by M. L. Briers
Sasha shook her head. While it was true that she was suddenly parched, it wasn’t coffee that she desired. She wanted him, how could she not? Why would she not?
Abel saw the desire within her. He could scent her arousal and told himself that it wasn’t all in his addled mind. She wanted him, but that was the mating pull. She would fight it. She was strong, it was in her to fight…
Sasha took that one long step towards him, closing the distance between them and her free hand palmed his chest. They could have been dancing the way they stood there, and then she slowly let her eyes climb up over his chest, paused at his mouth, and then locked her gaze with his.
“You, Abel. I want you.”Sasha admitted, it sounded like a declaration of intent to his ears and he almost dropped to his knees on the floor at her feet.
For one long moment, too long, he gently ran his hand against her hip and around her back, giving her the chance to change her mind while his fingers burned a path to the small of her back and he pressed her against his body. His arousal groaned of its own damn accord, as he dipped his head and brushed his lips over hers.
The feel of her soft lips made him growl with pleasure and need, it was low and gentle, but it was there between them, and she didn’t pull back. If anything she may have melted against him even more, but she was already pressed as close as he could get her, so he wasn’t entirely sure.
Abel couldn’t hold back another moment, he had to taste her lips, claim them for his own, and he did, with gusto. Sasha responded instantly. Her lips opened for his first taste of her as his tongue swept in and was battling with hers in an instant. She tasted him right back, sweeping her tongue over his, duelling for the prize that she wanted, more.
She was on fire for him. She’d never been one to sit back and let the guy do all the work and she wasn’t about to change the habit of a lifetime. Her hand ran down over his chest, her fingernails biting in through his top, running over his puckered nipples, and she heard him groan in response. But she wasn’t finished there. Her nails ran down over his abdomen and she moved away slightly to give her the room she needed.
When her nails hit denim, she found the hardness that had been pressed against her stomach and ran her nails along it. Thick and rock solid within the confines of his clothes, still she felt it twitch as if it was trying to escape its bonds, as her nails travelled back and forth, until he all but lost his mind.
Abel reached for her hand and gently knocked it away. She was tormenting him so damn badly that he might actually be in danger of spilling his seed inside his jeans, something he hadn’t done since puberty.
His hands ran down her back and he palmed the ample cheeks of her backside through the top. He couldn’t help but squeeze, gently, then firmer, then firmer still as she pushed her hips against him. He could feel her naked flesh beneath the top he had given her and he was damn glad he hadn’t found her anything that actually fitted her curves to wear beneath.
His thumbs made short work of moving the material upwards and his hands covered her warm flesh, two handful of the most sinful backside he’d ever known, and he lifted her against him. Her legs wrapped around his hips without hesitation and she rubbed her sex where her nails had tortured him.
That was all that Abel could take. He was only a male, he wasn’t omnipotent, and she was the sweetest temptation, the deepest desire, and the most sinful need he had ever had in his arms, in his life, and he stalked into the bedroom with her wrapped around him, intent on making her his.
By the time her back hit the mattress she already had his top fisted in her hands and was yanking it up his body. She wanted the feel of his naked flesh against hers, and now…
Abel returned the gesture. The top that dwarfed his mate and tried its damndest to hide her curves from him hit the floor a moment later, and she released her legs from his hips as he ran his hand down the inside of each sock, taking the material down her shapely legs until the material was gone.
Abel broke away from her lips again to rid himself of his jeans. And he hesitated briefly from covering her body with his again as he took in the sight of her, perfectly naked, lying on his bed.
His eyes took a long sweep of her body, and then he found her looking over the hard muscled contours of his body and he growled out his intent, his need, and she answered by reaching for his shoulders and yanking him down over her.
He devoured her mouth as his hands stroked and teased her body, and she devoured him right back. By the time he was working his way down to get to her breasts, nipping and tasting, she’d already palmed him inside her fist and stroked more than a gentle growl from him.
As he nipped her breast his eyes went to her face and he saw her lift her fingers, the tip of her tongue came out and she tasted the small bead of his essence she had captured before he pulled out of her hand.
Abel covered the hard bud of her nipple and sucked hard in his enthusiasm for her actions, and the moan that escaped her lips was pure pleasure, sinful in its ability to practically reach out and stroke him, long and hard with just that sound.
Abel cursed and blessed everything and nothing at the same time. His mate was the epitome of every desire he had ever had, and he wanted to plunder each and every one of his fantasies as she lay beneath him, for those fantasies were here now in the flesh.
His fingers stroked up her thigh, teasing the flesh around her sex until she pushed her hips upwards from the bed and he found the heat of her wet folds, and watched her eyes close and her head press back against the bed as he pulled and tugged against her nipple before moving to the other.
Sasha felt every stroke of his fingertips, ever nip, lick, and suck of his mouth against her, and she revelled in each and every touch. Hard or soft, gentle and soothing, teasing her senses, or powerful enough to make her body arch towards him for more, every single breath against her body pushed her further towards that need to fulfil the promise of the ache within her.
