That’s how he knew what he felt for Sabrina was special. In all the long centuries he’d been alive, he’d never once deviated from his path as warrior of the Lady. But now, now he wanted Sabrina as his own. Surely, if they survived the coming hours, the Lady would grant him the time to spend with Sabrina.
The thought of her dying and leaving him alone in the world pierced his heart. He threw back his head and howled his anger and sorrow. Only moments before, she’d been pushing him away. Now she slid her hands to his shoulders and locked them around his neck.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Her genuine concern humbled him. He should leave her alone. It wasn’t fair to her to get physically and emotionally involved, not before the threat was ended.
But right or wrong, Arand needed Sabrina more than he needed his next breath. “I must have you.” He cupped the back of her neck and dragged her mouth to his. The kiss wasn’t light or playful. It was all-consuming and deep.
Their tongues dueled and teeth clinked as he struggled to get closer. He couldn’t get deep enough. He slanted his face and tilted her head so they fit together better. His breath was hers as they battled for supremacy. Arand wasn’t sure who won, but when they parted, they were both struggling for breath.
“This is insane,” she gasped.
“I know.” He kissed her again. This time he allowed his hands to roam up and down her lithe frame. He caressed her arms, her shoulders and spine. It wasn’t enough, would never be enough.
He gripped the edge of her shirt and shoved it upward, exposing her smooth stomach and her lace-covered breasts. The impediment blocking him from her lush breasts had to go. He willed the nail of one finger to morph into a claw. Using it carefully, he slit the front of her bra open, careful not to damage her skin.
Arand breathed a sigh of relief when the lace parted and he could cup the two mounds of flesh. Her nipples stabbed at his palms. There was no denying the evidence. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
His wolf howled with pleasure as Arand continued to kiss her. He pulled away from her lips and kissed his way down her jaw and up to her ear. Three silver hoops hung from the lobe. Unlike the Loup Garou of legend, he wasn’t the least bit bothered by silver. He nibbled on the lobe, tugging the loops with his teeth. Sabrina moaned, her body struggling to get closer to his.
He would have her, but not here, not out in the open. He wanted to strip her naked and spread her across a bed where she’d be comfortable and he’d have time to taste and touch her everywhere.
“Give yourself to me.” He used his thumbs and forefingers to gently tug on her distended nipples. He inhaled deeply, drawing her spicy scent into his lungs. She was aroused. There was no mistaking the sweet perfume of her cream. He knew if he dragged down her pants and thrust his fingers between her thighs she’d be hot and wet.
He gripped the side of her neck with his mouth, carefully scraping his sharp teeth over the sensitive flesh. She shuddered and gave a soft cry of longing.
“Sabrina?” He could easily take her. Her body was ripe for the claiming. But he wanted more. He wanted her with him emotionally. He wanted her to want him as much as he did her. He wanted more than her body. He wanted her very soul.
Arand wanted her to belong to him in every way a woman could belong to a man. And he wanted to belong to her in the same manner.
How had his fellow warriors felt about the women who’d released them? Was this a product of their being bound together by the curse or was it something more? And why had Hades been so quiet? It was as though he was toying with them, letting them think they were safe.
But Arand knew better. He expected Hades was giving them time to bond so Arand would be more likely to bargain for her life. He could have told the devil it was a waste of time. He’d do anything to save Sabrina, including giving his life for her. But he would not bargain with Hades. That way led to nothing but torture for all times. Hades could not be trusted. Better they both die than end up in his clutches.
She moved her lips over his, using her tongue to tease his. He forgot all about the curse. None of those other things mattered, only Sabrina and what was happening between them.
When he was with her, he felt stronger, more powerful. It was as though she somehow recharged him after years of being starved for companionship and touch.
He released her breasts and gripped her braid in one hand, yanking her head back until she was looking at him. “Tell me you want me,” he commanded. “Tell me I can have you.”
