Eternal Embrace

by Billi Jean

  His body tightened to hard, tense muscles. With a sensation like an implosion, she felt his emotions tumble free between them, breaking through the barrier he’d set up to keep her out. He squeezed her to the point of pain, but shuddered with emotions she knew were difficult for him.

  She soothed him, rubbing her lips over his temple and kissing his forehead. He leaned his head against her shoulder and breathed raggedly, until slowly he looked at her, his expression still full of grief—she knew now over Evan’s loss and not over her being his. He loved her. So completely, so fully, she doubted another woman had ever experienced such love in all of eternity.

  “I will never let you go, Joey,” he told her solemnly.

  “Good, and if that Tooth Fairy comes by? I’m kicking her ass, I never knew she could—” She squealed when he lifted her and bit her on the stomach.

  “I take you, as my bonded female, for now, always, and forever. From me, you will only feed and in turn, you will only feed me. With this”—he nipped her with a devilish laugh—“I bind you fully to me for all of eternity. My life for yours, Joey.”

  She sensed the shift in him, the slight alignment that suddenly snapped into place within her. “Oh!”

  Jaxon grunted, and stared at her with such love and amazement, she smiled past her tears. “Now, repeat that, and I’m all yours.”

  “Forever?”

  “Forever.”

  She examined his handsome face, seeing much more than love in his blue eyes and tense expression. He wanted this, her, them. “I take you as my bonded male, now, always and forever.”

  He pressed her mouth to his throat, guiding her to bite him. She did, sinking her fangs in his warm body and swallowing the immediate surge of hot blood that flooded her mouth. She pulled back and licked the spot, thrilled to feel his big body trembling.

  “From me you will only feed, and in turn you will feed me. I bind you with my bite for all of eternity. My life for yours, Jaxon.”

  “Fuck, Joey,” he said, his husky voice breaking on her name. He swallowed audibly and smoothed his hands down her back and up to cradle the back of her head. She tipped her face to see the joy in his bright eyes. “You’re mine. Truly mine.”

  “And you’re mine,” she murmured. “Never hold out on me again,” she added.

  He suddenly pulled her hips to his and pressed his erection against her pussy. “I don’t think I ever will again. And holding out on you is the last thing I plan on doing. I need you, Joey. Hard, fast, now.”

  “Oh, Jaxon,” she breathed.

  A second later, their clothes were gone and Jaxon’s big shaft slid along her wet folds. “Yeah, you like the sound of that?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes, now.”

  He gripped her ass tighter and lifted her, angled his hips and shoved inside her with a slow thrust. She was so ready for him, his body speared into her until his sack hit her sensitive skin.

  “Ah, damn, you’re wet for me.”

  “And you’re so big for me,” she groaned, nipping at his neck to get him moving when he chuckled.

  Slowly, he pulled back until the tip of his erection pulled almost free and gripping her ass tight, he rammed inside her with enough force to make her cry out in growing pleasure. Just as quickly as he pulsed inside her, he pulled out, then took her breath away with short penetrating thrusts that smacked them flesh to flesh.

  She lost control, trembling in his arms while he held her like she weighed nothing and fucked her so hard she climaxed within seconds. Jaxon was right behind her, so lost in their shared experience he roared her name with each long, hot gush of his seed.

  “Again, fucking hell, I need you again,” he whispered hoarsely.

  “Again, always, oh, Jaxon, again and again,” she murmured, biting his chest and drawing his sweet blood from him, along with an anguished groan that lasted as long as it took him to shift them to their bed, and begin making her scream in pleasure all over again.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  The smell of shrimp, cream and pasta filled the kitchen, making Jaxon’s mouth water for not only the food, but the drop-down gorgeous chef dressed in grey. They’d been out all night, shopping and enjoying one very quick but hot bout of explosive sex in a dressing room, but now, settled in their home, safe and surrounded with their scents, he wanted more. Much, much more.

