by M L Briers
His knee nudged hers apart until he could rub the hard bulge of his length against her clit. The gasp that came from her lips was followed by a bitten off moan of pleasure as he slowly rolled his hips and his length against her. The scent of her arousal filled the air as her channel flooded with wet heat and his nose twitched at it. He longed to bury his face into her sex and feast on her body until she came undone against his tongue.
As she pulled her feet up the bed and her inner thighs ran against his outer ones, he longed for them to be naked; skin on skin, so that he could feel the tingle of her flesh against his. His tongue ran flat against the soft skin of her neck causing her head to push back and turn to the side as her body naturally opened up for more of his touch. He closed his lips against her skin and sucked hard; growling in pleasure as her hips came up from the bed and her sex pressed against his aching length as she searched for more.
He still held her wrists in one large hand but the other roamed down her body until he cupped the weight of one large breast within his palm and thumbed over the hard bud of her nipple and he rolled it until she gave him the softest of moans. He lifted his head and captured her lips, wanting to taste the next moan on his tongue as he pushed in and swept his tongue over hers, tasting and teasing her. His fingers searched for the edge of the fabric at her breast and he pulled it downwards, setting her aching breast free from the confines of her shirt and the lace bra.
Samantha felt the rush of cool air against her heated breast and her body begged for more. The feel of him all around her was enthralling and exciting her body towards a high that she didn’t want to lose. Her body needed it; needed what he was giving her, and when he released her lips and sealed them over that one aching nipple, with the first hard suck that jolted fire into her very womb; she knew that she was more than lost to what he was doing to her.
Submission… No, surrender… Is he proving a point? Do I really care?
She felt his hips lift from her; taking away the pressure against her sex and making her hips come up in search of it again. It wasn’t his hips that she found, but his hand that he’d worked beneath her skirt and between her legs, and her heart pounded with excitement when his fingers pushed down inside the silken fabric and his palm cupped her mound. He waited for what felt like an eternity as he gave her the chance to deny him access to her body.
The moment that she moved her hips in search of his touch he ran his fingers against the wet heat of her folds and suckled hard against her breast. The sound that left her lips was pure unadulterated sex to his ears and he couldn’t help but push one long, thick finger inside her channel in the hopes of hearing it again. He wasn’t disappointed.
Samantha could no more control the way that her hips were wantonly pushing up against his hand than she could the moan that his touch brought to her lips. Every inch of her body felt more alive than it had ever felt before. She was more than willingly surrendering to his touch; she was seeking it out, revelling in the feel of it, and rejoicing as her body was taken further and faster towards the edge of sanity than she had ever known.
The feel of his lips suctioned around her flesh; his teeth grating against her nipple, and his tongue licking over the aching bud, pulled and tugged like the actions inside her womb. That one thick digit that he rimmed inside her, along with the pad of his thumb against her sensitive clit was just not enough; her body cried out for more. As if he’d read her mind he added another finger and stretched her tightening inner muscles around them, curling against the upper wall until her body jolted when he found the corresponding bunch of sensitive nerves that matched where his thumb was stroking.
She bit out a dark curse, or maybe several as her body climbed higher. The knot within her tightened until she couldn’t think of anything else, and the sudden release of his mouth against her breast and the rush of cool air that swept against it felt delectable. Then his tongue ran up her neck and towards her ear and her inner muscles tightened harder around his fingers.
“Surrender, not submission…” He whispered on a hearty growl against her flesh and a long shiver ran through her body at the same time as his fingers spend her on. She cursed again; he was holding her just on the edge of that precipice and she so desperately wanted to be thrown into oblivion.
“Yes.” She understood now…
“Mine…” He growled his claim against her ear.
‘Mine.’ His beast echoed inside him.
“Yes…” She knew that there could be no other way. From the moment he’d touched her she was lost to him. The feel of his tongue running down over the curve of her neck towards her shoulder meant only one thing, and in some small corner of her mind she recognised what he was about to do and accepted it.
Dexter couldn’t hold his beast back a moment longer. His canines pushed down and locked into place and he thrust a third finger inside her tight walls and took her over the edge on a guttural moan of pleasure that stuck inside her throat and made his length twitch with need. He pressed his fangs against her skin and felt the gentle pop as they entered her flesh; she gasped even in the midst of her release at the slight pain that went through her body and only added to the hard throb of the orgasm that tore through her.
The first taste of her blood was exquisite against his tongue. His beast roared within him as they staked their claim on her and marked her for all to see as theirs. He released his fangs from her flesh and savoured every last drop of her blood as he ran his tongue over the wounds, cleaning and sealing them into her flesh. She was his and he would die to protect her whether she liked it or not.
He released her hands and she slowly dragged them down the bed. Her eyes were still closed; her face was flushed and her lips looked swollen from his kisses, and he couldn’t remember ever seeing a more beautiful woman in his lifetime. As her breathing evened out he traced his fingertips down her cheek and she pried open her eyes and gazed up at him.
“Why did you stop?” She sounded suitably breathless and he couldn’t help but smile down at her.