She stared at him for the longest time, her green eyes mysterious and filled with wisdom far beyond her years. “Yes.”
Chapter Twelve
Arand’s dark-black eyes seemed to swallow her whole as she stared at him. He tightened his grip on her hair and he tugged, not to the point of pain, but there was no denying his dominance. His lips were parted slightly, giving her a glimpse of white, sharp teeth. Every muscle in his body was taut with expectation.
Then he swore and slammed his mouth back down on hers. Heat, glorious heat, filled her as he claimed her mouth. She clung to him, scoring her fingernails on his shoulders and back as she struggled to get closer to him. Insanity or not, she had to have him.
She rubbed her bare breasts against his massive chest, her nipples puckering into tight buds of desire. He cupped her ass and pulled her hard against his groin. His hard shaft pulsed and his heat scorched her even through her jeans.
A light breeze wafted over her arms, a reminder they were still outside, exposed, vulnerable. She tore her mouth from his. “Inside.” She panted, desperately trying to catch her breath.
He hoisted her into his arms and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His eyes never left her, but he said nothing as he stepped into the house and kicked the door shut. She heard the sound of the lock catching.
He turned and carried her down the short hallway into her bedroom. It hadn’t changed much since she’d left it to go live in the city. Granny had kept it the same, telling her she always had a home here.
Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them back before they could fall. She missed her granny something awful. Wished she could talk to her about everything she was experiencing and feeling.
Arand stopped beside the bed. “What’s wrong?”
She should have known she couldn’t hide anything from him. Unlike most men, Arand seemed to be very much in tune with her emotional state of mind. She shook her head. “Nothing.” She wanted to forget the sad memories and cling to the hot, mindless pleasure that he gave her.
His heavy sigh ruffled the top of her hair. “You are lying. Have you changed your mind?”
His muscles were like iron around her, but she knew he’d release her if she said yes. But that would be a lie. “I was thinking about my granny and how much I miss her.” She caught Arand’s face between her palms, memorizing every harsh masculine plane of his face. “Never doubt I want you.”
Arand released her and she let her legs slide down his flanks until she was standing in front of him. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Her bra was ruined so it didn’t take her long to be rid of it. Naked from the waist up, she felt his hot gaze on her.
A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest and then he dropped to his knees in front of her. He plucked open the button of her jeans before lowering the zipper. Sabrina shifted impatiently, wanting to be as naked as he was.
Arand was all bronzed flesh and thick, sharply delineated muscle. Every inch of him was perfectly proportioned. Sabrina licked her lips as she glanced down to catch a glimpse of his cock. That too was perfect—long and thick. Her inner muscles clenched hard, demanding she take him into her.
He skimmed his hands inside her jeans, inserting them beneath the silky barrier of her panties. He brushed his callused fingertips over her butt, bringing a moan from deep inside her. “Hurry,” she encouraged.
He gave another growl and shoved both jeans and panties down un
til they were around her ankles. “Lift.” His voice was guttural and almost unrecognizable. This was no mere man asking her to strip for him. This was an immortal shapeshifting warrior.
Sabrina lifted her foot and allowed him to pull off her shoe, sock and clothing. Then he did the same to the other side. Naked, she stood before him. His face was level with her stomach and he leaned in and sniffed her skin. “You are aroused.”
Heat crept up her face. There was no way to hide that from him. Not that she wanted to, but it was a bit weird to know he could smell whenever she was aroused. She’d never have any secrets around Arand.
And she was doing it again. Thinking long term when all they had was now.
She ran her fingers though his shaggy black and gray hair, loving the softness and how it fell around his shoulders. “Yes, I’m aroused.”
“Spread your legs.”
His command excited her and she widened her stance. He buried his face between her thighs and licked. A broken cry escaped her as her eyes practically rolled back in her head. His tongue lapped at her pussy before delving into her slit. “Arand.” She gripped his hair tighter, feeling totally off-balance.
