The Awakening: Aidan (15 page)

His cock tightened, painfully. The beast paced inside. The skin of his shoulders scorched.

Should he stop her? She wasn’t going to do what his body craved.

It would be a blow job. Nothing more.

Should he allow her to continue? Maybe letting her would ease the need, teach him to deal with it. Because he wanted—no, needed—her mouth on him. Before he could make a decision, she had his cock out, those lips parted and poised above the head.

When her tongue snaked out to lick the tip, he jerked. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before she closed her lips around him.

Aidan groaned, his hips thrusting forward as his hand tangled in her hair. His insides coiled tight, not from pending release, but from anticipation. His shoulders burned hotter, he fisted his other hand in the cushion. Each wet lap of her tongue and squeeze of her mouth pushed him closer to his release. When his balls tightened, he gasped sharply. Now.

He needed to be embedded deep inside her.

He grabbed her under the arms and yanked her up his chest. Latching his hands on to her hips, he thrust up at the same moment he shoved her down. Her mouth rounded on an “oh” as he filled her. Before she had time to think, to worry, he pounded up. Her eyes closed on a groan, as the shock left her face replaced by pure bliss. She pushed her body up, hands braced on his stomach. The slapping of their skin melded in the air with Jaylin’s gasping breath.

The way her breasts bounced with each forceful thrust pushed him over the edge. He roared his orgasm, pouring himself deep inside her. The heat in his body intensified, sending scorching fire to his extremities. His shoulders flared white-hot and he had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming the command to mark. He couldn’t let her know what had happened.

As the orgasm eased, his beast gnashed his teeth in rage. A howl sounded deep within his chest before the effects of the
Drall
hit him full force, blinding him to any common sense.

Take. Mine. Now.

He flipped her onto her back. Headed south immediately, he was aware of one thing, and one thing only.

He’d come inside her, but she hadn’t found release. He could do it now.

She would be his.

Forever.

He thrust her knees wide, not looking at her, knowing his beast blazed in his eyes. The creamy white skin of the inside of her thigh begged for his bite. He buried his head between her legs, desperate to bring her to orgasm as the sweet juices of her lust filled his mouth.

She was putty in his hands. Meeting the flicks of his tongue with the gyration of her hips, she pulled at his hair, her pleas making him frenzied.

She allowed him anything, no hesitation. She was so far gone she had no clue what power he held at this moment. How he was about to change everything.

Her clit swelled against his lips as her orgasm started, body tensing. He pulled away from her and turned to the exposed skin of her inner thigh, opening his mouth wide as he listened to her come apart. He could already feel the sensation of her flesh between his teeth. Wanted nothing more.

“Aidan. Yes!”

Her voice penetrated through the haze of the
Drall
. No!

His beast hissed, and the instinct pummeled him with encouragement while the last shred of his awareness fought for clarity.

Finish it.

She’ll hate you.
Dsert
you. Leave you like Liam.

It won’t happen. Finish it!

Bite.

Mark.

Take.

Make her yours.

She trusts you.

He clenched his teeth, pushing hot air through his nostrils as he fought for control. His beast tore at his insides. He opened his mouth once more, clenched his teeth again. He wanted her. Had to have her. But not like this.

When her body went slack under his, his beast howled while his human side slumped with relief. Her fingers tenderly combed through his hair, easing the pain of the fight.

He climbed back up Jaylin’s body and held her close, afraid for her to see his face, afraid of what it would give away. As he rearranged her skirt back over her thighs, he kissed the top of her head, squeezing his eyes closed.

He’d almost ruined everything, had almost betrayed her. And he now knew why.

Her aggression pushed the instinct into overdrive. Intensified everything.

If Jaylin became aware of this, she’d push him away again. He finally had her trust, had her willingly in his arms, laughing with him, smiling at him. Being herself with no guard up. He’d be damned if anything ruined that. There was only one way he could think of to ensure she didn’t become suspicious.

