Authors: T. A. Grey
Vane found Sarina curled up on the couch, her arms folded tightly around her middle. The vanilla scent of her arousal permeated the cabin like incense. His cock lengthened and hardened at the delicious scent. His hands curled into big fists at the sight of her in pain. If he could do anything to save her from it, he would. And hell, that's exactly what he wanted to do, but she wouldn't let him. Damned woman.
He wouldn't tell her about the spy. She'd only shut down, demand he leave. If she ordered him to go, he was afraid he might actually listen to her. Not because he wanted to go, but because he wanted to please her, protect her.
He had to claim her body, fully and completely. Spend himself inside her wet heat. Just the idea of it had his skin tightening in anticipation. He needed to put his claim on her. Mark her in a way that could never go away. Maybe then, she'd see that he was her mate.
Vane crouched down beside her, brushing the hair out of her face. "How bad is it?"
She smiled tremulously up at him. "Not bad, to be honest. Just some mild cramping now. Buuut, if you don't help me soon then I might just be forced to go find some of the toys I brought along."
"Oh, no you don't. You won't need those with me around, baby. Ever." He practically growled the words.
Her smile turned into a naughty grin, and then she captured his lips in a wet kiss. A moment later his hands pushed her back into the pliant cushions, his lips never left hers. Teeth pressed into the softness of her lip in a teasing bite before he dove back into her mouth. They tasted each other with slow, drugging kisses. When he raised his dark head to look down at her, she was panting.
"You're going to do something for me." Vane pushed her knees apart and slid his body in between.
"Oh am I?" Her breathless voice gave away her cool response.
He pressed his face into the curve of her neck and nodded. She heard him breathe deep and exhale a shuddering breath.
"Stand up." Sarina's stomach clenched at the tone of his voice, at the order he just gave her.
Biting her lip, she pushed past him and stood before him. Suddenly she felt awkward as he moved to sit where she had been. He was so intimidating, so sexy. An Alpha lykaen, sitting on her couch, with his knees splayed wide and his erection pressing hard against his jeans. Not every female got so lucky.
Yet, he didn't say anything. She stood, and he stared, his eyes traced over her tight shirt, down the length of her pale arms, across her hips, and down her thighs. Somehow his assessment managed to make her feel naked, and he didn't even move, didn't say a word.
Unable to stand the quiet anymore, she wrapped her arms across her stomach and asked, "Well, what do you want?" Irritation filled her voice.
His eyes slid lazily back up her body, his eyes flaring hotly at the apex of her thighs before continuing up.
"Turn around," he ordered. Sarina turned stiffly, her back ramrod straight. A minute passed. Not being able to see his face or what he was doing was torture.
"Vane what—
"No talking unless I say you can. Now lean forward." His order didn't sound much like the man she'd been sharing her body with for the last few days. He sounded like an Alpha, a man in charge, a man of authority, and it made her tingle all over.
Her heart beat like a bass drum in the quiet room. She leaned forward and stuck her ass back at him. She could feel the heat of his gaze sweeping over her backside and legs like a lover's touch. Her nipples hardened into little pleasure points. She ached to touch them and ease the pressure.
"Stand up, now. Good, go turn off the light." The tingles in her belly danced and jumped with nervous energy. She flipped the switch, encasing the room in dark. Evening set and left a soft orange glow in from the window.
When she turned back to him, a wave of apprehension stole over her. He hadn't moved from his seat, but now shadows fell over him, disguising his presence so that only the outline of a black of mass showed where he was.
“Run your hands over your body." Dark, husky words.
The light from the window illuminated her body in its soft, dim glow. Goosebumps spread over her skin. She took at step towards him, but his voice stopped her.
"Do it from there." He commanded. She obeyed. Her trembling hands cupped the wide curve of her breasts and squeezed.
"No. I said run your hands over your body, not to grab or squeeze or pinch." An edge to his voice tightened something inside her and made her breaths come a little faster.
She did as he commanded and delicately traced her hands over her stomach, hips, thighs, breasts, and neck. When he didn't tell her to stop, she continued. After a minute, the clothes in her way didn't matter. The need to have more didn't matter. Rubbing herself in front of him made her feel sexy...powerful, even though he was the one in charge.
"Now take off your shirt." His shadow moved a little in the darkness.
Sarina grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it up.
"No, lift it slowly."
Licking her dry lips, she did as he commanded and lifted the material slowly over her sensitive skin. Her arousal hung thick in the air, but so did his. Whereas hers was lush vanilla, his was spicy chocolate. The material caught over her hard nipples, making her gasp at the sensation, then the shirt was floating to the ground.
Her bare breasts were presented to him like an ancient offering. A flicker of insecurity darkened her mood. She covered her breasts with her arm while trying to find his eyes in the darkness. Her breasts were large, but not perfect. They drooped some with their heavy weight, and her nipples, still hard against her arm, were wide and big.
He had feasted on her breasts before with hot, open-mouthed kisses, with hands and fingers and lips. But standing alone in the light, the nasty blackness of doubt creeping in on her, she wanted nothing more than to pull her t-shirt back on and slink away.
"Sarina, put your arm down. Let me see your breasts." She shook her head no. "Sarina, do it. Let me see them." The last was said with such husky anticipation, such dark arousal, that need flooded through her core and she dropped her arm. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and just like that, her doubts were shoved out the door. "Beautiful, just beautiful."
His words made her feel perfect and lovely. Her heart melted. God, she loved him.
"Now run your hands over your beautiful breasts. Touch them, squeeze them, pinch your nipples." His words dipped low and hoarse.
Feeling wild and sexy, she obeyed his orders like a naughty slave taking orders from her master. She cupped the large curves of her breasts and squeezed the receptive flesh. Her nipples hardened against her palms as she massaged them. She plumped, pushed, circled, and pulled.