He growled, sat back and pushed her. She fell, arms pinwheeling as she hit the mattress behind her. Arand grabbed her legs and pulled until her butt was on the edge of the bed and her thighs were draped over his shoulders.
“Mine,” he announced before he used his clever tongue to lap at her clit. The swollen bundle of nerves all but exploded at his touch.
“Yes. God, yes.” She dug her heels into his back as her hips pistoned upward, trying to get closer to him. But he wasn’t done tasting her yet, and traveled his tongue over every inch of her pussy, stroking and teasing until she thought she’d go mad.
She gripped the bedclothes, her fingers tearing at the quilt. Her body arched to meet his touch. He gave a low rumble just as he closed his lips around her clit once again. Light exploded behind her eyelids like the Fourth of July. She cried out, giving herself over to him, trusting him to keep her safe.
Cream seeped from her sheath and he lapped at it with his tongue. Lungs aching, totally spent, she pushed at him. “Enough.” Her body was too sensitive to take any more.
He pulled away, his black eyes boring into her. “It will never be enough.”
He slowly released her legs, letting them slide over the side of the bed until her feet hit the floor. Her legs were sprawled wide open, but she didn’t quite have enough energy to do anything about that yet.
Arand slowly stood, his cock hard, the top of it slick with need. Sabrina licked her lips and he growled. She pushed herself into a seated position and stroked a single finger up his shaft from the base to the tip. His hips bucked and his penis seemed to grow even larger.
Sabrina wrapped her hand around him and stroked, letting her thumb circle the broad head, spreading the moisture that seeped from the tip. Arand threw back his head, parted his lips, the thick chords of his neck straining.
A light sheen of sweat covered his torso and his lungs worked hard to pull air into them. She knew exactly how he felt. She was finding it difficult to breathe too.
Her skin tingled all over and she could already feel the familiar anticipation growing within her. She’d just had an amazing orgasm, but she was aroused again. Arand was so magnificent that she couldn’t help but be affected.
He cupped the back of her neck and pushed her forward. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. She could practically feel the heat coming off his body the closer she got to him. He smelled hot too, musky and male, a combination that sent her libido soaring.
She parted her lips and snaked her tongue over the flared head of his penis, swirling it around. He fisted his hand in her braid again and held her to him. Smiling to herself at his obvious show of possession, she trailed her tongue down his shaft.
A sound much like a snarl filled the room. Sabrina glanced up at him and found him watching her, lips parted, teeth bared.
“Do not tease me any longer.”
Her wolf was at the end of his tether. She could see it in his eyes—dark and wild. His features were taut with sexual desire and need, for her.
She opened her mouth and slowly took the tip of his cock inside. He was larger than any man she’d ever had sex with before and it took her a moment to adjust. He flexed his hips the tiniest bit, pushing another inch into her mouth. There was no way she could take all of him, so she fisted her hand around the base of his shaft while she took what she could.
Using her tongue and teeth, she teased his hot shaft, loving the way it pulsed and bucked beneath her touch. The sounds he made were animalistic and raw and they made her pussy ache and her breasts long for his touch.
Madness. This was utter madness. But she no longer cared.
Moisture leaked from the tip of his cock and she lapped it up. He tasted spicy and salty and she liked it.
His shaft swelled beneath her mouth and hands, the thick vein running up the underside pulsed wildly. She reached between his legs and cupped his heavy sac.
Arand snarled, the sound ferocious and wild. She should have been terrified, but instead she found it a complete turn-on. Lightly, she scored her nails over his testicles. Arand pulled back and he popped out of her mouth. His cock was gleaming, wet from her mouth and his arousal.
He didn’t speak. He simply picked her up and laid her face down on the bed. “On your knees.” He helped her so she was positioned on her hands and knees, then he moved in behind her.
Arand’s vision had contracted until all he could see was Sabrina. He was on sensory overload and knew this was dangerous. Their enemy was still out there somewhere, waiting to attack. He sent out a flash of power from deep within him, psychically commanding the animals of the swamp to warn him if anyone approached.
