Prime Target

by Monette Michaels

  He was a magnificent specimen of masculinity. From the breadth of his shoulders and chest to his narrow hips and then down long legs, his body was leanly muscled and cut. And he was highly aroused.

  The head of his cock was deep purple in color. His shaft was dark red and the veins, prominent. Glistening drops of precum coated the glans.

  Susa licked her lips, remembering how his cock filled her mouth, how he tasted—all salt and spice.

  “Bring that cock to me. Let me give you some relief.” Yeah, that sounded demanding, but he’d been erect or semi-erect since the orgasms they’d shared that morning. He had to be in pain. He deserved his ease. She could wait.

  “Not yet, love.” Damon’s words held a warning note not to push him—that he was in charge. “When I come for the first time tonight, it will be inside you.” He approached the bed. “You’ll have many opportunities to suck my dick later. Open your legs for me. Let me see what’s mine.”

  Susa slowly moved her legs and then stopped when her knees were about six centimeters apart. A silent invitation to play.

  Damon shook his head. “Minx. Open them farther. Or do you require my help?”

  She smothered a giggle threatening to erupt. “Help, please.”

  His responding snort sounded suspiciously like a cut-off laugh. To her relief, his aura read as amused. It turned out he also liked to play. If she hadn’t already been head-over-heels-in-love with him, she’d have fallen right then and there. She couldn’t ever remember being able to laugh with a sexual partner.

  “It will be my pleasure.” Damon crawled onto the bed and positioned himself at her feet. He gently spread her legs open. For several seconds, he knelt there and ran his smoldering gaze up and down the length of her legs and finally zeroed in on the juncture of her thighs.

  Susa strained not to wiggle her hips at him as he stared at her pussy covered only by sheer black silk. Her folds grew wetter with his attention. She ached for—needed his touch.

  “Damon … please.” She finally gave in and lifted her hips in supplication.

  “Not yet.” He stroked the length of her legs from her ankles to the crease between her thighs and her mound, meticulously covering each millimeter of skin. He always stopped just short of her pussy.

  “Damon?” Her legs quivered from his attention and she grabbed the scrolled metal headboard so she wouldn’t reach for him.

  “Patience, love. You’re doing so well.” He petted the side of her hip. “I want to lock this moment in my memory.” He paused as if searching for what he wanted to say. “You … us as a couple, I never thought to have this. Now that we’re here, I want to savor each second of our coming together.”

  The joy his words brought threatened to overwhelm her. “I feel the same. I love you so very much.”

  “Let me show you how much I treasure you.” He smiled as he slowly moved each leg farther apart. “Keep them there.”

  He crawled between her legs. The hair on his thighs brushed against her over-stimulated skin and added to the excruciating pleasure of her ever-heightening arousal.

  Damon massaged the inside of her thighs. Each stroke of his fingers had her mewling and twisting with need. “You’re very responsive. I like it.” His lips curved in a sensuous smile as yet again he stopped just short of touching her where she needed it most.

  Susa whimpered. “Please.”

  “Unh-uh.” He ripped the silken panty from her and then with his thumbs soothed the marks the elastic had made.

  His touch made her shiver and her folds grew wetter with her cream.

  “Just look at you.” He fingered her curls, then with a single fingertip lightly traced her wet folds. Just enough to make her clit ache, but not enough to assuage her need to come. “So beautiful. All swollen and wet—ready for my cock. After I feast.”

  Finally. “Oh Blessed One, yes.”

  He backed away from her pussy until he reached her feet. His gaze fixed on her, he lifted one foot to his lips and kissed the inside of her ankle.

  Who knew ankles were an erogenous zone? His kisses and nibbles on the sensitive bone gave her chill bumps.

  Then he began giving the same treatment to her toes. She sighed, moaned, and pleaded, as he slowly and in great detail paid attention to all ten digits. After which, he treated her arches to long, slow licks of his tongue. And his gaze never left her face.