  What else was new, he thought, admiring the line of her back revealed under the sexy-as-hell crisscross black lines of silk tying the back of her dress on. The dove-grey concoction was designed to drive him nuts, he knew, but he savoured the build-up of sexual need and enjoyed the view. Joey.

  She amazed him. Under the swathes of tight material that brushed along the back of her knees, he knew she wore garters with a little black bow at the top of each ass cheek. The damn things made his fangs itch. She knew it too, but he also knew him, sitting at the table, his legs spread to accommodate the hard-on thickening under his slacks, drove her just as crazy. She loved to have him watch her and share how hot she made him, and in response, much to his surprise, she opened up to reveal how he rocked every part of her world.

  He reached down for his erection, sensing the surge of heat coming from her at the move. Grinning, he lazily stroked himself and tipped his head to the side to get a glimpse of the lace at the top of her stockings when she bent to check on the bread.

  Sweat broke out along his body at the sight, and he didn’t bother waiting until she’d fully turned to their kitchen table before pouncing on her. With a deep laugh, he pressed his erection along the inside curve of her ass and shoved the material of her dress over her shoulders to trap her slim arms while he bit down into his mark on her neck. He didn’t feed from her, not yet, but he sent such a surge of passion through to her, she sagged into his arms, already making the sounds he knew meant she was just as hot.

  “No, no, not so quickly, wildcat,” he told her, keeping her arms trapped and bending her forward gently so her cheek rested on the glossy table. “I think we’ll take this slow and easy, don’t you?”

  “Oh, Jaxon,” she breathed, but pressed her butt back against his hips eagerly.

  He spanked her heavily, not hard, but just enough of a tap to make her gasp and arch her head off the table.

  “Mmm, have I been a bad girl, then?”

  “Oh, yes,” he said against her bare back. “You’ve been very wicked. Driving me crazy for hours, with this.” He pressed his hands under the material and ripped it from the base to where it met the backless crisscross top.

  “Jaxon! That was my favourite -”

  He bit the lush rise of her rounded, firm ass cheek and she broke off with a husky moan. The sound made his cock harden to steel but he ignored the rush of cum filling his balls to overflowing, and licked along the bite mark until he got to the little bow gracing the most beautiful bottom in the world. He stroked her wet pussy to hear her rush out his name on a breathy sigh.

  “Ah, yes, and this is my favourite,” he said.

  With a grunt, he pulled away and nearly ripped his jeans off. The thick length of his cock fell out, then surged back upwards at an angle from the pressure to come. His balls were tight, ready to let loose, but he stroked himself under the silky garter and rubbed back and forth with a low groan.

  Joey spluttered on a laugh and twisted her head to watch him with a grin. “Kinky, my love, very kinky. Oh, God look at you.” She sighed and tried to move her arms.

  “No, no, none of that.” His voice deepened with the lust pounding at him. Her ass was a dream, so lush and creamy white he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his cock along the satiny flesh His erection looked enormous against her. Dark, thick, and much too big for her petite size. “Damn, look at you, so tiny against my dick.”

  “Mmm, true, you are massive.”

  He laughed and swatted her butt. She purred like a kitten. Damn woman. “You seem able to take every massive inch.”

  “And love it too. Stop teasing me.” She wiggled, making his mouth wate
r. He bent and bit her on the other cheek, and grinned when she sighed with pleasure.

  Not ready to stop teasing her, but nearly ready to come from rubbing along her silky flesh, he pulled free, lifted her up and laughed when she squealed.

  “I need you in a different position, you don’t mind, do you?” he asked, teasing her with long, wet kisses along her bare back. He settled her over the cushioned chair behind them, her lovely bottom up and her head comfortable on the cushioned arm, while he kept her legs together and tipped her to angle her pussy for his possession.

  “Jaxon! Stop teasing me!”

  “Teasing?”

  She lifted her head and frowned at him. He pressed her back down and rubbed his shaft along her wetness.

  “Patience, firecracker. Let’s have some fun, mmm?”

  She bit her lip, and he growled at the sight of her fang. She was soaking wet, the flood of excitement simmering along his cock head before he’d even done more than shift his hips.

