His cock was so hard it lined with the hard plane of his stomach. The round head was flushed red and the veins stood out proudly as she looked at it. She had never taken the time to study him when they'd been together before. During her breeding cycle, her hormones were a furious lust storm inside her, consuming her and him.
She caressed the hard, muscled strength of his thighs, loving the crisp, dark hair under her fingers as she studied his drawn up scrotum. Drawing close, she bent over him, then ran a gentle caress across his sac, surprised to learn that it was quite soft and pliable. As she rolled and learned the texture of the interesting flesh, Vane made a heartfelt groan from deep in his chest.
"If you don't do something soon, I won't be at fault for what happens."
Loving how much her touch was driving him crazy, Sarina dipped her mouth to his cock and pressed a soft, gentle kiss along the swollen head. It pulsed against her as if seeking to kiss her back for her little peck. The angle was awkward and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to fit his cock in her mouth like she'd seen in her movies. Surely her mouth couldn't open that wide. That’s why there were actors for this sort of thing.
Just as she was about to drive him crazy with her dainty tonguing licks, Vane rushed to his feet and pressed her down to her knees so that she was face level with his cock. He grabbed the heavy mass and aimed it at her lips.
"Oh."
Looking up at him and seeing his cheeks flushed the same color as his cock, Sarina wanted nothing more in that moment than to give him the same amazing pleasure he'd given her tonight and during the days of her breeding cycle. His nostrils flared as he stared down at her with intense heat. Despite the fact that she had no idea how to do this, Sarina grabbed his hard cock from him, took him in a small fist, and brought it to her wet lips.
She licked the rim, tasting his leaking cum, then traced further down to the bottom of the head. When Vane hissed in a sharp breath, she assumed that what she was doing was good.
"More," he growled, thrusting his hips a little at her mouth, seeking entrance.
Sarina answered by opening her mouth around his cock, and using her tongue as a wet guide. She took as much of his thick cock as she could in one swoop. Her mouth was full of him and she felt a strange, erotic thrill fill her. He tasted like her cream wrapped in his masculine taste. She felt naughty, sexy, and desperately wanted to have him spill himself in her mouth.
With that new goal in mind, Sarina did her best to learn how to please him. She retreated with a wet pass back up to his tip and then dipped down again until she had created a wonderful, wet glide that she could easily bow into. When his hands came up to fist in her hair, and his hips began a short, thrusting motion she knew she had him. Squeezing him in her fist, she bobbed wetly back and forth on his hard cock stopping when her lips reached her hand. Then she pulled him out all the way to flick her tongue across his red tip.
"Christ," he panted, fighting to catch air. Sarina closed her lips around him again and increased her speed, sensing his nearing release. She rubbed her tongue against his hot flesh sucking hard and pumping his cock with her fist at the same time. He groaned harshly and his thighs trembled for a moment, his cock grew bigger in her mouth. The hand in her hair pushed her closer and then the hot flood of hot cum jetted over her tongue and throat, filling her mouth. She sucked him hard coaxing his seed from him. The look of raw pleasure on his face made her moan.
When he finally pulled out of her mouth, he collapsed onto the bed to keep from falling. She followed him, straddling his chest, and pressing kisses on his neck. She bit her lip and noted that her lips felt tingly and almost numb. The taste of him was in her mouth, and at the sight of him fighting to catch his breath, she realized it was worth the numb lips.
He turned to look at her with a lazy smile. It curled her toes how much he meant to her, how much he was capable of making her feel with just that one look. She moved to roll off him, but he stopped her.
"I'm afraid we're not done yet, lumara. I still have a point to prove."
"What?" It took a second, but then remembered her joke about his quick lovemaking. "It was only a joke, luma. You really have nothing to prove."
"Perhaps.” His eyes darkened to a positively evil light. “However I find it in my best interest, and yours, to show you just how long I can pleasure you for." Then he rolled on top of her and stole the breath from her with a searing kiss that dominated her senses.
It wasn't until the glow of the rising sun that Vane finally let Sarina sleep. He'd shown her no mercy. He took her in every room and made her come twice in each. It was only after her eyes grew soft with exhaustion, and after she claimed him as the "Master of her Body" that he tucked her close to him, and let her sleep.
While she still floated between consciousness and sleep, she muttered words almost too soft to hear. Words that made his heart tighten painfully in his chest.
"I love you."
Chapter 25
Butterflies danced in Sarina's stomach, and her heart fluttered so fast she was sure the butterflies were performing a STOMP routine. And wouldn't that just be perfect on the day of her bonding? After Vera and Alison helped her to get dressed in a sky blue, lace-embroidered gown, they gave her their best wishes and left to join the rest of the waiting pack.
Oh, how she wished in this moment that she still had her mother with her. She would love to have her blessing, to have her meet the man she loved. A dark voice intruded on her happy thoughts. Did father murder mom?
God, she just wished her father was different, that he could be here, hugging her and wishing his daughter the best in life. Instead, he had tried to sell her to an abusive, horrible man that belonged in prison. A part of her hoped desperately that her father wouldn’t show up at the ceremony, but she knew her father and his deadly determination. He would still try to marry her off to the prince. She didn't know how he planned to do it, but Vane and the pack were ready for it. The Justicars were waiting in the pack. Vane said they were dressed in their plain clothes so they wouldn’t be spotted.
Taking a deep breath, the front door of the cabin opened. It was Darien, ready to lead her to Vane. Normally a parent from the father’s side would walk with her, but since that wasn't a possibility, and Vane's parents were deceased, it left only the next eldest sibling. Darien's eyes held a haunted glow to them even as he smiled down at her. She wrapped her hand around his arm and they walked together.
The night was beautiful, perfect. The moon was a full, shiny circle glowing brightly, its force keeping away the puffy clouds for just this night. The air was warm with a light breeze and the smell of rose, lilac, and lavender flowers wafted in the air as they entered the large garden. The garden was an acre in length. It held an expanse of trimmed, green grass and patterns and rows of colorful flowers, bushes, and trees.
The butler, Alfonse, came by earlier to meet her. The older man had her laughing so hard tears rolled down her cheeks. It helped to ease the knot of fear and worry inside her. He told her about this garden. About how Vane had it made with his own money for the pack. It was beautiful. Just looking at it, she could imagine children running in the field playing and squealing with laughter. Tonight the garden was filled with Vane's pack members and the Justicars. The lykaen community’s personal law and order.
Upon seeing her new pack, she took another unsteady breath as the butterflies in her stomach danced faster.
"Relax," Vane's brother said gently. "You’ll be fine." His deep voice, so much likes Vane's, but gruffer helped to ease her nerves. Darien stopped her as they reached the front of the pack. Looking across the distance, she saw Vane and instant relief coursed through her. It wasn't until that moment that she realized she was worried he wouldn't show.