by BETH KERY
He felt a shiver ripple through her. She leaned her head back on his chest and tilted her chin to look up at him, her green eyes wide in her delicate face. He slowly lowered his hand, caressing her neck. Her vitessence popped and sparked, a rich rainbow of color surrounding her. He opened his lips and tasted her richness on the air he breathed. He bathed in it when he gently lifted her jaw, stretching her exquisite neck, and kissed her throbbing pulse.
“I may not be solely a wolf, but I have studied their ways. If we bred together, then you are my mate,” he breathed out next to her ear, animal lust making his voice harsh.
“Prove it,” she whispered.
His nostrils flared when he sensed the sharp spike of arousal in her vitessence. His fangs distended, the sensation as agonizingly pleasurable as the tightening of an erection so thick it felt ponderous. He spun her in his arms and pressed her to him tightly, snarling at the sensation of her nipples pressing against his ribs.
“You want proof?”
“Yes,” she replied between uneven pants.
“Then you’ll have it,” he growled ominously.
Her lush, parted lips sent him into a frenzy of lust, as if her mouth were an exposed sex organ. He palmed her ass and bent his knees before he fell on her, savaging the honeyed cavern behind her lips. She participated eagerly, tangling with his striking tongue, but it was a consumption as much as a kiss, and it was Saint who consumed, suckling her essence, swallowing Christina down his throat until he felt her essence zipping through his veins, bringing his flesh to vibrant life.
She flicked her tongue over the front of an incisor, a quick, precise tease, and he thought he’d explode then and there.
He moved, only vaguely aware that he wanted something solid behind them, so enraptured was he with burying himself in Christina’s taste. She gave a soft umph of surprise when he backed her into a thick tree trunk. He softened his kiss by way of apology, but within seconds the madness struck his brain again. He slid his hands behind her thighs and lifted her off the ground, pressing her pussy against his straining cock.
He raised his head and hissed.
Her eyes went wide as she looked up at him, and for a brief second, what she saw flashed into his brain. The moonlight cast his rigid features in bluish light and black shadow. His fangs flashed white and lethal in the darkness.
She gasped and laid her head back on the bark of the tree, exposing her throat. He understood her reaction had come from arousal at the breaking point.
Not fear.
He leaned down and scraped his fangs gently over her madly throbbing pulse, the moment sublime.
When he sunk his teeth into Christina, it was like a velvet cataclysm—an explosion of sensation contained within the softest embrace. The sure knowledge that he would never harm her because he knew love—because he could love—flowed through him, an elixir as sweet as Christina’s vitessence-rich blood. He heard her sharp inhale, felt her body stiffen against him as pleasure infused them both.
For once, he embraced his pounding lust instead of fighting it.
She made a sound of protest when he withdrew his fangs, the sensation even more exquisite than when he’d sunk into her. His eyes rolled back into his head. He muttered an ancient curse and set her feet back on the ground.
“Take off your pants,” he ordered tersely. Stepping away from her at that moment was a pain that made him grit his teeth.
The rapidity of her compliance told him she was just as eager as he was. He tore at his button flies and shoved his jeans down his thighs. His gaze remained fixed on Christina as she worked her jeans down her long, pale legs, jerking her white canvas tennis shoes through the leg holes. When she slid her fingers between her skin and the white panties she wore, he spoke harshly.
“No. Take them off slowly.”
She glanced up at him in the moonlight, but he kept his gaze glued to the apex of her thighs. He moved his hand along the underside of the shaft of his cock, shivering at even that light touch. His cock felt huge, heavier than he’d ever known, super-sensitive and teeming with hot blood. His balls were already tight and filled with a seed that felt like it would be released at jet-fueled force.
He lifted his testicles, grimacing as he rearranged them over the leather thong, his eyes glued to Christina’s progress all the while. He paused in soothing his aching balls when her sex-lips peeked at him from above white cotton.