  Gripping the headboard even harder, Susa whimpered her need. With each teasing touch, she squirmed against the silky sheets. Every caress of his lips and tongue bumped up the pressure building in her clit. He was tormenting her with pleasure.

  She bit her lip against a demand for him to take her now—fast, rough, hard—and feast later. He wanted to gift her something no man had ever given her—he wanted to worship her. How could she take this moment in time away from either of them?

  The Prime mate-bond was grounded in balance and aimed for a complete partnership in all aspects of their lives. They’d have a lot of years to make love together. Sometimes the lovemaking would be more for him, others, for her. But always their physical expression of love would serve to strengthen their bond.

  As Damon continued to pay loving attention to her feet and ankles, Susa sensed the spiritual connection between them weaving together ever more tightly, drawing them together. Her lover wouldn’t be able to deny the instinctual demand to claim her for much longer.

  Again, he seemed to read her thoughts. “We’ll get there.”

  He rubbed his beard-shadowed jaw over the delicate skin of her ankle bone. The action tickled. When he licked over the slight redness his bristled jaw had left, she shivered as echoes of his actions whispered up her leg to her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched around an aching emptiness that only his cock could fill.

  Damon gave her other ankle the same treatment and the response seemed to treble in strength. Arching upward, her eyes closed in concentration, she sought the glimmering peak just out of her reach and found nothing. She collapsed back to the bed and moaned in frustration.

  “So responsive and I haven’t even gotten to the good bits yet.” He extended a hand and swept a finger around her labia, spreading the creamy wetness. “Watch me, love.” His demand drew her gaze to his hand as he dipped his finger, for one infinitesimal second, into her slit.

  She clenched around his finger, but couldn’t hold it inside her. She blew out a frustrated breath.

  Taking the finger back to his mouth, he sucked on it. “Mmm. Such tasty sweetness.” He hummed with pleasure. “I could eat you up and never get enough.” He swept his finger inside her opening, another quick in-and-out, and took even more of her cream to his mouth.

  “Damon—” His name came out as a breathy whine. “You’re torturing me, lubho.”

  She never whined, or at least she’d never had before Damon. But then, no one had ever taken the time to push her limits before.

  Damon was such a tease. He was also demonstrating he was the boss in the bedroom.

  “I’m torturing myself also.” He lightly scraped his teeth across the ball of her foot.

  Susa hissed as even the slight pain morphed into pleasure and heightened her need to come.

  “The end result will be worth it,” he promised, massaging away the lingering hurt with his thumb.

  There was the difference from her previous sexual experiences. Damon was a full partner in their joining. If she suffered, so would he. When the pleasure came, they’d share it together.

  By the time he finished sensitizing her skin with his teeth and tongue, from her feet to her thighs, from her breasts to her navel, Susa was boneless with a surfeit of pleasure. Even if Damon had told her she could move, she wouldn’t have been able. And her ability to speak had devolved to the point her only recognizable words were “please” and “Damon.”

  When her demon lover finally licked a path to the juncture between one inner thigh and her pussy, then teethed a pussy lip, she cried out as a small ripple of pleasure rolled over her body.
And left her aching even more.

  Tightening her thighs about his head, she held him in place and thrust upward to meet his mouth in a silent demand for more.

  “No.” He nudged her thigh with the side of his head and waited.

  “Please … please.”

  When he didn’t continue, she blew out a breath. Grumbling “Stubborn alpha-male” under her breath, she moved her thighs away from his head.

  Damon growled, “Stubborn little Angel,” and then scraped his teeth over her clit.

  The abrasion of her highly sensitized clit had her crying out, a thin, high wail. The swollen bundle of nerves tightened to the point of pain and then burst with pleasure pushing her up the incline toward a peak that was still unreachable.

  “Please, please—” She tossed her head from side-to-side and held onto the headboard for dear life.

  When Damon moved away from her pussy, she screamed, “No!”

  She struggled to rise, to pull him back, but before she could, he moved to the end of the bed.