“I didn’t stop…” He offered back to her and saw her brow furrow.
“If you’re inside me then you’re a lot more stealthy than I gave you credit for.” She teased and he bit out a chuckle. She could feel the hard pressed of his bulge against her inner thigh and cursed the fabric of his jeans that separated them.
“I can assure you, when I’m inside you; you’re going to know it.” She didn’t doubt his words for an instant.
“And when will that be.” Just checking…
“When you want me.”
“I…” Do… She bit off the last word. It’s not like I’m going to beg him or anything…
“That’s what I thought.” He took her muted response for confirmation that she wasn’t ready. He pushed up and off of her and she so desperately wanted to reach out and yank him back against her body, but by the time her mind confirmed that course of action he was already walking towards the bedroom door.
“There’s food ready for you if you’re hungry.” He tossed over his shoulder and she bit down on a curse that rolled through her mind and balanced on the knife edge of her tongue. There was no doubting that she could eat; he’d certainly given her an appetite, but she’d much rather have the taste of him on her tongue.
She pushed up onto her elbows on the bed and frowned at the thought of what had happened between them. The warmth of her embarrassment flooded her cheeks and she grimaced at the thought of going out there to come face to face with the man who had given her the best orgasm of her life to date, and then just walked away and left her to her own devices. He’d said she wasn’t ready…
She pushed up and shimmied across the bed. Her feet hit the floor and a spark ignited within her as she stomped across the bedroom and out into the large open plan living room of the cabin. Her eyes locked onto his broad back as he sat on the stool at the kitchen counter and all but ignored her.
“So on top of everything else you’re a bloody mind reader?” She had her ha
nds on her hips when he tossed a look at her over his shoulder. The scowl on her face and her stance commanded his attention and he turned on the stool towards her and narrowed his eyes as he took her in.
“And what’s got your goat now, woman?” He growled out with half a mind on teasing her. Bad move. One of her hands left her hip and she flicked her wrist towards him. The stool that he was sitting on was whipped away from beneath his backside and he almost didn’t right himself in time to keep upright. “Damn it to hell, but you’ve got a mean streak.” He growled out as he pulled himself up to his full height and stalked across the room towards her.
CHAPTER SIX
“Better get used to that if…” Samantha was off of her feet and back over his shoulder in a heartbeat, with a shriek of surprise and a curse following hard on its heels as she took in the sight of his backside. She slapped her palms against it and gave him a little jolt of her magic.
Dexter yelped with shock and tossed her up and away from his body. Catching her under the arms he dropped her unceremoniously onto her feet and pressed her up against the nearest wall with his hips as he reached for her hands and slammed them up above her head so that she couldn’t zap him again. He growled with annoyance as she slowly lifted her chin up in defiance and her baby blue eyes flared with anger and desire.
“I liked you better when you were breathless and soft beneath me…” He growled out; poking the bear and waiting for her response.
“And yet you left me wanting more…” She bit out and his lower jaw almost hit his chest as he stared back at her. His jaw snapped shut when her eyes flared again. He could scent her arousal and yet he thought it was for what they had already shared not what she wanted from him.
“Y-o-u…?” He started and a slow sexy grin moved over her face.
“Oh look who just caught up.” She taunted him and he growled in a way that she’d never heard before. It was akin to a promise of what was to come. His hands released hers and were instantly peeling the clothes from her body, uncovering her with a haste that took her breath away. “Are we late for something?” She chuckled and his hungry eyes snapped up to hers.
“Only for the feel of your skin against mine, I promise.” He growled out unrepentant at his actions and unwilling to slow down even once he had her naked, and then started on his own clothes. She couldn’t argue with that logic as the sight of his hard muscled body was revealed with the shrug off of his shirt and then the hard push of his jeans down his thick sinewy legs.
She swallowed hard at the sight of him. The man was an Adonis, with a sculpted body that she couldn’t wait to run her fingers or her tongue over. Then she swallowed down again at the sight of his erection; thick and hard as steel as it stood away from his body and begged for her attention. A moment later and she was on her knees in front of him, fisting his length in her hand and without ceremony she’d closed her lips around it and pushed down to the sound of a very sexy growl that was torn from his chest.
Dexter’s hands palmed the wall in front of him in an attempt to keep his knees from buckling beneath him and ending up a lump of heated flesh on the floor. One moment he was stretching up from thrusting his jeans down his legs and his eyes locked on her hungry ones and the next he was looking at an empty wall where his mate had been standing and feeling the most intense jolt of pleasure straight to his balls as she sucked at his cock. His heart warned him that it might never work again, a moment before she sucked hard up his length and he gulped in a breath as his heart tried to violently escape his chest.
He bit out a hard curse as his eyes snapped downwards to the sight of his beautiful mate pushing back down his length and trying to swallow him whole. His eyes practically rolled back in his head at the feel of her tight throat around the head of his cock. He grunted hard; his hands fisted against the wall as he tried to keep from shooting his seed down the back of her throat. He tore his body back from her and gulped down a breath to steady himself.