“Gods,” he groaned. His hand tightened on the swollen base of his pulsing shaft. “You shaved.”
“I thought you’d like it,” she said softly. She pushed her panties down her thighs and they slipped down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and for a moment just stood still in the moonlight, wearing only her white T-shirt and tennis shoes.
Saint realized that he was staring fixedly at the flushed, glistening folds of her labia while he ran his hand up and down the thick shaft of his cock. She was so aroused that he glimpsed her pink clit swelling between her sex lips. Her pussy-scent pervaded him, fogging the edges of his vision with a red haze of lust. He wanted to eat that flagrantly displayed treat, but he knew his arousal was such that if he didn’t bury himself in her soon, he’d be howling at the moon in sheer madness.
He dragged his gaze from that awesome sight and met her stare. “I like it so much that you’re going to have to pay. I’ve never dared to allow myself to feel so much need. I’m going to have to fuck your little pussy hard.”
He sensed more than saw how her cheeks flushed with blood, just as the sleek, velvety flower of her sex heated and wetted for him.
He came toward her, both of them gasping when the sensitive crown of his jutting cock brushed against the silk of her thigh. He shrugged out of his shirt and placed it behind her, covering her back and shoulders, protecting her soft skin.
She moaned in excitement when he lifted her and pressed her against the tree, spreading her thighs. He shut his eyes and groaned deep enough to score his throat when he pushed the flared head of his cock into her tight, sultry heat.
He lifted his head and met her gaze.
“Let me in, lovely.”
He felt her vaginal muscles convulse around him, sucking at him like a hot little mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered before he drove higher into her, both of them gasping as he sunk several inches.
“I feel huge,” he mumbled under his breath.
“You are huge.”
He glanced at her and saw her small smile. He caught her trembling lower lip between his teeth and bit. Softly. Her blood whispered across his tongue, maddening him. He growled and spread her thighs wider, opening her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her flesh gave.
She cried out, the poignant sound prey makes at the death strike, the soulful sound of a lover claimed. He paused with his balls pressed tight against her, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest he felt so much. He sunk his tongue between her lips and the ravenous urge softened. A little. The protesting ache of his cock made his eyes burn unbearably.
His flimsy restraint evaporated when she nipped roughly at his lips.
“Take me hard or kill me now, Saint.”
He blinked open his eyes, surprised. She stared back at him, her blood-red lips parted, her gaze fierce and hot. He snarled and drew his length out of her until only the rim beneath his cockhead was buried in her heat.
Then he drove back into her so hard his balls flung forward against her damp tissues. He held her ass in his hands and jerked her slightly forward as he thrust, flexing his biceps hard, crashing them together, letting his arms take the brunt of his hammering cock and not her back against the tree.
His thighs and ass strained tight as he repeated that long, consuming stroke again and again, rocketing into Christina while she clung onto him as if for dear life. A low, continuous keen of pleasure began to vibrate in her throat, the sound skipping abruptly every time he smacked their flesh together. He gritted his teeth in agony when she gripped him tighter ar
ound the waist and firmed her hold on his shoulders, adding her own strength to their frenzied mating.
Strange little detonations of sensation that he’d never experienced before began to leap up the nerves of his back every time he slammed into her consuming heat, traveling from the root of his cock and shooting up his spine in sexually charged electrical bursts. He growled, fangs bared at the untenably exciting sensation.
“I’m gonna explode inside you. I can’t stop myself. It’s gonna hurt like hell, it’ll feel so good,” he rasped.
“Yes,” she replied in a pressurized hiss. He drove into her, hard and deep, the sensitive spot of skin just beneath the rim of his cock stroking her tight walls in such an eye-crossing way that he groaned and pushed higher. When he felt her clasping pussy start to spasm around him, he sank his teeth into the succulent flesh where her shoulder and neck joined. He sucked and plunged deep with his cock…
…and completely lost himself in a torrential rush of pleasure.
