“Please,” she begged huskily. Her hips undulated in a sexy rhythm, beckoning him for something he promised not to give her. Vane’s jaw tightened, knew she couldn’t resist asking for what her body wanted, but that didn’t make it any easier. Sign me up for Sainthood, he thought.
His hot mouth trailed after the strawberry, found her nipple, and licked the cold away. Sarina’s hips lifted quickly off the table.
“Vane!” Shards of hot pleasure shot through her body like lightning.
His mouth found her breast and sucked in hard, wet pulls. He continued moving the strawberry, the chill of it traveling down her body had her stomach sucking in and her pussy screaming for more.
His greedy mouth moved to the other breast as the hard strawberry trailed slowly over her belly button. She moaned, her hands clasping his head to her breast as the fruit dipped then continued south.
“Please! I need you now. I can’t. I can’t wait.” She gasped, her hips rising as the strawberry passed over her short curls and dipped between her hot pussy lips. Her body tensed tighter and tighter.
Vane released her breast to give her one smoldering hot look. “You’re fucking perfect.” He growled, his eyes glowing with dark need and feral possession.
He returned to her breast and sucked hard as he flicked the strawberry faster over her swollen clit. Her hands flew to his back and held on as the pressure inside her grew to a deafening roar.
“Ah!” she shouted as he worked her little pearl faster. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his thighs. Her hips rocked, trying to find the perfect rhythm that would set her free. She chanted his name as her orgasm breached the surface like a cup teetering on the edge of spilling.
Vane’s own breaths grew shallow and loud as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. His balls were so tight it was a wonder he didn’t explode in his jeans. If he didn’t come soon though, he was afraid he might do just that.
He wanted to kill the father who did this to his daughter. He wanted to wring the bastard’s throat with his bare hands, then claim his daughter’s body with rough strokes.
Clamping onto her nipple, he flicked the tip of the strawberry harder, quicker. Sarina’s head whipped from side to side and then she squealed as her orgasm gushed through her body, his name a shout from her lips. She shook underneath him with the force of her climax; her sweet nipple popped free of his mouth, but he recaptured it quickly.
Sharp fingernails dug into his back, and Vane felt the precum leaking from his painful erection.
As the last ripples of her climax pulsed through her, Vane stood and jerked his jeans down to his thighs to release his long cock. Before Sarina’s eyes could open, he clasped her thighs and pushed them wide.
Sarina’s startled gaze flew to meet his own aroused one. Her body gloried in the male before her; it craved his seed, needed it to fulfill her breeding cycle. No, she protested, but it was weaker this time, less fight.
Vane hesitated, sweat dripped off his brow. “Will you have me within you, Sarina? Will you take my cock and seed?” He breathed as though there was no air in the room. His cock was poised, ready to enter.
A sad, pained look crossed her face.
He had his answer.
Angrily he grabbed her wrist and brought it to his aching cock. She didn’t hesitate but curled her fingers around him. She sat up and leaned her breasts into him, and trailed hot, wet kisses over his tight-lipped mouth, his cheeks, his neck as she worked his rigid cock with sure, quick strokes.
His eyelids drooped seductively, his head falling back to reveal the taut cords of his neck. He groaned as she swirled her palm around his cock head and used his own creamy wetness to pump faster. She ached to have his cock inside her, spreading her, filling her. He was bigger than the men in her dreams were. What would he feel like inside?
He cursed, his hands finding her soft thighs and rubbing a firm groove into them. He dropped his head to stare at her lips, which she wet unconsciously. His eyes lifted to hers, and the look he gave her promised his cock would fill her mouth soon. Her mouth watered, her pussy wept at the idea.
She squeezed her fist around him and pumped over the hot steel of him. Her own moans joined his as she wrung his cock to pleasure. She felt it when it came, felt it through the fine points of her fingertips.
His shoulders stiffened, and he pulsed in her hard in her hand. His cock reddened and swelled impossibly bigger, and then he shouted her name—a hoarse plea as she pumped his seed from him. He came in hot streams of white across her pussy and thighs.
His legs shook with the effort to stay up so he leaned onto the table for support. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight. Her beast was more than pleased at its offering of this incredible male’s seed, even if it was on the outside. But her cycle was still active, still throbbing deep inside her for completion.
Content for now, she rubbed soothing hands over his back as he caught his breath. Lifting his head, his hair an unruly mess, he gave her a smile that curled her toes.
When his smile faded, it was like all the light left the room. His eyes grew serious. He cupped her gently by the back of the neck and brought his lips down to hers. He tasted her again and again, until her lips numbed and her tongue tired. When he pulled back his eyes were still serious, his cock hard again.
“I vowed not to take you, but I need you to relinquish me from that vow, Sarina. I need you. My beast needs you. I need to be inside you.” He pressed soft kisses over her wet lips and then the curve of her ear where he whispered huskily. “I need to come inside you.”
Her toes curled even as her “no” formed on her lips. He pulled back from her ear, his eyes darkened with anger. He didn’t blame her, but it was only their first night together and already he wanted her father dead and to be buried deep inside her body. How the hell was he supposed to last the whole week?
“I’m sorry Vane,” she whispered, pain filling her voice. “After my cycle is over, ok?” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. Her hand gently rubbed the smooth line of his cheek. His jaw tightened until it cracked, but he nodded yes even as Sarina knew she’d never be able to be with him like that.
Her virginity was more precious to her father than it was to her. At the end of her cycle, her father would be back and she’d be gone, locked away back home until someone her father approved of came around. She cringed at the thought of the older, regal Pride members. Only one was even close to her age. Conlin. She wasn’t going anywhere near that bastard.
She could never take Vane into her body no matter how mad she wanted him.
Chapter 10
Sarina slept and dreamed of a strong, lykaen male taking her body in ways and places that she’d never dreamt of before. On the bed, the floor, the grass, the shower, the table, the counter, the couch, even the roof while the moon was high in the sky. His face was always shadowed just so she couldn’t make out his features. But he touched her as if each caress might be his last. He whispered dark, sensual promises then ravished her with powerful thrusts that made her come more times than she could remember.
Sarina wasn't surprised to awaken to the familiar feel of the hot male wrapped around her back. His hard cock was awake and prodding her between closed thighs. Vane. He made her feel special, different.
Each day was harder and harder for Vane. Her stomach twisted in guilt to think she was the cause of it. If only she was stronger, or not a princess, or had a different father. If, if, if.
Each day her cycle churned, paining her, wetting her. Each day he pleasured her senseless with his mouth, his fingers, and his body until the pain faded. And although he didn’t know it, it was growing so much harder for her too. To not let him in her. To say no. After he pleasured her, he would ask her just once, his voice so painfully aroused it broke her heart: Will you let me inside you? And each time she answered the same. No. Every time he asked a piece of her lie came up to bite her in the ass.