  “I think you’re going to like this,” he murmured, then rammed in all the way to the balls. Entering her was like parting the softest, wettest, tightest silk, only with such heat, he could barely make it past the first thrust. After weeks of fucking, they still came together almost roughly the first time. But today he wanted more. He wanted to go slow from the first and savour every second.

  “Oh, oh…oh…” she panted into the cushion, pinned down and spread for him—his pleasure—but hers also. Joey liked their games, loved his aggression and took all he could give, then rocked his world by making him surrender to her just as often.

  “Yes, we’re going to make this first time last,” he managed, when he could breathe past the need to fuck her as hard as he could.

  “Oh, God, I don’t think I can, Jaxon.”

  Her cry added a level of heat that travelled all the way to his toes. He tunnelled into her all the way to the root and he held himself there for a split second before he withdrew and pumped into her repeatedly. Her soft cries grew wilder with each stroke.

  He watched her pant into the cushioned armrest, and with a moan, she rubbed her slim fingers along the fabric and arched her back like a cat. He knew what those warm hands could do to his flesh, had felt them knead his muscles until he’d been helpless to everything she wanted.

  Every inch of her was exquisite punch of sexiness. The contrast of her dark silky stockings to her creamy skin drove him nuts. The way she watched him when he made love to her drove him nuts. Everything about her drove him nuts. He’d gladly stay that way for an eternity, too.

  He spread his hands wide and gripped each cheek firmly. They filled his palms with the sweetest weight. She pushed back into him and he ran a hand up, then back along her slender spine to the heart-shaped curves of her perfect ass. “I love your ass, baby.”

  She sucked in a ragged breath and moaned softly when he slipped his fingers under the garters. He forced his muscles to tighten and leant back, watching his rock-hard erection almost slip free from her before he pumped into her again, starting a pace he could handle. The little bows quivered when he bounced her with his hips, but he breathed slowly, pacing himself to give her everything he could.

  Joey was so limber she could arch her upper body and practically touch her head to her ass when she wanted. He urged her to lift her head and do just that, so he could circle her throat and guide her lips to his. She whimpered against his mouth, but flooded his erection with such wet heat, he knew she loved it. When he couldn’t take the tight pressure a second more, he shifted his legs farther apart to begin pumping into her with slower firmer lunges, knowing exactly how to drive her to orgasm.

  “Oh, Jaxon!” The sound of her passionate cry thrilled him. She was close to coming apart already. He gave her a harder thrust and his sack smacked into her wet flesh. They both groaned.

  “Ah, baby, that’s my girl. You’re dripping wet for me.” Slowly, he released his dominant hold on her neck and turned her head so he could kiss the delicate skin behind her ear.

  “Jaxon, please, oh, babe, I can’t, I want—”

  “Mmm, yeah, you want,” he teased, and rammed in harder on his next thrust. She wailed in response and her body began to tremble against his.

  His neck grew hot, then chilled as sweat beaded along every inch of his body.

  “Slow, slow, baby. Just this once, slow,” he urged her, pulling his hips back to gently enter her again, driving his entire length past her resisting body. His girth spread her like this, and as he watched, turned him on to the point of suffering. Her pussy spread to accept him. He sank deeper and held himself there, breathing shallowly to gain every bit of control he could.

  Joey’s eyes glazed with pleasure. She licked her lips and met his look with a deep, intense passion he knew they shared. “Oh, Jaxon, it’s so good. So good,” she whispered, kneading the chair.

  “Not good enough for you. Let me give you more.” He took hold of her garter belt and began rocking her body back into his. Their bodies slapped together rhythmically, and he growled at how her ass bounced each time his hips slapped into it.

  “Goddamn, hot, so hot, I’m fucking dying here,” he growled. She was so tight and wet around him, with each firm contact of flesh against flesh he grew closer to losing his control. He lifted his leg so he could rest a foot next to her, and began jerking her hips back with his grip on her garter belt a bit harder. His sack started hitting her flesh and the added sensation was too much.

  “Oh, oh, Jaxon, there, there!”