Chapter Twenty-One
She cried out, her head thumping against the tree as waves of pleasure shuddered through her. Saint sunk his teeth into her shoulder and she opened her eyes wide on a different universe.
His groan, guttural and harsh, brought her back to herself with a slam. His cock jerked in her pussy. He throbbed inside her as he continued to fuck her with short, demanding strokes, and pleasure continued to wrack her flesh.
His body convulsed in agonized bliss. She cried out in awe at the sensation of his warm seed filling her.
Overfilling her.
He thrust again and again, continuing to climax. She felt like the A-bomb had just gone off in her.
And she’d been able to contain it.
Her own delicious orgasm waned, but Saint continued to fuck her hard, grunting gutturally, his cock still full and huge. Much to her amazement, she still felt the spasms of his penis, his facial muscles still convulsed in ecstasy.
He was still ejaculating inside her.
The realization of the profundity of his need did something strange to her. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him and ground down with her hips, getting pressure from his thick shaft on her clit. A cry broke out of her throat when she came again. His harsh hiss told her that he felt her climaxing around him. He gave an agonized growl as her pussy finally squeezed out his last drops.
For a stretched, full moment they ran their lips over each other’s skin, panting harshly. A cool breeze made the oak leaves shiver around them, but Christina still felt the fever beneath Saint’s skin.
She felt his warm tongue on her skin and realized he was licking the small puncture wounds his teeth had made. Some instinct told her his saliva had a healing quality. Maybe she knew that because she innately recognized the cleanness of his taste…the rightness of it.
“I’m going to have to have you again in a moment,” he rasped with his lips next to her pulse.
She shuddered slightly at his words and the memory of the pleasure that had swamped her when he’d sunk his teeth into her flesh, merging with her in a way that was just as intimate as their joined sexes. He must have felt her internal clutch on his cock, because he raised his head. His eyes were shadowed, but she sensed his stare.
“My cock is so sensitive. It felt like I’d never had a woman before.”
She gave him a smile. “It kinda felt that way to me too. And I loved it.”
“Stina,” he groaned. He seized her lips, kissing her swift and rough. Her pussy throbbed with renewed desire. It felt incredibly exciting to cradle his full, firm cock, knowing how sensitive he was…anticipating the moment he was ready to take her again. She caught the glitter in his eyes when he lifted his head and knew that moment was very near.
“Do you forgive me?” he whispered.
“For making love to me that day so many years ago? In the park?”
He nodded.
“There’s nothing to forgive. This…” she flexed her vaginal muscles around him, “…is as natural and right as the dawn.”
His lips formed a small snarl at her caress. He exhaled slowly. Christina felt the tension growing in his muscles and the throb of his cock deep inside her and knew another moment of blinding bliss was even nearer. She shivered in anticipation.
“And what of the other?” he asked harshly.
“The fact that you left me on that same day? Denied this?” She squeezed him tightly yet again. His fangs gleamed in the moonlight.
“Yes.”
“That might take a little longer to forgive.”
She leaned up and lightly licked a sharp incisor. He trembled and his cock leapt inside her. He nipped at her lower lip when she tried to lick him again. She laughed huskily. “I’ll let you know when you’ve made up for all those years I might have had the pleasure of your company, Saint. You have some serious work to do before then. Better get to it.”
The low growl that hummed in his throat and his consuming kiss made tingling heat surge through her sex. He whispered next to her lips, “I’m so primed, I think I’ll go a long way in making a good dent in all those years in one night.”
She yelped when he slid out of her and pushed her legs down until her feet hit the ground. The feeling of his warm, big hands on her skin as he slid her T-shirt up her torso made her nipples prickle in awareness. He removed her bra in the time it took her to blink and gasp. The next thing she knew, he had turned her toward the tree.
“Bend over,” he ordered gruffly.
Christina was highly aware of his big hands possessively cradling her hips as she bent at the waist and pressed her palms on the tree. What he did next took her by surprise.
