Back they went, step by step.
He removed her holster and tossed her sword to the ground. Her knees hit the edge of the mattress and they went down together. His weight bore her down, his larger size ramping up her desire. As a vampire, she rarely felt vulnerable. That had been fine in the past, when she’d taken control and got what she needed from casual encounters. In hindsight the sex had been lackluster. She’d always wanted to let someone else take charge and see to her pleasure. With Trey she wouldn’t have to indicate what she wanted. Shifters were just as sexual as vampires. Only the males lived to dominate. They didn’t give an inch.
He’d take control. And she’d love every minute of it.
“Fuck,” he rasped, drifting down her body. “I want to see you.”
Undressing was never sexy. Taking off boots and clothing was usually awkward and time-consuming. Thankfully they were both so keyed-up that removing her garments didn’t prove a problem. He started at her feet, stripping off her boots and socks. She did her best to assist, squirming as she wriggled free of her leather pants. Her panties got caught in the mix, tugged away when Trey yanked her pants down her thighs and over her ankles. He cast the clothing aside and she lifted her torso from the bed, pulling her shirt over her head. Only her bra remained, shielding her breasts from view.
“Off,” he growled, watching her, his irises a prismatic shade of gold.
He looks so sexy like this. A big, bad wolf.
She teased him, bowing her back as she reached behind her to unlatch the clasps. When the bra was loose she brought her hands around, holding the material in place. His gaze followed her movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. She cupped her breasts, rubbing the soft, lacy material over her skin. Her nipples tingled, the hard points aching with each brush of the cloth. Warmth flooded her pussy, her clit was practically pounding. She wanted to feel his lips on her nipples, to see how good he was with his mouth and tongue.
Trey met her eyes. “If you want to keep that bra, I suggest you ditch it.”
Lifting her arms, she maneuvered the straps over her hands and tossed the flimsy material over her head. Trey growled. The ominous sound filled the room—dangerous, low and harsh. A thrill shot through her, a wave of fire cascading under her skin. This was what she’d waited for. Not some dream but the real deal. She tried to lower her arms but Trey stopped her, capturing her wrists in one of his large hands. His dark head lifted slowly as his gaze traveled the length of her torso.
When their eyes met again, his stare froze her in place.
Dear Goddess.
She’d wanted to be mastered and to relinquish control but she hadn’t understood just how assertive Trey would be as a lover. A simple look—his eyes boring into hers—and she finally appreciated who and what he was. Not just a man, but an animal as well. He was about to take everything she had to give and then some. He wouldn’t accept anything less than her best.
“Stay,” he instructed, his golden irises vibrant. His face descended, coming closer. His breath caressed her mouth, warm against her skin. “Just,” he whispered, breezing his lips over hers. “Like.” He teased her lower lip with a flick of his tongue. “That.”
Who the hell was she to argue?
She did as he asked, remaining in place. His lips curved, forming into a small, sly grin. Slowly he released her wrists, his fingers drifting over skin. If he’d wanted, he could have pinned her down and forced her compliance. As susceptible as she was in his presence, he could do just about anything he wanted. Vampires were faster but a werewolf made up for their lack of speed with strength. So it surprised her he kept his enthusiasm in check, careful as he touched her. If he was this hot when he was holding back, she couldn’t wait to see what he’d be like when he let loose.
He lifted his big body from hers, studying her breasts. “You’re perfect, baby.” Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to her stomach. She quivered, her muscles going taut. “You smell so good, darlin’. I bet you’re wet as hell. Good thing I’m finally going to get my taste.”
He moved lightning-fast, sliding his hips down her body. With a quick maneuvering of his hands he placed her legs over his shoulders. She struggled to breathe, keeping her hands over her head, lifting up so she could see his face. He lowered himself to the ground, kneeling between her outstretched thighs. The heat of his breath brushed her exposed folds, making the skin seem hypersensitive. She’d decided to have her pubic hair removed via a nifty spell decades ago, after she’d discovered oral sex felt so much better when performed against bare skin. Now, waiting for Trey’s attention, she knew it had been one of the smartest decisions she’d ever made in her life.
She nearly screamed in frustration as he rested the side of his face against her thigh. The stubble on his jaw felt like tiny bristles skimming over her flesh, prickly yet soft. He was so close. One shift of her hips—a tiny bit of movement—and his mouth would be where she wanted it.
“Trey.” She exhaled his name, trembling as she waited for him to take things further.
“I’ve got a lot to make up for,” he said softly, meeting her gaze. There was so much intensity etched in his features—so much longing. “I’m going to start here, Sadie. I’m going to give you what I should have a long time ago.”
Her libido didn’t care how he made things up to her, so long as he did something.
Shifting his weight, he got in position. He reached for her pussy and parted her labia with his thumbs. She heard him drawing a deep breath, taking in her scent. His lips hovered over her mound, making her painfully aware of her situation. He wasn’t going to rush, even if she begged him to. This wasn’t just about her, it was also about him. She’d harbored her fantasies. Of course he had his as well.
Some men loved going down on a woman.
From the looks of things, Trey was one of them.
The first lick along her crease was firm, his tongue going from the base of her pussy to her hammering clit. She arched her back and parted her legs, shoving her heels into his shoulders as her toes curled. His mouth wasn’t just warm it was blistering hot, leaving behind a path of fiery tingles. Another lick followed the first, then another. He groaned when he lapped at her yet again, the heavy vibration nearly enough to make her come. She’d never been so excited, aware of how heavy her breasts felt, how swollen her clit had to be.
It wouldn’t take much to send her soaring.
The tip of his tongue darted over her folds, skimming up and down. Then she felt it slide past and delve inside her. Her gums tingled and her fangs dropped. The euphoria she’d experienced shifted, her now-sharp canines reminding her of her bloodthirsty nature. She recalled how Trey had reacted to what she was in the past. He’d loathed her. Wanted to fuck her and send her away.
Shaking off the bad memory, she pressed her lips together, telling herself not to think but feel.
Enjoy the moment. Don’t complicate things.
“Fuck, baby.” His hands slid from her pussy and he cupped her ass. “You’re so sweet.”
Knowing shifters were within hearing distance she muffled her cries of delight, rotating her hips with each stroke of his tongue. His fingers clasped her bottom, his grip almost bruising. Blood pumped through her veins, the sound literally pounding in her head. She considered reaching down and grasping his hair, using her hold to guide his mouth to her clit. Sheer willpower kept her arms over her head. She bit her lip, fighting her vampire nature. Not only did she want to come, she wanted to drink from him while she did.