this as often as she’d let him.
He lifted his mouth from her and smiled. “More?”
That gorgeous face was relaxed, but her body told a different story. Her nipples were pointed, begging for his mouth. Her hips rocked; she was eager to feel him inside her. “Mmm.”
“How many hands need to be in that tree?”
She lifted one out and curled it around his head. She drew him up for a long, lingering kiss. “Well?”
He smiled. “Wait here.”
Her jaw dropped. “Um. Parker?”
He walked away from her, his erection throbbing, to grab a bench he’d seen on his first trip through the garden. It was the perfect height for what he wanted. He’d lay his dryad down on it, one hand in that tree, one hand on him, and take her any way they wanted.
She took one look at the bench and grinned. “What happened to me spread-eagle, hands pressed against bark, while you took me from behind and fed from me?”
He put the bench near enough for her to reach the tree easily with either hand. It would be close. Odds were good one of them would have splinters by the time they were finished. But it would be worth it. “Next time.”
She didn’t deny there would be a next time. She eyed the bench. “Lie down.”
Well. He hadn’t anticipated that request. “I thought I’d have you lie down.” He ran his hands through her wet curls. His fingers dipped inside her pussy. “I’m not done tasting this yet.”
She shuddered.
“Lie down on the bench, Amara.”
Amara obeyed, her legs on either side of the bench, her hair falling around her. She looked like a goddess, all spread out for him, bathed in moonlight and shadow. He knelt, ready to worship her, pay homage to the beauty he’d treasure for the rest of his life.
The man’s tongue should have been registered as a lethal weapon, because he was going to kill her with it. He dipped it inside her, swirled around her clit, loved her pussy with long, strong strokes until she thought she’d scream. Or kill him. Scream and kill him unless he made her come. He was taking his time, doing his savoring thing that made her want to howl and take what she wanted.
He did that swirly thing with his tongue again, and Amara gasped, her body throbbing with need. She thrust her hips at him, hoping he’d take the hint, but he moved his tongue, darting inside her, fucking her endlessly while his thumb barely stroked over her aching clit.
She would stop him any second now. Drop his ass on the bench and see how he liked being teased and tormented. Then she might… Oh. Oh. “Right there, Parker.” She grabbed his head with her free hand and held him in place. Goddess, she was so close she was whirling. “Don’t stop. Please Goddess, don’t stop.”
“Never. I’ll never stop loving you.”
This time Parker took the hint, giving her what she needed, driving her over the edge until she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming his name.
Above her, her tree shivered, hard.
She smiled as she came down from the orgasm he’d tormented her into. Maybe torture isn’t so bad after all. “Do that again.”
His brows rose. “Are you sure? I’d rather not find myself dead, you know.” He ran his fingers along her pussy. “However, if you’re of a mind to throw me down on the bench and have your wicked way with me, far be it from me to object.”
While she really wanted him inside her, the thought of being licked to death by her vampire had its own merits.
“Oh shit.” He’d darted down for another taste. He lingered over her clit, bringing her body back to shuddering life. She grabbed on to his hair once more. “Parker. Please.”
His eyes bled slowly to red as her vampire began feasting on her once more. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her, and she loved every fucking minute of it.
It took even longer this time to come, but when she did, the bench moved with the force of her orgasm. She shook, shimmied and damn near ripped her lover’s hair out. If she hadn’t been connected to her tree, she would have been on the verge of passing out, it was so fucking good.
When she’d caught her breath, she realized Parker was still playing with her pussy. He kept the need alive, touching and stroking, making her eager for one final round.
No. It’s time.
Amara sat up, ignoring Parker’s pout. She smiled. “Move the bench.” She showed him how she wanted it, nodding when he had it right. “Now lie down, head toward the tree. It’s my turn.”