He
had to be the aggressor at all times. Keep her sated. Tired. So thoroughly fucked, that she’d never again feel the need to jump him because he’d already done the jumping.

If he had one more
Drall
attack like he’d just experienced, he would bond to her. He knew it with such certainty, he hugged her closer. Then she would hate him. And he would hate himself for failing her after she’d finally given him her trust.

No, he’d take every precaution he needed to make sure it didn’t happen, except for the obvious one: letting her go. That he could never do.

As she rubbed her hand over his chest, he realized she had no clue how close she’d come to wearing his mark.

Good.

Because she never would.

Chapter Eight

Jaylin snuggled closer to the hard chest warming her back. Aidan made a sleepy noise and buried his face in the crook of her neck. The arm around her waist tightened. Smiling, she opened her eyes and blinked against the bright light that filled the room.

What time was it?

She craned her head up to glance at the clock on the nightstand.

A little after noon.

No shock there. What time had they finally fallen into an exhausted sleep after the previous night’s sex-a-thon? Four, five o’clock?

Aidan had been insatiable. One orgasm after another had ripped through her—for hours. He’d give her time to settle from each earth-shattering release before he’d use deliberate touches to make her body come to life again. All done while spooned behind her, denying her the ability to touch him in return. And when he had her moaning for more, he’d either roll her onto her belly or back and then stand or kneel between her legs and slip inside.

The continued denial of the weight of his body and the inability to slide her fingers over him as she wanted was an added aphrodisiac. All she could do was fist her hands in the comforter or in her hair and feel. He’d controlled what happened in that bed, controlled how he’d made her come, and she’d loved every minute of it.

But today it was her turn. She’d have to be sneaky though, having learned very quickly that Aidan liked to dominate. He wasn’t going to give that up easily.

A grumble came from Aidan’s belly and Jaylin smiled. They’d burned a ton of calories over the course of the evening. After the incredible night he’d given her, the least she could do was feed the man.

Slipping from beneath his arm, she paused when Aidan made another noise, but he then rolled onto his back, his arm flung above his head. Out. Cold. Now would be a perfect time to do some deliberate caressing of her own, but his stomach rumbled again. She’d get the food first, and then wake him by kissing her way down his chest.

As she stood, the muscles in her thighs quivered, reminding her of how he’d had them wrapped around his shoulders, spread wide apart or pushed close to her chest as he’d taken her. She was lucky she could even move this morning.

She grabbed his shirt off the floor and slipped it on, liking the idea of being dressed only in something of his when she roused him from sleep. Could already see the smug smile he’d give her as he realized what she wore.

The wonderful woodsy scent that was Aidan surrounded her. She brought a fistful of fabric up to her nose and breathed deep. The man smelled so good, had such a distinct scent, that just catching a whiff of him made her body respond, nipples tighten.

Releasing the material, she fumbled around for a button, then smiled as she remembered.

No buttons. She’d popped every one of them off in a fit of passion—a passion she’d never felt for another man, and possibly never would again. Scary thought.

She overlapped the edges of the shirt and held it closed by crossing her arms over her chest. Typically she’d just let it hang open, but she wasn’t sure of Rafael’s schedule and the last thing she wanted to do was shock the lovable older man with a peep show.

As she started to tiptoe out of the room, she spotted a discarded condom wrapper lying by the bed that had missed the wastebasket beside the nightstand. She picked it up and tossed it in.

Aidan had surprised her with that.

They’d both lost their heads on the deck and hadn’t used one. A definite slippery slope that neither of them could afford to walk on. She’d been prepared to tell him that, but he’d beaten her to it by apologizing and swearing it wouldn’t happen again. And it hadn’t. The sounds of ripping foil had been as constant as her pleas for more.

Thankfully the oops wouldn’t result in anything more than an oops. She was too close to the end of her cycle to stress over getting pregnant. To top it off, Aidan had assured her that she wasn’t fertile, that her scent wasn’t marred by the slight acidic smell of ovulation. She’d known he’d wanted to relieve any undue stress, and it had helped having him confirm her assumptions. If a pregnancy occurred…she didn’t even want to think about how overbearing Aidan would become. The unnatural willpower he used to keep the
Drall
contained would most certainly snap.