His lips were against her neck as he rimmed her sex, and no matter how she moved her hips she couldn’t quite capture him inside her, and then his body was over hers, his legs between her thighs and he was stroking her folds again, sending her insane with need, as his tongue swirled and teased downwards to where her neck curved into her shoulder.
Abel sucked hard against her flesh and heard her moan. She tried to move her hips, but he held her still. His blunt teeth pressed down into her flesh and he bit firmly, but not enough to break the skin.
Sasha’s body responded to the hold his teeth had on her flesh. Her head slowly rolled to the side, offering her neck for him. Her legs fell back against the bed, opening her body for his claim, and she whimpered her need to feel him inside her.
‘Mine.’ Abel’s wolf growled hard within him. He wanted him to take their mate, claim her, and bond with her for life, but Abel held the beast off.
Abel slowly pushed his finger knuckle deep inside her tight channel and the feel of her inner muscles gripping him made him want to release his fangs and make his claim on her. He circled his finger over the silken walls and she responded with another whimper. He pulled back and entered her again, adding another finger and stroking as deeply as he could, releasing her flesh from between his teeth, and she came back to him.
“Did you claim me?”She breathed and he shook his head as he gazed down into her eyes.
“Why?”
“You didn’t tell me that I could.”He started to move down her body, but she brought her hands up to cup his face and dragged him back up again, kissing him hard and devouring his mouth. When she pulled back she was breathless.
“You can.”She breathed out on a ragged breath and Abel almost thrust into her with the sheer need that washed over him.
His deep growl rumbled through the air between them and he pushed down the bed. His hands gripped her inner thighs and he scented her arousal a moment before his tongue took one long swipe along her folds, and she tried to arch as the moan escaped her lips, but he held her still.
Abel savoured the first taste of his mate and then growled long and hard as he dipped his head and devoured her with a passion that only a mate could possess. His tongue thrust in and out of her channel until she was almost fevered with need, and then he snaked up over her folds, nipping and soothing on route to the sensitive little nub of flesh that was so swollen with need for him, and he devoured it with his tongue and his teeth as he suckled it within his mouth.
Sasha fisted his hair in her hands and pulled and tugged against him, but he wouldn’t be moved. She wanted the feel of him hard and deep inside her, and what he was doing to her now was just a form of special torture that was so damn good she never wanted it to end, and yet she needed him, more of him, all of him, everything he could give her.
He was taking her back and forth between standing on the cliff looking down into the abyss, where he body was desperate to be, and letting her climb back down to the frustrating plateau of safety. She wanted to rip his arm off and beat him over the head with it until he rolled over and she could take what she needed from him herself, and boy would she…
“Abel, for the love of….”She felt her body tense and then shudder in the most violent way imaginable as he hurled her off the cliff, and she cried out as the deep pulses battered her body, hard and fast, taking her ability to think, to breathe, and to do anything other than enjoy the intense pleasure.
Abel tasted her very essence as she languished in her release. He couldn’t help the growl that rolled through him as he watched the pleasure wash over her. He kept the pressure against her nub until she shifted her hips away from his touch, and then he started to climb up over her body, and her lashes fluttered open as she caught her breath.
“Arse-hole.”She accused, remembering just how many times he had frustrated her before letting her fly.
“Not right now, but I’ll keep it in mind…”He grinned down at her as he caged her with his body. He was about to lower himself to her when her hands shot out and she nudged him with more than just her physical strength. Rolling with him on the bed, she straddled his hips, and used her magic to keep him in place.
“Sasha…”He growled up at her, but she just smirked down at him.
“Somebody likes to tease, shall we see if somebody likes to be teased?”His gentle growl of warning made it clear to her that he wasn’t so fond of being held down so completely.
“You need to let me go, before my wolf decides you’re issuing him a challenge…”Abel warned her and she shrugged her shoulders.
Leaning in over him, she rubbed her sex down over his shaft and watched him try to move. The best he could do was a twitch and tense of his muscles.
“What’s the worst he can do? You made it quite clear you won’t kill me…”Sasha offered as she started to move down his body, a low, slow slide that had her hard nipples tracing over his skin.
“He could push forward and bond with you…”Abel warned. Half of his mind was on the feel of what she was doing and the other half was on trying to suppress his wolf from pushing through and testing his strength on her magic.
For one long moment Sasha’s mind flashed her a warning, but she flicked off the sirens and the bells and went back to the need to touch and taste her mate.
“Well let’s hope by the time I’m finished with you I want that…”She dipped her head and ran a flat tongue from the hilt of his arousal to the tip, rewarded by his long groan of pleasure. She pulled back and blew over his damp skin.
Abel wanted to fist his hands, but he couldn’t move. It was the strangest feeling he’d ever had. He was perfectly aware of her every touch, the way her silken hair brushed against his thigh, her hand against his hip, her tongue… God her tongue that was now circling the very tip, teasing the silt and… but he couldn’t move, to either push her away or pull her closer.
