After that, they pretty much rode a rising tide of arousal that simmered in the air between them. They cleared the plates, brought everything inside. They stacked the empty plates in the sink, and he told her he’d do them later.
“Right now, there’s something I’m much more interested in doing,” he said, turning her to face him.
“Is that so?”
“I want more of those kisses, because I’m a greedy man. Am I wrong in assuming you feel the same way?”
“You’re not wrong at all.” Her eyes searched his. “Kiss me before I go crazy thinking about tasting you again.”
“Just kisses?” he asked, wanting to be sure.
“And more, if you want.” She sucked in a breath. “I need you.”
“You have me.”
His mouth covered hers and gave her what she’d asked for. Delved his tongue into her heat, tasting spicy wine. All woman. She pulled back first.
“Oh, Ryon. Make love to me,” she whispered. “Now.”
He blinked, unable to believe his ears. What he’d done to deserve such a priceless gift, he didn’t know, no more than he knew how to go about telling her the rest of the truth. Putting that out of his mind, he concentrated on his woman. Could he please her? Whether his experience was a blessing or a curse, he wasn’t sure.
They only got as far as the living room before he stopped. Undressed her slowly, revealing each beautiful layer of Daria. In wonder, he eased her to the floor and then skimmed his palms down the graceful curve of her neck, to her slim shoulders, careful to avoid bumping her casted arm. The limb was probably okay, but he couldn’t be too careful. He brushed his fingers across the swell of her breasts, her puckered little nipples. Marveled at the sensation, the pleasure of touching her at last.
Fascinated, he rolled the taut peaks between his fingers, pinching them lightly. Bracing her weight on her elbows, she leaned back, spreading those long, toned legs. Offering herself to him.
Her pink slit glistened, begging for his attention, and he groaned. Drinking in her natural beauty, his heart pounded at the base of his throat. She was all tanned skin, curvy breasts, and lean hips, a dark nest of curls at the vee of welcoming thighs.
He stood next to her, unzipping his jeans, pushing them past his hips. His erection sprang free, hot and hard. Throbbing to the point of real pain. Already, a drop of cum beaded at the head of his penis. He and his wolf strained, eager for fangs and cock to be buried deep, to shoot inside her heat.
But he couldn’t claim her properly. Not until she knew she was his mate.
Smiling, she sat up on her knees and tugged his jeans to his ankles, pulling them as he stepped free. She laid them aside and wrapped her fingers around his erection, stroked and swirled the pearly drop around the head of his penis. He gasped at the wonderful, wicked bolt of desire sweeping him.
“Daria, I’m not going to last,” he croaked. “I can’t—”
“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t hold back.”
Her tongue laved the tip, licking away the sticky wetness as she continued to pump his shaft. He shuddered, balls tightening, the heat rising in his loins, on the verge of losing control too soon. Her other hand found his sac, kneaded gently, and his breathing hitched.
Unable to help himself, he let his gaze drift down to watch. The sight nearly undid him. Beautiful Daria, kneeling between his spread legs. Working his cock with her silky touch, her warm, wet little mouth. Taking obvious enjoyment in reducing him to a mindless puddle. Demanding all of him.
Oh, yeah. She can have me. Whenever, however she wants.
She took his length deep, sheathing his cock to the very base. He buried his hands in her hair, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Hers now. All hers.
“Daria! Oh, God.”
He pumped his hips slowly, in tandem to the pull of her sweet mouth. She sucked eagerly, teeth scraping, tongue sweeping the ridge of his penis. So damned good. He wanted more. Harder, deeper. How could she take all of him? He didn’t want to hurt her.
Then he wasn’t capable of thinking anymore. She grabbed his hips, urging his thrusts. There was nothing but the rising throb of heat threatening to burst him into a million pieces. Blow him apart.
“Yes, baby, yes!”
He gave himself over. To Daria. Gave her what they both wanted. Fucked her mouth, hard and fast. Just like that, fuck yeah, so good . . .
With a hoarse cry, he stiffened. Shot down her throat, pumping on and on. Riding the waves crashing through him until he stood trembling on legs that barely held him upright.
When the last of the aftershocks had faded, she released him and wiped her mouth with the edge of her discarded shirt. His rubbery knees folded and he sank down in front of her. She looked at him with a saucy grin, and his heart turned over. For a second, he’d been afraid of how she’d react to their lovemaking.
Unbidden, a surge of raw emotion took him by surprise. For the first time in as long as he could remember, happiness swelled in his chest. And a fierce protectiveness. His mate. Mine. He didn’t want to try to examine the powerful feelings any further right now. But looking at the ominous cast on her arm, he knew he’d send the white bitch wolf responsible straight to hell.
“Mmm.” She slanted him a sexy look. “I loved doing you. I think you’ve corrupted me.”
“I hope so.” He enjoyed her laugh. “It occurs to me that you didn’t get any attention.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“This.”
Taking her chin, he kissed her. Reveled in the dark flavor of himself on her lips. Him, and no one else. Ever again. The knowledge aroused him all over again, his half-softened cock waking anew. Thank God for shifter stamina.
He laid Daria back gently, following her down. Cradling her, he pressed butterfly kisses to her lips, nose, chin, forehead. She rested a hand on top of his head, running his hair through her fingers, and he loved the sensation.
Dipping lower, he turned his attention to her breasts. Capturing one tight pebble in his teeth, he groaned, sucking it. Feasting like the starving man he was. She arched into him, gripping his head, gasping encouragement. He swirled one peak, then the other, as one hand skimmed down her flat belly.
His fingers found the springy nest of curls, and lower still, to her wet sex. Her thighs parted for him, hips urging his touch. He stroked the hot, sensitive nub, the pouting lips, slick and ready for him. Suckled her breasts, teased her clit until she writhed, unable to take any more.
“Ryon, please,” she moaned, yanking his hair. “I need you inside me.”
He lifted his head, regret spearing his gut. “Shifters don’t need protection for STDs, but we do unless you want to risk a small complication.” He didn’t add that a wolf shifter could not impregnate anyone but his mate—and that she was at risk.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m healthy,” she insisted, eyes searching his.
Her words sent a thrill through him. “Daria, sweetheart, are you sure?”
“Yes! Please, just make love to me.”
He needed no further encouragement. Positioning his body over hers, he guided the tip of his penis to her moist opening. Worked it in slow, making certain he wouldn’t hurt her.
And in one long, delicious stroke, pushed deep. Her tight sheath gripped his cock with silken heat. She clutched his shoulders as he began to pump. In as far as possible, his balls rubbing against her bottom. Relishing the feeling of being buried inside her. Then out, inch by wicked inch. Skin deep, inside her again. Wanting to crawl in and never come out. Fusing their souls.
Never, ever anything like this. The power of their connection, that physical bond, shook him. Humbled him. She was a gift, a treasure. Mindful of her arm, he held her close, making sweet love to her right there on his living room floor.