“I swear I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.”
She massaged his scalp, and he groaned. “You’ve already made me happy. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy. And I’ll try my best to make you happy. It’s been so long since I’ve had any type of companionship. I won’t ever take what we have for granted.”
He sat up and kissed her gently on the lips. “You’re my dream come true.”
She smiled. “I’m sure I want to do this Brent, but I can’t lie. I’m afraid.
Will it hurt?”
He took her hands in his and rubbed his cheek against them, the stubble scraping deliciously against her skin. “It’s only very painful when a lycan turns someone who is not his mate. It will hurt a little, but not much. And I will make sure you are focused on other things.”
She thought of Karen, and how she’d said a rogue had turned her. She felt bad for the pain she must have suffered. She looked down at Brent’s lopsided grin. He was sexy as hell, and she wanted his mouth on her. “Okay, then. I trust you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her, but he stopped a breadth before their lips met. “I want us to take things slow this time. I want to see, touch, and kiss every single inch of you.”
He sat back, still on his knees, and tugged her shirt over her head. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts that was now bared to his view.
“No bra. That’s my girl.”
She tried for a smile, but the heat washing through her was too intense.
Instead she gasped when his fingers slid over her nipple and tugged at it gently. She grew wet between her thighs, and she squirmed. He dipped his head and took the nipple he’d been playing with into his mouth, his tongue stroking her until she thought she’d scream. He did the same to the other nipple and dragged his cheek across it, the stubble of his beard deliciously scraping her sensitive skin.
She clutched at his shoulders, the need and urgency building deep in her.
He kissed her stomach and navel before hooking his fingers in her sweats and panties, and pulled them down her legs. He ran his palms up her calves over her thighs and back. He kissed her knees, lingering on the injured one as if he could make it better with his kisses, and pushed her back on the bed until she was lying flat. He removed his shirt and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and straddled her hips.
His lips met hers, and his tongue drove deep into her mouth, mating with her, claiming her, stoking her to a fevered pitch. She gave him everything he asked for, taking her pleasure in return. Her fingernails dug into his back, pleading for more. He stroked her ribcage and cupped her ass, lifting her up further on the bed so her feet were no longer dangling over the side.
As he sat up, he looked down at her with glowing eyes and licked his lips.
“I cannot wait to taste you.”
She followed his eyes as they trailed down, down . . . until they rested between her thighs. Her cheeks burned nearly as hot as her body. He shifted so his thighs were between hers, and spread her wide.
“I have never seen a more beautiful sight in my entire life. I will never get enough of you.”
“Brent,” his whispered name left her lips.
He bent and placed his mouth on her where she ached to have him most, and she gasped when he inhaled deeply.
“You smell so fucking good, Rindy.” As if to leave her no doubt that he meant every word he said, he took another deep breath.
His tongue danced along her slit, lapping at the juices he was enticing so easily from her. She squeezed his shoulders, and he gently nipped one of her lips, and tugged it gently before curling his tongue around her clit. The pressure built inside her, and she knew she was almost ready to fall over the edge. She wanted him inside her, needed him inside her, where he belonged.
She pulled at him, but he continued eating at her, plunging his tongue deep and rolling it around her core until her orgasm pulsed through her. She screamed out, and he slipped his jeans off. Before the last waves of her climax were gone, he slipped inside her, and she shattered again, right on the heels of the residing aftershocks of her first release.
He rolled his hips slowly, dipping into her, slipping out, and returning.
He kissed her again, and his tongue mimicked the motion of his lower body.
Incredibly, she felt the heat building in her for the third time. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips and met each thrust with a tilt of her pelvis. He growled low in his throat between each drive of his cock, and she answered him with sighs and moans.
Right before she tumbled over the edge again, he pulled out of her and flipped her to her stomach. He dragged her hips back, and before she could fully comprehend what had happened, her sheath clutched around him once again as he plunged into her with bolder strokes. He arched over her as he rode her, his chest pressed against her back, his arm wrapped around her waist. He pushed her hair to the side, kissed her neck, and she fell over the edge just as his teeth sank into her shoulder and his body tightened, his seed pulsing inside her.
His bite was a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Brent!”
A low growl sounded next to her ear, and he held her to the mattress.
Her breathing came in short pants, and she cried out when sheer ecstasy rushed through her. She would be forever his, and he would be forever hers.
He eased his teeth from her flesh and released his hold on her. His head rested against her shoulder. “I’m sorry I held you down. I had to make sure you didn’t move against my teeth. I didn’t want to rip your skin open.” He kissed the place he’d bitten her. “Are you okay?”
It barely hurt. She was a little surprised by that, and even more surprised that it tingled with pleasure that made her want him all over again. She turned over, so she lay under him. He was propped up on his elbows, careful to keep his weight off her. She was glad for that, because he was a big guy, and she figured all that glorious muscle had to weigh a ton.
She nodded. “I’m fine. It hardly hurts at all.”
He let out a breath as if he were holding it, waiting for her answer. He kissed her, letting his lips linger on hers. “Good. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She laughed when his cock grew hard again against her leg.
He kissed her. “This is no laughing matter, ma’am.” He nudged against her thigh.
She smiled. “You’re right. It’s no laughing matter at all.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and held him as he sent her up in flames yet again.
Chapter Eleven
“Brent! Please. I’m scared. Make it stop!” Rindy watched as thousands of blonde hairs erupted through her skin. She itched everywhere, and her body was so hot, her flesh hurt.
“Rindy, look at me.” Brent held Rindy.
She was sitting on his lap pressed against his chest. She looked up into his dark eyes, and even through the pain, she could see the regret and fear burning deep in them. “Brent?”
“It’s okay. The first time is a little painful, but after that, it will be nothing. I promise.” He hugged her to him and rocked slowly back and forth. “I’m so sorry for doing this to you.”
“It’s okay.” She barely got the words out over the wave of nausea that ripped through her.
Suddenly claws shot through her fingertips, and she gasped as every muscle in her body spasmed and tensed. She screamed and thought death might be better than going through this.
“Listen to me.” Brent’s words were laced with desperation. “Just remember after this one time, everything will be better, and we will be together for a long, long time. It won’t hurt anymore. Focus on the life we will have, running in the woods, playing, chasing one another. Making love.”