Sasha was in charge and she liked that. Abel had teased her and she wanted to return the sheer pleasure of it, and yet she wanted to devour him in the same instance. Slowly she worked up and down his shaft with her tongue, paying special attention to the very tip until his groan sounded especially needy, and then she took just the head into her mouth and suckled him hard.
Her hand stroked down his shaft and her tongue and teeth played around the ridge until he broke out in a sweat, his veins straining in his neck, and she released him to play her tongue along the shaft again.
“You’re killing me here…”He growled and she chuckled. If he could talk he was ready to be teased again, she decided as she repeated the process over and over until she knew he would be thrashing against bindings if he had them.
“Sasha, please…”She pushed down his shaft, taking him as far into her mouth as she could get him. He was thick and long, and when she swallowed him down into her throat she still needed to make up the excess with her fist around the base of his shaft.
“Christ…I can’t…Sasha…”He growled in frustration, desperation, and she slowly sucked up to the tip before ploughing back down again, over and over until she felt him swell inside her throat.
The sound of him roaring his release made her feel more in control than she ever had in her life. The taste of his hot seed spilling out made her release him from her hold, and his hands fisted her hair as she allowed him the control to thrust his hips up as he spilled down her throat, over and over until he was sated.
It took him longer than usual to fight his way back to her. She’d given him the kind of release he’d never felt before and his body was trembling with the sheer power of her assault on his senses.
Sasha was about to move up his body when he eyes flashed open and his fingers wrapped around her upper arms. Abel yanked her up his body and claimed her mouth, rolling her over onto her back.
His hands ran down her arms to her wrists and he trapped them against the bed. He could taste his essence in her mouth as he devoured her with a fire that burned within him.
His knees nudged her legs as far apart as he could push them, opening her to him, ready to thrust into her to the hilt as his wolf demanded he claim her.
‘Mine.’ The beast roared within him and he growled back.
Abel pulled away from her and stared down into her eyes. She was breathless from his kiss, and she looked up at him with her own needs, but he didn’t thrust. He pushed his hips forwards, the bulbous head eased through her still swollen walls, in one long, deep stroke that took him inside to the hilt as her hips came up to meet his.
The moan that escaped her lips made him rock hard, and he pulled back to the very tip before stroking back to the hilt. Over and over he rocked his hips back and forth in long, deep strokes that devoured her channel as she clenched her muscles around him, welcoming him inside and trying to hold him there.
“What happened to the wolf?”Sasha breathed up at him and he grinned down at her.
“Oh, he’s still around, but you feel too damn good to rush to the happily ever after, sweetheart…”Abel growled out every word and her body responded with excitement to each and every growl, and each and every thrust of his hips against hers.
“Told you not to call me sweetheart, jerk…”She groaned as he held deep inside her, grinding his hips to hers before he shifted upwards and started again, stroking his shaft down over her nub as he pushed deeply inside her.
“Thought you were joking…”He teased, but she was done talking, her body was being swept up faster towards another release, and Abel growled long and hard as his mate tightened hard around him, searching for more.
“Claim or bond, Sasha? I need to know before I let my wolf push forward…”He growled against her ear and she moaned her need. “Soon, babe, but you need to tell me, Claim or bond?”When she didn’t immediately answer he started to slow against her…
“Bond, Abel, bond.”Sasha breathed out.
‘Mine.’ His wolf wasn’t shy about wanting out. Abel let his wolf slip to the surface as his tongue prepared her shoulder for his bite. He was almost salivating at the thought of tasting her blood. His beas
t already was.
Abel felt his wolf urging him on. His body caged his mate in, holding her down against the bed so she didn’t move when he bite into her flesh. He speed was increasing as he started to thrust deep inside her and her body knew to open up to him on instinct. Her head lulled to one side and her legs fell back against the mattress, surrendering herself to him, to them, to being joined, bonded.
“Mine.” Abel growled against her ear, before his tongue ran a path down her neck to where he would place his bite. Sasha was close to release, he could feel her muscles starting to tense up and he took her faster, rubbing over the sweet spot inside her as his own body fevered for what was to come.
He placed his fangs against her skin and gently pressed into the flesh without piercing the skin, but that was enough to take her over the edge and she cried out with the ferocity of the orgasm that tore through her body.
Abel sunk his fangs into her flesh, hard and fast as he bit down. The startled cry from her lips as pleasure met pain, and then the whimper that met his growl of pleasure as her blood rolled over his tongue and down his throat.
His wolf howled inside him as his mind reached for her, and he found her there, caught within her pleasure, sharing the feel of her orgasm as he released his fangs and licked over the wound in desperation for his own pleasure.
His wolf was sated, but the man wasn’t. He had connected with her mind and now he needed to take his pleasure within her body. Abel reared up over her. With one large hand he had both of her wrists trapped, and he reached for her knee, bringing her leg up against her body as he thrust in deeper, harder, and faster.
Sasha’s body responded to the feel of him inside her. Her orgasm was still rolling through her as she was caught up with Abel towards another release.
He felt the throbbing of her inner muscles around him, trying to milk his seed from his body, and the pressure within his spine intensified as he thrust into her over and over again until she cried out.
