by Mason Sabre
It was her this time—her who took the lead and dragged his lips down to hers. It was her who forced his mouth open and welcomed him into hers. She kissed him with the same desperation that he felt inside. She kissed him with such ferocity that he had to brace his hand against the wall to keep from falling into her. And he let her. He let her take what she wanted, revelling in the fierceness of her need just as it fuelled his own. His entire body ached for her—it craved her in a way he had never felt before. Tearing away from her kiss, he lifted his head, but she grasped onto him, trying to pull him back. “Not here,” he breathed heavily, taking her hand in his and tugging her through the kitchen. Phoenix was asleep in his room, passed out from an eventful day, but Cade was still careful not to make too much noise as he led Gemma through the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom.
As soon as they were in the room, he kicked the door closed behind them and grasped her hips. Keeping a hairbreadth distance between them, he walked her backwards into his room, his eyes locked onto hers, the intent in them clear. Her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she was forced down onto it. Cade pushed her back and she let out a soft cry.
Bracing himself over her, he bent down and sharply nipped at her lip before starting to move down her body. He slid his hands down her legs slowly, his eyes firmly fixed on hers. Her breathing coming ragged and fast, she propped herself up on her elbows and watched him wide-eyed as he reached the end of the bed and lifted one of her feet in his hands.
“Phoenix is sleeping,” he warned her as he slipped off one of her sodden shoes. “Don’t wake him.” He slipped off the next shoe, and she shivered, shocked that a man removing her shoes could be such a sensual act. As he climbed back up, he ran his hands back up her cold, bare legs, kneading her flesh as he went, pausing only to nip along her skin with his teeth. Her gaze remained glued on him as she watched every move he made, her tremulous breaths sounding loud to her ears in the quiet of the bedroom. When he was eye level with her, he wrapped one hand gently around the side of her neck and buried his face against the other side. Her head fell back.
“Cade.” His name left her lips on a breathless whisper.
“Don’t’ tell me to stop,” he pleaded softly as he pushed her back onto the bed and nuzzled her neck.
“You're going to make the bed wet,” she gasped. “My dress is soaking.”
He lifted his head to stare into her eyes, the smouldering look on his face sending excitement coursing through her veins. “We can fix that,” he said hoarsely, and need lanced through her at his words. He sat back, straddling her hips and hooking his fingers under the hem of her dress. Gemma’s breath caught, and she shivered in expectation. He brought it up slightly, teasingly, pushing it only high enough to expose her panties and bare stomach. He bent down and pressed his mouth to her cold, damp skin, inhaling the perfumed scent of her. She sucked in a breath and his own skin prickled in excitement, tingling all through his body.
She lifted her head, panting as she looked down at him. “Cade, is this wrong?”
He stilled, then lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Nothing has ever felt more right.” He hesitated, afraid of the answer to his next question. “You want me to stop?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head vehemently. “Don’t you even dare.”
Cade drank in the sight of her—his … finally. She was so perfect as she lay there, so goddamn beautiful it hurt to look at her. “Then stop thinking about it,” he smiled, keeping his eyes on hers as he lowered his mouth back to her bare skin and ran his tongue along the edge of her panties slowly. He took his time, nipping and licking, the taste of her addictive. A growl resonated deep within his throat, his wolf rising close to the surface and demanding he pounce. It needed to possess, and it needed it now. Cade pushed his wolf down—he was not going to rush this. He was going to make sure their first time was special—Gemma deserved no less. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses on her stomach and felt it clench in response. Her head fell back again, soft groans escaping her lips with each touch and each kiss.
He slid back down her body, his own already hard, throbbing almost painfully in its need to bury himself inside her. Forcing himself to ignore the uncomfortable pressure behind his zipper, he pushed her dress up higher, just enough that he could see the beginning of her breasts. He groaned—it was like unwrapping a gift he’d waited years for. His mouth watered for a taste of the round lushness, and he feared he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He trailed his mouth along her skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses from her navel to just below her breasts.
Her hands gripped the sheets and her breathing grew shallow, goose bumps breaking out along her sensitive flesh. She shivered as his tongue flicked and his teeth scraped and grazed. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he pushed her dress, along with lacy cups of her bra, all up in the same movement, uncovering her full breasts to his hungry gaze. “Cade,” she whimpered, the tips beading into hard points that begged for his attention.
With a low, deep rumble in his throat and his self-control teetering on the edge, he cupped the fullness of one breast in a calloused palm and lowered his head. His mouth latched onto the nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as her fingers gripped the sheets tighter. Without lifting his head, he pushed the dress the rest of the way up, forcing her arms above her head and slipping it free from her.
“Oh god,” she breathed as he tossed her dress to the floor. He took the pert nipple deeper into his mouth, opening his mouth wide as he sucked and flicked his tongue back and forth. His hand found her other breast and pinched the straining tip lightly between his thumb and forefinger, making her gasp and her hands fly to his shoulders, her nails digging in deep. She moaned beneath him, her back bowing under the onslaught of erotic sensation.