He should stop, but knew he wouldn’t.
The sweet scent of Sabrina’s arousal teased his nostrils until he knew his cock would explode at any moment. The feel of her warm mouth around his shaft, teasing and touching him had tested the limits of his control and patience. Now it was at an end.
She was kneeling on the bed, her rounded ass up in the air, exposing her hot, wet pussy to him. He couldn’t stop. Not even for the devil himself.
He struggled to control his breathing, taking one deep breath and letting it out slowly. It didn’t help. All it did was fill his lungs with her delectable perfume. His cock flexed impatiently and his wolf howled inside him.
He was blessed and silently thanked the Lady for her role in getting him to this moment. It was the Lady’s curse that had kept him out of Hell and allowed Sabrina to find and free him. Without that, he wouldn’t be here with her now.
And this moment was perfect.
He cupped her ass, marveling at her smooth skin. He leaned in and lightly scraped his teeth over the firm flesh. She gasped and he caught a whiff of fresh arousal. His cock jerked in response. He longed to have the time to explore her properly, to take hours to taste and touch her everywhere.
Later, he promised himself. When this was over, he was taking her to bed for at least a week. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel this gnawing need for her in his gut. Maybe.
He positioned himself inside her spread thighs and guided the head of his cock to her pussy, rubbing it over the slick folds. She cried out when he bumped her clit, her entire body shuddered. He watched as goose bumps raced down her back and a sense of satisfaction filled him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He teased her slick folds with his cock until she was panting and calling out his name. Only then did he position himself at her slit and push inside. There was some initial resistance, but he continued to push until the broad head was inside her. Sabrina was panting hard, her body quivering beneath his.
Arand cupped her breasts in his palms, loving their firm weight and the way her tight nipples stabbed against his skin.
“Relax.” He used his voice and hands to try to soothe her as he pushed his cock
into her tight sheath. Her vaginal muscles rippled around him, clutching him so hard he could swear he saw stars.
Pulling air into his lungs, he continued to forge his way into her until he was seated to the hilt with her totally surrounding him in her wet heat.
Home. It felt as though he was home.
She gave a small cry and shifted beneath him and his head practically exploded. Need consumed him and he began to pump his hips, flexing them slowly at first and then faster. He fucked her hard and fast, short, quick thrusts that made his blood burn. His testicles pulled up tight against his body, a sign that time was running out.
He slid one hand down her stomach to the notch of her thighs and found her clit with his forefinger. She cried out the second he touched it and her channel tightened around his shaft.
“Come for me.” He couldn’t find his release until he knew she’d found hers. As her male, it was his duty and honor to see to her needs. She had to come for him.
Muscles straining, body burning, Arand pumped in and out of her hot depths. “Sabrina.” He roared her name, felt the telltale spasming of her pussy. She cried out as she came, her inner muscles clamping down hard on his cock.
His balls clenched and his orgasm shot up his shaft, filling her. Hips pistoning, lungs burning, he threw back his head and howled. The base of his shaft swelled, locking him inside her. Arand leaned down and gripped the back of her neck with his teeth, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough so she couldn’t get away from him.
Arand wasn’t just pouring himself sexually into Sabrina. He was giving her his heart and soul. His cock jerked and pulsed as he continued to flow into her, his orgasm seemingly unending.
He clamped his sharp teeth down on her neck, keeping her pinned to the mattress. Arand’s large body surrounded her and his cock had her stretched to the limits. Her orgasm was so powerful it was almost painful. She sensed his desperation and some other emotion she couldn’t quite nail down.
She knew she was in deep trouble. She might have only known Arand for a matter of hours, but he already had her heart. Stupid, absolutely, but there was no way to stop it from happening. All she could do was keep it to herself so he wouldn’t feel guilty when he had to leave her. That’s even assuming they survived the day.
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