Soon her breaths were rough, and when she bit her lip to stifle the sound, she heard it. His own loud breathing. That sound alone gave her a sexual power she'd only felt in her dreams. She leaned forward so the swell of her breasts and the valley between were visible to him. The scent of his arousal filled the room.
"Stop. I said stop! Good. Now take off your jeans." She did in quick, jerky movements, need guiding her now. They landed with a thump next to him. Her panties were the only thing keeping her from being completely naked. God, if she burned any hotter she'd combust.
Vane groaned as if in pain. "Run your hands across your body. Yes, yes, just like that." His words were slow, punctuated as she obeyed.
She traced her hands over her creamy skin. Again and again, she passed over her rounded hips and stomach, the curves of her breasts and neck, the length of her legs. With each sweep, she heard his breaths thicken, saw him fidget in the shadows.
"Come closer. Yeah, right there. Now stop. Put your leg up on the table."
Sarina was close enough now to see the shadowed features of his lips and jaw. She lifted her leg onto the coffee table. Her pink, lace thong was wet with arousal and her open leg spread her scent even more. He leaned forward and inhaled, his shadowed eyes closing in ecstasy.
"Perfect. So fucking perfect. Now rub your thighs for me. No, no, your inner thighs. Yeah." She traced her hands along the soft skin, trailing down to her knee before swooping up to the tenderest part of her inner thigh. So close to her hot sex. She couldn't stop the moan that bubbled out of her as she squeezed the soft skin.
Oh, god. She wanted to be touched so badly. She wanted him to stroke her pussy with his long fingers until she was shivering in his arms.
"Perfect." He leaned back. "Come a little closer and take off your panties. I want to see your pink pussy."
Sarina couldn't stop the moan that came out. Sliding her panties down her legs, she kicked them aside, eager for his touch, his words.
"Put your hands behind your head."
"Why?"
"No talking. Do it now, Sarina." His harsh words made her clitoris throb even as she did what he wanted. She felt like she was under arrest with her arms behind her head, but she kept them there.
He leaned forward and snagged her by the hips. She groaned at the hot feel of his hands on her. He pulled her closer to his body, his heat.
"Look straight ahead, don't look down, or I'll make you very sorry, Sarina." Her pussy quivered and she locked her eyes across the room.
And then she felt it. The hot teasing breath across her belly, going down, down. Then a thick arm curled around her waist as his hand grabbed her by the thigh and lifted her leg off the floor, opening her. The position was awkward, but he easily supported her with his arm.
And then his mouth was at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his tongue licking a hot path up.
"Vane," she gasped, her hips thrusting forward. He ignored her and pressed soft bites on her thigh going down to her knee where he licked behind it. She gasped again as more heat flooded her pussy.
Her nipples begged to be touched, but she dared not ask him for it. She wondered just what he'd do to make her sorry. But as his tongue trailed a wet path up her thigh, all thoughts but of need and desire fled her.
When he licked the smooth crease between her leg and sex, she whimpered. His head pulled back, and then she felt the cool stream of air on her wet folds. The airy touch made her squirm. Please, she begged silently.
Then she felt it. The hot, velvety press of his tongue against her.
"
Oooh!
"
Her orgasm was so close to the surface. Just a few licks. Her cunt was coated in her feminine juices, her clit swollen and begging to be touch, and her sheath aching to be filled.
But he didn't pass his tongue across her again. He dropped her foot back to the floor, grabbed her by the hips, and took a nipple into his mouth. He tongued the hard point, flicking it quicker and quicker then soothing it with a hard suctioning that brought most of her breast into his mouth.
She panted his name. He moved to the untouched nipple, making her hips rocked as much as they could in his tight grip.
"You've been very good, Sarina. I'll reward you for obeying your Alpha." A wave of cream escaped her pussy in excitement.
He sat back and positioned her just how he wanted. With her pussy in front of his face. His big hands moved to the rounded curve of her ass and held on to her just as his tongue swept through her open folds.
He didn't waste any more time.
He found her clitoris easily, and tongued her sex with quick flicks of his tongue until she fought to catch her breath above him. She pushed against his mouth. He pulled her lips into his mouth and sucked on them, then he ate at her, licking up her cream and spreading it around. Then he focused that talented tongue where she needed it.
She shouted as he found her clit and worked it like a man who enjoyed what he was doing. She squirmed against his touch, trying to get closer. Her skin grew tighter and tighter, the heat within her hotter until finally, blissfully, she erupted against his tongue in an intense explosion of heat and pleasure. She screamed, and her pussy pulsed fast and hard.
Chapter 14
Vane pulled back, his hands tightening on her hips. Sarina struggled to open her eyes after that powerful, short release. Her legs trembled, and her heart hammered in her ears. But her body was still more than ready. Instead of easing the breeding cycle's need, it only served to tip the scales further.
Her belly cramped hard and twisted like a knife inside her. She cried out, her eyes seeking out Vane's in the darkness. "It hurts."
He set her on the couch. "I know, baby. I'm going to make it better." He stood and undressed in smooth, unhurried motions that made her mouth dry.
Hard, rounded, perfectly tight muscles covered his body. Hard biceps bulged as he pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them. His chest was hard with muscle and covered in a dusting of black hair that Sarina yearned to run her hands through it. He pulled off the last of his clothes, and stood proudly as she lovingly adored his body with her eyes.
"Enough," he said, and climbed on top of her. Sarina gasped at the hard, hot feel of his body above hers and raised her hips to meet his. She loved it when they did this. He would thrust through her creamy pussy, bumping over her clit with the length of his cock, never entering her. She would come in hot shuddering waves that left him jetting white waves on her stomach and breasts.