“See?” he said hoarsely, letting the hard nipple pop free from his mouth. “Wet clothes problem solved.”
Gemma lifted dazed eyes to look at him, incapable of rational speech. But Cade wasn’t interested in talking—luckily. With a growl, he nipped and kissed his way to her neck, burying his face against her. “You're so god damn beautiful,” he breathed as he nuzzled her.
Impatient fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt, practically ripping them open in their haste. She purred in pleasure when the shirt finally fell open and she was able to run her hands along the contours of his toned chest muscles.
Gemma was shivering, and Cade realised it wasn’t only from arousal. Droplets of water dripped onto her and the bed from his open shirt, and his sopping wet jeans were fully pressed up the long length of her legs. “Wait,” he murmured, reluctant to leave her, but hating the thought that he was making her cold. She protested as he pushed himself up and moved to stand at the foot of the bed between her dangling legs.
She sat up, breathless as her eyes took in every hard ridge of magnificent male perfection revealed to her. Her lips parted, heart thudding in her chest as she drank in the pure masculine beauty of him. With his eyes never leaving her, he shook the wet shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor alongside her dress, then reached for his belt.
“No,” she whispered. “Stop.” Cade stilled, his heart sinking as he held his breath. God no, don’t let her change her mind. He would die if he didn’t have her tonight.
She looked up at him and gave him a devilish grin—one that offered promises that made his heart thump loudly in his chest. Her hands pushed his away and she set to work on his belt, chewing on her bottom lip in expectant excitement. The belt clanged as it came loose and she let it fall open. Her eyes locked onto his as she reached for the top button of his jeans and popped it open. Cade tensed as she worked the rest of the buttons free and her knuckles rubbed against him. He grew unbearably hard, curling his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching for her before she was done. She smiled when she finished unbuttoning the very last button, then leaned forward and pressed her mouth against the light smattering of dark
hairs just below his navel. Her breath was hot against his skin, sending jolts of electricity coursing through his body. She pushed his jeans down his legs, coming away only long enough for him to step out of them.
“These are too wet,” she said huskily, hooking a finger beneath the elastic band of his tight boxers where it covered his hip and starting to pull them down.
Cade caught her hands and shook his head.
“No,” he said. “Not this time. This one is mine.” He stepped back out of her reach and then bent down to her, hooking his finger under chin and tilting her face up to his. His eyes bore into hers, their lips just inches apart. Her breathing hitched. “I've waited too long for this, dreamt about it. This is mine today. Okay?”
Her eyes wide, she nodded. He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, sliding his hand under her back and pulling her up the bed so that she was on it properly and her head rested on the pillows. Her legs were forced open as he knelt between them, staring down into her face. He was going to take this slow. He was going to savour every moment of this. He had waited too long for it to be over too quickly. He had dreamt about this moment thousands of times. Shit, part of him wasn’t even sure if this was real now as he watched her. He wondered if he was about to wake up and discover it was all a dream.
“There’s no going back after this, you know that, right?”
“There has never been a going back for me, Cade. Not ever. I love you. I don’t just say that to people. My life feels pointless without you. When I'm not with you …” Her words trailed off as a sob caught in her throat.
“It’s like part of your soul is missing?” he finished softly, and she nodded.
“I've never felt like this with anyone before,” she whispered. A stray tear slid down the side of her face, her green eyes sparkling up at him. “I'm right here.”
He took in the sight of her just one more time, burning it to his memory. He took her all in, his eyes roaming down the length of her body beneath him and then back to her face again. He didn’t say another word as he lowered his head and kissed the tear down the side of her face, tasting the saltiness of it on her skin. Pressed his lips against her damp skin, he breathed in the scent of her—he wanted to take it down deep and keep it with him forever. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his wet hair.
Cade kissed a trail along the side of her face to her mouth, stopping only briefly to kiss her lips. Her soft moans against his mouth igniting fires in him, his body starved with hunger, aching to have her. He pressed her deeper into the bed with his weight, loving the feel of her silky smooth softness beneath the hardness of his body. His lips trailed hotly along her jawline to her neck. She pressed her head back into the bed and breathed his name.
“Shh …,” he said against her skin. “Don’t wake Phoenix.”
She whimpered when he ran his tongue along her collarbone, nipping as he went until he reached the soft mound of her breasts once again. His mouth closed over the turgid peak, rolling her nipple under his tongue before biting down gently. She cried out softly and squeezed his hips with her thighs. Waves of pleasure crashed through him, his body unable to stop itself as he pressed his already aching erection harder against her very core, only scraps of clothing separating them now.
He ran his mouth down her bare skin, down until he reached her hip. He gave it a quick nip, stealing another moan from her lips, and he couldn’t help his satisfied growl. He traced the line of the waistband of her panties with his tongue, and her stomach quivered under his touch, her legs parting of their own volition.