  “Let go of the headboard, love.” Going to his knees, he pulled her body toward the end of the bed until her hips were on the edge. He then placed her knees over his shoulder. Holding her hips steady, he began to eat her out. This time there were no tentative licks or touches, but full out licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking.

  “Damon!” Clutching the sheets beneath her, Susa arched until the only portion of her body remaining on the bed was her head, shoulders, and arms. With each nibble, lick, and kiss, Damon drove her ever upward toward a climax she was sure would destroy her.

  Finally, she teetered on the edge of a precipice where pleasure met pain. It was excruciating—until it wasn’t. As the first orgasmic wave crashed over her, she chanted over and over, “Damon! Please.”

  Susa didn’t know what she was begging for. More? Less? At this point, her body was no longer hers to command. He had taken over, and she could only go where he led.

  As he concentrated on her clit, he added a finger into her spasming pussy, adding more fuel to the conflagration sweeping over her body and drawing out the orgasm. All she could do was tremble, gasp, and pray to survive the onslaught of pleasure laying waste to her senses.

  When her orgasm began to subside to shallow ripples, Damon added another finger alongside the one still stroking her vaginal walls and with a curling motion stimulated a spongy area. “Go again, Angel. Now.”

  “Damon, no,” she gasped as over-stimulated nerves threatened to explode.

  “Yes.” He nipped her clitoral hood, then licked and suckled her distended clit until the pleasure-scales tipped once more.

  This time, when she peaked, her soul took flight onto an alternate plane where it bobbed for several seconds on currents of pleasure until she fell back into her sweaty, shuddering body.

  “Diew, please. No more,” she whispered, her voice strained from all the screaming she’d done. “Lubho, give me your cock—please?”

  Damon didn’t answer. Instead, he placed her legs gently on the bed and then moved her body upward until she was once again in the center of the mattress. Covering her now-chilled body with his warm one, he braced himself over her on one forearm. His cock twitched against her mound.

  He was so close to where she needed him. She moved a hand to position his cock at her entrance.

  Damon growled. “Stop.”

  Frowning, she looked at his face. His pupils were so dilated she could only see a thin circle of blue. His high cheekbones were flushed. His expression was wild with his hunger. He needed her. Yet he gave her a stern look.

  “Why?”

  “I’m not done claiming.”

  His words were a low rumble in her bones and set off a mini-climax. He clasped the hand that still hovered over his cock and kissed the palm and placed it back over her head. “Hold onto the headboard. You can play with my cock later.”

  “Damon—” His name came out as a huff of exasperation, but whatever else she might have said was cut off when he traced a circle around one furled nipple with a calloused fingertip. The feeling was amazing. But when he pinched the bud between his finger and thumb, she cried out, “Ahh!”

  The sharp bite of pain mainlined to her clit, and just that quickly, Damon had thrust her toward another climactic peak. But not over.

  The tension and pheromones pouring off his body blanketed her. The pull between their bodies—between their hearts and minds—was now magnetic and unstoppable whether Damon realized it or not.

  When she came this time, he would be with her, joined to her physically, mentally, and spiritually. Their mate-bond would be complete, and the resulting orgasm would sweep them both to the plane she’d visited all too briefly because he hadn’t been with her. The plane was theirs and theirs alone and existed only for couples to complete the Prime bonding trinity.

  “One more, Angel,” Damon murmured. “This time I’ll fill you with my seed. Claim and mark you as mine.” He took the nipple he’d tormented into his mouth and sucked. Hard.

  “Bak, bak, bak.” She grasped the scrolled headboard to keep from pulling his cock into her. She wouldn’t survive him starting all over again if she flouted his authority now.

  Releasing the bud, giving it a sweet kiss, he muttered, “That’s it, love. Hold on.” He licked his way to her other breast and teased and pleasured the nipple. “So hot. So ready. I’m going to give you my cock. Don’t come until I say. We come together.”

  “Yes … yes … please.” She looked into his eyes. His expression was fierce, strained from denying his own needs for so long. “Make us one, lubho.” Make me your gemate.

