“I’ll hurt you. I can’t.” He gritted his teeth. The lycan in him demanded he do what she asked, but the human knew he couldn’t.
“Okay,” she sighed, “but you don’t have to handle me like fragile glass either. I know there were things you wanted to do that wouldn’t hurt me, but you held that back as well. I could feel it, Piers. Now, take me. Take me how you need to.”
When her lips touched his again, all reason was replaced by sheer need.
His mouth slammed down on hers, and his tongue demanded entrance, which she willingly gave without hesitation. He rolled her to her back and covered her. Her fingers tangled in his hair and each tug urged him to take more. The lycan wanted his female to submit to him, give herself over solely to the pleasure he could give her.
He nipped and licked his way down her throat and when he found her breast, he bit at the peak hard enough to make her squeak and wriggle before soothing the pain with long strokes of his tongue. Her nails dug into his back, and fire shot straight to his cock. He looped his arms under her knees and splayed her wide, exposing every inch of her. His eyes fixed on the nest of tight, coppery curls and glistening pink folds that wept for him.
“Piers!”
“You are so damned beautiful.” He shook his head when she blushed.
“There is no reason to be embarrassed.” He licked his lips and bent to taste her. Her breath hissed when his tongue touched the tiny bundle of nerves at her core. He growled at her sweet, honeyed flavor, and dipped his tongue between the wet folds, suckling the pink labia gently before slipping in for another taste. He inhaled her soft, womanly scent mixed with sex and groaned. He could stay here like this forever. He would never get enough of her.
She tugged harder at his hair, and he slipped his hands up her thighs and held her hips still under his mouth. He slid his tongue around her clit again, and she gasped. When he looked up at her, his breath nearly stopped. Her back was arched, pushing her full breasts toward him, the inviting pink nipples begging to be laved next. Her head thrashed back and forth as coppery hair tangled around her angelic face. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, were parted, and emitted gasps of pleasure. She was a siren. She was beautiful, and she was his.
He loved her, and the loneliness that had constantly hovered inside him for so long was gone. She healed him. She made him want things he’d been too afraid to wish for. The image of a little girl with coppery curls and face as beautiful as her mother’s jumping in his arms and calling him Daddy sent a pang of want slicing through him. He wanted everything with her—a home, loving arms to fall into when he had a bad day, and most of all, he wanted to watch her grow large with his baby.
He wanted to spend his days worshipping her and making her happy.
Hell, he’d do just about anything to have her amazing smile aimed at him.
His chest tightened, and his heart nearly burst with the strength of the emotions blooming inside him.
“Let go and come for me, baby.” God, how he wanted to give her such pleasure she’d scream his name.
He buried his tongue inside her, retreated, and flicked at the tiny, tight nub before she screamed out his name—the sound of it on her lips just as magical as he’d imagined—as her body shook in release.
The orgasm she had just had ripped her to shreds. She’d never be the same. No other man would ever be able to affect her as Piers did. He reared up over her, and the sight of his wide, muscular chest stole her breath. His eyes glowed, but this time, the eerie shine stirred something in her other than fear. She realized that his eyes only did that when he was out of control, and the fact that she was the one causing those feelings in him fired her body back to full throttle even on the cooling heels of her orgasm.
She loved him, but could they get past the huge differences between them? They’d have to somehow because she didn’t want to be without him.
Instinctively, she had known he was her soul mate, and now she was ready to embrace the fact wholeheartedly.
He ran his fingers along her ribs, around to her spine and lower until he cupped her ass in his hand. He nudged between her thighs and locked eyes with her. His shaft slid along her folds, the tip nudged at her entrance, and with one hard thrust, he was seated fully inside her. She cried out at the sudden, delicious way he stretched and filled her tender flesh. He was so big inside her, so overwhelming…so perfect. She wrapped her legs around his waist and when he slid even deeper inside her, she welcomed his possession.
“I love you, Sherry.”
Her heart nearly burst with joy but before she could say anything, he took her mouth, pulled back, and plunged hard into her. He rode her hot and hard. The knowledge that he wasn’t holding back thrilled and encouraged her. She met each of his downward thrusts with an upward twist of her hips, and he grunted each time their bodies slammed together. The world seemed to tilt on its axis and throw them into a realm where only they existed.
It was as if she could feel every cell of her body melding with his. They became one, and she could no longer tell where she ended and he began. The force of his possession sent her sliding back across the seat with each thrust, and she clung to him. She dug her heels into his tight butt, her fingernails slipped in the light sheen of sweat on his shoulders before finding purchase in his skin, and something primal in her she never knew existed screamed for his domination. Her muscles tightened around him, and he growled as his cock swelled and pulsed inside her.
The next slam of his hips started a delicious quaking low in her abdomen. The next sent her careening into an abyss of pleasure that gripped her so hard tears stung the backs of her eyes. She held him as he thrust, each slide of his shaft inside her sending another wave washing through her until she thought she might black out from the overload of ecstasy.
Just when she thought she could take no more, he tensed. He tossed his head back, his black hair shining in the moonlight, and cried out as his body jerked and he came inside her. The hot jets of his seed shot in her and caused her muscles to spasm around him, as if greedy for every last drop.
He collapsed over her, careful not to put his full weight on her, and his breaths came in hot pants against her neck, matching her own ragged breathing. His hand covered her breast and kneaded it gently as the last vestiges of their releases glided through them.
The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, and she smiled.
What a way to greet morning, in the arms of the man she loved.
“You’re beautiful, and as much as I want to stay right here inside you, I need to see if I can get us out of the ditch somehow.” He sat up on his elbow and brushed the stray tendrils of hair from her face.
“My sister must be going out of her mind with worry.” She smiled at him and trailed her fingers over his stubbly cheek.
She didn’t want to go, wanted to stay here with him forever, but she had to let Janine know she was all right. Maybe if he could get the tire changed and the car out of the ditch, she could get a signal on his phone up the road a bit and call her to let her know what had happened.
When he sat up, the cold blast of air that hit her once his body heat was gone made her shiver. He rummaged around and handed her her clothes. She pulled hers on quickly while he casually dressed as if the cold didn’t affect him in the least. He tugged her to him for a hug before he helped her into the front seat, started the car, and turned the heat on.
“Stay here. I’ll see if I can figure something out now that the snow has stopped and it’s light outside.”
“Piers.” She placed her hand on his arm to stop him. “I never got to tell you that I am sorry about your brother.”
“If what you tell me is truly what happened, I can’t fault Anthony for his death. At least some good came of it.” His jaw clenched. “It brought you to me.”