Blissful surprise.
He leaned down and began to scrape his teeth over the skin on her back. He progressed with agonizing slowness. She cried out at the intensity of pleasure that shivered through her flesh, as though his teeth were capable of awakening nerves in her body she hadn’t known she possessed. She gasped and moaned, but he just continued to awaken her body with a precise deliberation.
He dragged his teeth across her, sensitizing every patch of skin, pausing occasionally to gently bite at the tender flesh of her hip or to taste her with his warm tongue. If his scraping teeth were gentle, his hands were bold and greedy. He molded the flesh of her hips and buttocks into his palms, shaping it beneath his hungry mouth. He bracketed her waist, holding her in place as he knelt behind her and ran his fangs over the tender flesh of her bare ass.
Her nipples tightened almost painfully at the intimate caress. Her clit pinched in pleasure, causing her to cry out.
“Saint.” Christina didn’t know how it could be, but if he continued to run his teeth over her tingling skin, she would be cresting in climax. He responded to her shaky plea by pressing a kiss between the cheeks of her ass and rising behind her. She moaned when she felt the heat emanating from his groin onto her bare bottom.
He moved his large, warm hands upwards, the slide of his slightly rough palms against the hypersensitive skin at the side of her body making her tremble. She felt vulnerable bent over like this, naked and raw with need.
But Saint’s caressing hands and sinful mouth also made her feel exquisitely prized.
And totally possessed.
She’d been panting, but her breath burned, stuck in her lungs when his hands crept toward her suspended breasts. The thought of him touching her nipples—of him running his fangs over that most tender of flesh—caused a flash of liquid heat to surge through her sex.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
His roughly uttered words caused the air to explode out of her lungs. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted, spinning her in a fluid movement. One large hand palmed a breast as he pushed her over a supporting forearm, forcing her back into an arch. She sensed his palpable stare on her.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen…and I’ve lived a long, long life,” he muttered.
He lowered his head. She felt his warm breath ghost
ing her skin. Her eyes went wide in shock when he scraped his fangs over the curving underside of a breast.
He put his hand over her mouth a split second before a scream erupted from her throat. He kept her mouth covered as he continued to pleasure her and she keened into his muffling palm.
Obviously, Saint had learned long ago what to expect in these circumstances.
Dear God, she’d had no idea he could evoke such a cataclysm of sensation inside a woman’s body. By the time he slipped an aching nipple inside his warm, suctioning mouth and lashed at the captive flesh with his tongue, Christina’s entire body shook.
He ran his fangs ever so gently over a beaded nipple. She clutched at his soft, tousled hair and climaxed.
“That’s right. Come for me. Feed me, lovely,” she heard him rasp as if from a distance, his lips moving next to the skin of her neck. She felt his teeth sink into her, the sensation causing her orgasm to ratchet up to a level that she checked out for a few seconds, consumed by bliss.
“Stina.”
She blinked her eyes open sluggishly when his rough voice penetrated her sensual haze.
“Brace yourself against the tree. You’ve had your pleasure. Now I will take mine.”
Christina realized he’d turned her. He bent at the knees and pressed the front of his naked body to the back of hers. The raw need roughening his voice and the sensation of his hot, teeming cock pressing into the crevice of her ass cheeks made her comply without thought.
He must have sensed her disorientation following her orgasm, because he helped her to position herself, assuring himself that her palms held her secure against the trunk, encouraging her to spread her thighs to accommodate him. Christina stared blindly at the tree bark, every last ounce of her focus on the feeling of Saint behind her…on the sensation of his cock pressed into the flesh of her ass.
He moved and she knew he’d taken his cock into his hand, preparing to enter her. Christina shivered like the canopy of the leaves of the oak tree above her when another breeze swept over her heated skin. But she wasn’t cold. She steamed when she felt Saint press the succulent, fat head of his penis into the mouth of her pussy.