  When Damon finally nudged the head of his cock into her opening, he still managed to maintain control and slowly, almost reverently, entered her.

  The building swell of her orgasm began as soon as his thickness stretched her swollen channel and grew to increasingly powerful waves with each millimeter he claimed.

  Diew, he was thick. Thicker than she’d ever had. He pushed and retreated, again and again. Her body shuddered with the aching potentiality of her release. Susa’s body felt as if it would break apart.

  She gasped for each breath and held on.

  His care in not causing her pain was appreciated, but Susa needed—“More. Give me more.” She crossed her ankles at his lower back and arched her body to take even more of him.

  “Stop, love. You’re too tight. Don’t want to hurt you.” His facial muscles twitched with the strain even as he brushed gentle kisses over her face and down her arched throat. “You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

  “Damon, please, please, please.” She bucked uncontrollably under him now. All reason gone. Instinct drove her. The mate-bond demanded its completion.

  In her mind’s eye, the golden threads of the bond stretched from him to her and her to him. The strands met in the middle of the spiritual plane they’d share and were weaving together into an ever tighter, unbreakable link joining them forever.

  “I won’t break, lubho.”

  At her promise, Damon groaned her name, “Susa.”

  The sound encompassed both his sexual hunger and the pain of denying the same for so long. He finally let loose of the reins he’d held over his libido and set a punishing pace. With each down stroke, he rotated his pelvic bone against her clit. With each retreat, she squeezed his cock in an attempt to hold him inside.

  The fast-paced rhythmic pounding seemed to go on forever as they strained for culmination. Their bodies were soon slick with sweat. Their breaths heaved. Their moans, grunts, groans, and cries punctuated the air around them.

  The breaking point came. Susa cried out as her orgasm combusted, and she was flung into a whirlwind of pure ecstasy.

  “Fuck, yeah.” Hunched over her, Damon moved ever faster, pouring more of his soul, his love, his male energy into her already powerful climax. “Go. Up. Higher.”

  As her climax grew even more powerful, Susa’s soul left her body and was thrust onto the spiritual p
lane where time had no meaning and pure sensation ruled. When Damon roared his orgasm, his soul connected with hers in a twining dance binding them together for eternity.

  Riding on zephyrs of pure pleasure and love, her soul wrapped around her gemat’s, giving him part of her essence. When Susa fell back into her body, her soul took some of his spiritual energy with it.

  Gazing into her eyes, Damon drew out the indescribable pleasure with a slow, gentle rocking of his hips.

  Susa released the headboard and reached for his shoulders. She tried to speak, but could find no words, the wonder of their joining leaving her temporarily speechless. So, she pulled him to her and kissed the skin over his heart and mentally thanked the One for bringing this man into her life.

  Damon captured her face between his palms and tilted her to meet his warm gaze. “I love you.”

  With shaky fingers, she covered his hands and held them to her face. Their bodies still joined, their hearts beating in synch, she murmured against his lips, “And I love you.” My gemat.

  As he claimed her mouth, she touched his emotions with hers, using the stronger empathic connection of a fully mate-bonded couple.

  He startled, but didn’t pull away—instead, he deepened the kiss. His tongue twined with hers just as their souls had curled about one another on the spiritual plane.

  After he broke off the kiss, she buried her face against his throat and inhaled the scent that would forevermore bring her peace and comfort—and under the right circumstances, sexual excitement.

  “What was that? At the end?” Damon muttered against her hair.

  Susa wasn’t sure what to tell him, so she boiled it down to the basics. “Love. It was love.”

  Damon held Susa against his body; her head nestled on his chest. He inhaled the scent of their lovemaking and relished in the feel of her flushed, damp skin against him. The sex had been fantastic. Their chemistry had been off the charts since the day they’d met and had only gotten stronger. Their coupling had given him the strongest climax he’d ever experienced. By all rights, he should be satiated—but he wasn’t.