He hooked his fingers into the lacy scrap at her hips and pulled down, revealing that part of her to him that he craved more than anything. She whimpered as he removed her panties completely and threw them to the side. Shallow gasps left Gemma’s lips and she instinctively tried to close her legs again. Sliding his hands back up her legs to her thighs, he pressed his thumbs into her soft flesh, firmly but gently. He pulled her trembling legs apart again and let his eyes feast on her. “So beautiful,” he whispered gruffly.
“Cade,” she whimpered uncertainly, her head lifting to look at him as she tried to push her legs closed again, but he held on firmly. “Don’t,” he breathed, his voice a silky caress over her skin. “You are perfect—and all mine.” He placed a delicate kiss on the inside of each thigh to calm her skittishness, then without any further prelude, pressed his mouth down into the very centre of her. Her head fell back, the back of her hand flying to her mouth to muffle her scream. His mouth devoured her, his tongue delving into her depths as his powerful grip held her firmly in place so that he could feast. She panted, crying out with every lick and suck and bite of his wicked tongue and mouth.
“Oh god.” She almost sobbed at the delicious feel of him on her as he continued to tease and taste her, deeper, hotter, his growls of ecstasy reverberating against her core and intensifying her pleasure. She was so wet for him and he took it all in, lapping it up, tasting her as she writhed under the onslaught of each stroke of his tongue. He found the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs and drew it into his mouth, sucking it hard as she gasped and squirmed, his name leaving her lips in small, pleading cries. She grabbed one of the pillows and covered her mouth, her other hand tearing at the bedsheets. He was relentless, eating at her like a starved man. Then, just when she thought she could take no more, he bit down lightly on the swollen nub.
Gemma screamed.
Her legs tensed, and she exploded, falling into a kaleidoscope of colour and ecstasy—and still he didn’t stop. He slid his hands under her, digging his fingers into the cheeks of her backside and bringing her to his mouth more. She let out a cry and gave herself over to her orgasm, filling his mouth with the sweet taste of her. She trembled in his grasp, and only when she had gone completely limp did he release her. She lay panting on the bed, a fine film of sweat covering her well-pleasured body. He rose to lick it away before kissing her again, crawling up along her body, and placing small kisses on her quivering flesh as he went.
He wasn’t done with her yet, though.
He pushed the pillow from her flushed face. Her breathing came out harsh and her gaze was as hungry as his. “You okay there?” he asked with a husky laugh.
“Maybe,” she panted, still trying to get her mind around the earth-shattering orgasm she had just experienced.
He reached down and removed the remaining barrier between them, freeing himself from the fabric that kept him from her. Her eyes locked onto him and the look of hunger on her face made Cade groan. She reached out to touch him but he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. He didn’t know how long he’d last if she got her hands on him now. She scowled and pulled at her arms, her eyes still glued to the hard length of him. “Cade,” she pouted, frustration in her voice.
“No,” he murmured. “It’s about you tonight, remember? I want to give you everything.” He lowered his mouth to hers before she could protest again, and plundered inside, the taste of her still on his lips. He let go of her hands and they immediately wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him closer. He lowered himself between her thighs and she gasped against his mouth as she felt him nudge at her entrance and then slowly sink inside her. They both groaned, the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around him bringing a hiss from his lips. He threw his head back and moaned, long and deep. She felt so damn good. Gemma’s long legs wrapped around his lean hips, locking him into place.
Then he started to move.
His slid out slowly, almost all the way, then thrust forward, hard. Her nails sunk into his back, the sharp pain only fuelling the fire already raging inside. He repeated the movement, sliding out and driving back in again forcefully, making Gemma lose any ability of coherent thought. He drove into her, again and again, pushing in to the hilt and gradually gaining his rhythm. She moved with him, rocking her hips in tandem with every stroke, her small gasps of pleasure spurring him on. He brought his mouth back down to hers, drowning out her gasps as t
heir tongues met and clashed. He couldn’t stop the low growl that rose from deep within his throat. All those times that he had imagined this—they were nothing compared to the reality of it. He nipped at her bottom lip, then captured her mouth in another hot, searing kiss, loving the gasps and all the little sounds she made.
He was never going back after this. No one would ever take her place. She was home to him. She was where he belonged. She was where he was meant to be. He pushed himself deeper—harder, faster—wanting to possess her, to brand her, to leave his mark on her for everyone to see, to know she belonged to him. He snatched his mouth away from hers and pumped his hips as demand built up. She moved with him in perfect rhythm, meeting him stroke for stroke, her nails scoring trails down his back—and he loved the feel of it, increased his excitement until he thought he would explode.
He slid his hands under her and wrapped his fingers around her shoulders, holding her in place so that he could drive deeper into her. It was like they had been made for each other. Gemma moaned, pulling him closer, as if she couldn’t get close enough. They both needed more, this hunger between them insatiable.
“Gem …” he groaned.
With a gasp, she tensed, her legs tightening around him and her nails digging into his back as her orgasm ripped through her. It was too much for him—her breathless pants and groans in his ear and the way her body clamped around his shaft took him over the edge. He couldn’t contain his own release any longer as pleasure rode him. He buried his face in her damp hair with a deep, feral growl and let go. The world exploded in his mind, and he fell into the abyss.