“You didn’t enjoy that?” His eyes snapped to her and the look on her face was priceless, sheer glee at almost bringing him to his knees and nearly causing him to unman himself inside her mouth.
“Too damn much.” He growled out as he reached down for her and swept her up into his arms.
“And that’s a bad thing?” She teased as he strolled towards the bed.
“Today it is…” He tossed her into the middle of the mattress and watched her bounce with a hearty shriek of surprise. The sight of her breasts bouncing made his length twitch and a hearty growl roll through his chest.
“You sure know how to treat a lady…” She bit out as she started to push up onto her elbows and found him crawling towards her on his hands and knees. The sight of his dark hungry eyes locked onto her made her swallow down hard; he looked like a predator and her heart bounced off her ribs and spluttered before kicking hard again.
“You object…” He started but saw the mischief on her face as she shook her head on a chuckle.
“I’m not a lady…” She dug her heels into the bed and pushed upwards away from him. If he wanted her he was going to have to come and get her. Of course, he had no intention of that.
One large hand reached out and wrapped around her ankle, with one good yank she was halfway down the bed towards him, but that wasn’t his end game. As that hand released her ankle and travelled up to her knees so the other hand clamped down on her other leg and he pushed her legs backwards against the cushion of her breasts. Opened wide to his gaze he took her in a moment before he dipped his head and ran his tongue up her inner thigh and finally over her sex.
He tossed her legs over his broad shoulders and slid his hands under her luscious backside to lift her slightly from the bed. Then he buried his face into her sex and devoured her like a starving man. Her eyes rolled in her head and she fisted the covers either side of her hips as she moaned and gasped when he hit all the right places.
She might have had him close to the edge in record time but he was surely returning the favour. Every inch of her body tensed hard in anticipation of what was to come as he took her over the edge and growled with the satisfaction of her taste. He couldn’t bring himself to let her go, lost in her body until he felt that hard tug and twist of his hair as she yanked hard.
Reluctantly he lifted his head and his eyes locked onto her baby blues; hooded, but hungry with desire. A deep growl rolled through his chest at the sight of her luscious body all laid out for him. He gently shucked her legs from his shoulders and pushed up onto all fours, and those dark eyes roamed over her body in the same way that he crawled up and over her, every inch the predator.
“Something that you need sweetheart?” His wolfish grin made her heart skip a beat or two.
“Just you inside me, if it’s not too much trouble…” She had a mischievous grin that sent his pulse racing. He dipped his head and captured one hard nipple in his mouth, nipping and sucking hard as his eyes watched the way she drew in a hard breath and practically rolled her eyes within her head.
“My pleasure.” He growled out with the bud still between his blunt teeth. He dragged the flesh backwards until it ran out from between his teeth with the kind of a dopey smile that warmed her. He fisted his length in one large hand and teased her sex with the tip, and when she squirmed; looking for more, he pushed inside her channel and felt the silken walls encase him.
Both of his hands palmed the bed either side of her head as he caged her in. All she could see was him as his body blocked out everything else in the room; not that she was looking around her, she was too intent on those dark eyes of his that held her entranced as he pushed his hips slowly towards hers, taking her down his length and groaning with pleasure at the tight squeeze of her body around his cock. He saw her eyes flare at the point where her mind and body told her that she couldn’t take anymore of him.
“Open for me, baby. Take every last inch…” He dipped his head and ran his tongue across the mark that he’d placed in her shoulder, before he closed his lips
and sucked hard. Her body opened as if by sheer magic and he took her to the hilt. The sound of her sweet moan went straight to his balls and she could have reached out a hand and stroked them as the sensation rolled through him.
Samantha felt the frustration leave her body. Having him buried deep inside her was the missing piece in the puzzle that her mind and body had struggled to comprehend. She felt a sense of peace, of completion… until he drew back and pushed in once more and the basic instinct for more took over her senses.
“Tell me again how you’re mine.” He growled against her lips.
“You’re mine.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief and yet those words did more to spark a fire within him than if she’d just complied with his request.
“Forever, Sammy.” His promise was a heady mixture of devotion and reverence that caused her pulse to race and her body to ratchet up a notch on the excitable scale of one to a billion.
Everything about him screamed sex and satisfaction, pleasure and fulfilment. The hard toned muscles encased in soft skin that made hers tingle wherever he touched was enough to send waves of lust and desire through her, and the feel of his length stroking back and forth was more than enough to promise her needs would be fulfilled. She couldn’t get enough of the man.
It was as if a switch had been thrown within her mind. Fate had put them together and now that she’d had a taste of him she knew that she couldn’t let him go. Not willingly, not ever.
“I want to know every inch of you, mind, body and soul.” She stamped her possession of him as her nails raked up his back.
“You will, sweetheart. When we bond we’ll share everything.” He reached behind him and captured her hands, pushing them down above her head on the bed and holding them there with one large hand as his hips moved faster against hers. She’d started a chain reaction within him when she’d clawed at his skin that couldn’t be reversed now, but he could at least stop her from hyping his beast up even more with those damn talons.