But Aidan was in control, and she had nothing to worry about. At least she hoped not.

She padded out of the room and into the kitchen, then chuckled.

So much for making Aidan breakfast in bed. Rafael had beaten her to it. Against the far wall was a buffet loaded with an assortment of breakfast foods, ranging from buttery croissants, to muffins, to sausage, eggs, and bacon.

She had no idea what Aidan liked, so she picked up a plate and started putting one of everything on it. She had just added a silver dollar pancake when, from behind her, Aidan asked, “Whatcha doing?”

Sighing, she closed her eyes. Guess she
wasn’t
going to get to kiss her way down his chest. Bummer.

Jaylin turned around with the plate held in front of her, trying to ignore the enticing naked skin only a few feet away. He’d slipped on a pair of maroon boxer briefs. The tight material hugged him so that every manly ridge of his well-endowed package was displayed for her viewing pleasure. Swallowing, she shifted as warmth spread through her belly. “Bringing you breakfast in bed.”

His gaze was nowhere near the food, but much lower. The warmth intensified to all-out fire, and she was very aware of how the shirt had fallen open in front, revealing her from between her beasts to the apex of her thighs with only a plate in between.

A growl permeated the air before he stalked over to her, grabbed the dish, tossed it on the table and whirled her around. Hands roamed over her body, pinching, kneading…oh, yes, rubbing, all while he walked her forward until her body made contact with the wall. Her head fell back against his chest as Aidan, once again, made her body become a puddle of desire, allowing him anything.

The now-familiar sound of ripping foil hit her ears before he slowly pushed inside her. Jaylin reached behind her, sliding her palm across his hip and down over his ass, wanting to at least touch him, but Aidan grabbed her hands in both of his and placed them flat against the wall.

“Keep them there,” he demanded as he gripped her hips, keeping her still as he drove up—over and over. She leaned her cheek against the wood, breath stuttering out with each forceful thrust until her body was a taut rope of arousal.

“Aidan, please,” she breathed out.

Again, fingers probed the folds between her thighs and she widened her legs, giving him better access to the throbbing that needed the most attention. When he touched her, she cried out, simply relieved to have the ache massaged, knowing release was soon within her grasp.

The added friction against her clit combined with the powerful, even thrusts of his cock sent her straight over the edge and she came apart, her fingers curling against the wall as she moaned through her orgasm. He followed quickly, a guttural groan warming her skin as he stiffened behind her. One, two, three more slow thrusts and his movements stilled. Aidan nuzzled against her neck, lightly kissing and nipping the skin. “Hmm. Now this is a meal I can wake up to every morning.”

She leaned back against him, tilting her head a bit more to the side. “You’re going to make it to where I can’t walk, you know.”

He tweaked her nipple, his other hand exploring the naked skin of her stomach. “A little sore?”

“Deliciously so.”

Another growl came from him before he withdrew and smacked her ass. “Sounds like you need some recoup time. Go get your bathing suit on. We’ll go down to the beach.”

“You mean birthday suit?”

His fingers dug into her hips as he rocked against her. “Unless you do indeed want to get to where you can’t move, go put some clothes on.”

Sending him a pout over her shoulder, she hurried to their bedroom.

Their bedroom.

An automatic thought. A dangerous thought. It wasn’t their bedroom. It was simply the room they were sharing until they left, one of the many places they’d fuck over the next two days. Nothing more.

She shouldn’t have to remind herself that, and it scared her that she did.

Aidan was simply a sex toy, a wonderfully arousing, multiple-orgasm sex toy.

After digging through the suitcases, she found her black bikini with white polka dots and pink trim, then slipped it on. With the tiny strings that held the material together at her hips, the suit left little to the imagination. Jaylin smiled. This would definitely keep things on the sex playing fields. One tug and the suit would fall right off.