  He dug in his toes and gave her more, steadying his breathing and holding off his own impending orgasm with sheer determination. She sobbed in a breath and as he watched, she opened her mouth on a silent scream and arched her delicate neck, tossing her curls over her face as her body cinched around his so tightly he had to gasp lungfuls of air just to keep his head on straight and not blow on the spot.

  “Beautiful, so beautiful,” he murmured into her neck, keeping his cock tight inside her pussy the way she loved. Her trembles grew until with a cry of his name, she shoved backwards into him in the grip of a harder climax.

  That was all he could take. He bent and bit her shoulder to add her flavour to the sensations pulsing through him. Stars blinked behind his closed eyes and his body jerked uncontrollably with the sudden, harsh blast of his orgasm.

  “Jaxon, oh, yes, yes!”

  He gathered her closer, but couldn’t do more than that. He couldn’t even breathe past the pleasure trapping his body. Every nerve ending was alive. His balls filled his shaft with seed, and with a suddenness that jerked his head back, his cum flooded her body in rough, agonisingly pleasurable spurts.

  Joey stretched tired, wonderfully tender muscles and eased closer to Jaxon on the couch. He chuckled and rubbed his hand over her back, trailing his fingers along her spine, so relaxed he couldn’t do much more. Not that she could either.

  “I think you might have worn me out,” she said, caressing his warm chest.

  He , brushed a kiss over her hair. “Yes, I think I finally have.”

  He sounded so proud, she smiled.

  “Did you eat enough? You barely touched your pasta,” he said, preparing to move and get her something, she knew.

  She settled him with a hand on his chest and shook her head. “I ate more than you.”

  “Oh, I doubt that,” he whispered huskily against her throat. A shiver raced down very much loved areas of her body. The fire crackled, sending sparks out in a pretty display, and the low flames grew larger. Against her thigh, something else grew larger too.

  “Stop that!”

  Jaxon laughed so hard he nearly knocked them both onto the floor. She smiled, watching the way the fire made his dark hair shine and his handsome face soften with shadows. She loved him so much, she found herself often caught up in just watching him.

  With one deeper chuckle, he bent his head and kissed her shoulder, brushing his lips along her skin with a heavy sigh. “It’s hard to resist. I’ve just near
ly passed out from the things you do to me, and still, I can’t seem to get close enough to you.”

  Warmth flooded her chest at his words. She nodded, understanding completely what he meant. The same love tingled through her. He eased his head back on the burgundy-coloured pillow and watched her face. She loved the way the fire reflected in his eyes, making them appear to glow from within. His hair fell over his brow and she pushed it back with a smile. “Will it always be this way?” she asked, curious if this closeness would last their lifetimes. However long those might be, she suddenly thought.

  “A man can dream,” he muttered, but grinned when she cuffed him in the stomach. “What?”

  “Well, how about ‘a couple’ could dream?”

  He laughed harder at that then proved how manly he was by tackling her down and tickling her on the soft throw rug. She ended up under him, with him grinning at her. “You really are chauvinistic, aren’t you?” she asked as he settled on top of her.

  “Damn right, you’re just realising that?” he demanded, kissing her before she could say a word. “And you’re one, hot, sexy babe meant to drive me insane with your damn flirty eyes and soft, sexy body, mmm?”

  She wiggled under him until she found a more comfortable spot, and traced the lines of muscle on his shoulders down to his arms. He had such lovely arms. Big, hard and so amazingly strong. “Oh, my flirty eyes?”

  “And sexy panties. Damn, I love those sexy panties,” he breathed against her neck, making her shiver all over. “All those pretty little things you wear to drive me insane.”

  She giggled so badly he picked her up and carried her to the couch again, kissing her while he tucked her against his body. “Laugh it up.”

  “Oh, Jaxon, I love you. I think we were meant for each other, don’t you?” She turned so she could snuggle against his chest and still watch his face. He pulled a light throw over them and tucked it around her shoulders with a gentleness that made her love for this man fill her nearly to bursting.