“Am I nak*d under this sheet?”
“Hmmm, can I plead the fifth?”
She knew from the smell of the room they hadn’t escaped the Project—the anti-bacterial floor cleanser was annoyingly distinctive—and only an idiot would have expected to get away after the going over she’d gotten from McCoy and his gang. She didn’t care. She was alive, he was alive, and they didn’t appear to be in any immediate danger. She’d take that for now.
Sliding her leg along his, she reveled in the feeling of his hair-roughened skin against hers. His nostrils flared at the contact and her smile widened.
“No, I don’t think you can.”
She shifted closer and spread her hand over his broad chest. His human frame was solidly built, powerful even without the strength of the Lycan within. She liked that.
“In fact, soldier, I think you need to fess up, right now. That’s an order.”
His eyes darkened another notch, the ring of amber thicker for a moment before it receded.
“Oh, an order now, is it?”
He’d moved before she registered the movement, stretching out over her lazily. One of his knees slid between hers, gently parting them but he didn’t settle. Just held himself over her.
“So…ma’am. What would you like to know? How I stripped each item of clothing from your luscious body, piece by piece? Or how I carried you nak*d to the bed? Lowered you between these fine sheets?” He smiled and stroked the hair back from her face, looking down at her. “Or shall I tell you I watched an angel sleep in my arms and kept her safe from harm? How I’d give everything, over and over again…blood and body, my life even, for just one smile from your sweet lips?”
Her heart melted, a little pile of mush right there in the center of her chest. Unable to resist, she reached up and brushed her lips over his. Gasped as electricity arced between them, and she kissed him again.
She pushed the curtains of his hair back from his face and explored his lips. They were warm and firm, with a sensuous curve that just begged her to nibble. She did, taking care to keep her fangs out of the way, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp and a shudder which rolled from his head to his toes.
“Teasing now sweets,” he warned, his voice dropping into a near growl.
At one point the evidence of his other nature would have disgusted her. Now it just turned her on all the more. She wanted to bait him, make him lose control. What was the worst that could happen? He could bite her?
God yes, please.
The thought of his teeth in her skin sent a wave of heat through her so intense she trembled with it. What was wrong with her? She’d never found biting even the slightest bit sexy, but now all she wanted to do was part her legs and let him sink into her as his teeth found her neck. Held her still while he took her over and over.
Blood and body. His words hit her with the force of a truck. The memory of her fangs in his wrist, his hot blood gushing down her throat, filled her. He’d fed her. Given her his blood when she needed it. She pulled back to search his eyes, the trust in that act and the amber-ringed orbs rocking her to the core.
Then she shuddered, and smiled.
“Yeah. You got a problem with that?”
She nipped him again, stroking her tongue over the hurt and was rewarded with a deep shudder that rocked his shoulders.
“Fuck…no. But at zoos, they tell you not to feed the animals for a reason.”
He shoved her thighs wider apart and dropped his hips. Just enough to brush against her. She bit her lip at the feel of his aroused body against hers. Not pressing hard, not brash or overwhelming. Gentle, and not. Forceful, but tempered. In her weakened state he could have forced the issue but she knew he wouldn’t. Knew she’d never been so safe as she was in his arms.
“Perhaps I like teasing the animals…or just one animal,” she whispered against his lips, then kissed him again.
This time there was no teasing. Heat and need flared between them, a potent combination. He groaned when she parted his lips with a sweep of her tongue and drove it inside, seeking his. His taste exploded through her. Feral. Wild. Unique.
He dropped his h*ps farther. Pressed against her as he wound his tongue around hers. The slick slide of moist flesh. Wet brushes tempered with hot kisses. Open-mouthed, wild…bordering on frantic. Tension and need surged through her body, dragging a gasp from her lips. A gasp he swallowed before he took control. The kiss was long and hard. He drove his hands into the hair either side of her head to hold her still and made love to her with his mouth. Used the surge and thrust of his tongue into the soft recesses past her lips to tease and tantalize her. Let her know what he planned to do to her body.
She whimpered, clinging to him as all her defenses were swept away. Defenses? Ha, who was she kidding? When it came to him, she had none. He’d staked a claim with that first kiss in the forest and she hadn’t been able to get him out of her head since.
Guilt hit her and she broke away, her breathing ragged. Leaning her forehead against his shoulder, she felt their hearts beat in perfect time. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I should never have brought y—”
He moved, forcing her to look up at him.
“No. No recriminations, no apologies.” He smiled, but his expression was firm. “Not between us. Not ever. Darlin’, I’d have followed you anyway, so you did us both a favor by bringing me in. Besides, I think I’ll always have a fondness for truck beds now.”
His lips quirked and she couldn’t help smiling in response. His eyes darkened and the smile disappeared. Her breathing caught as, in the space between one heartbeat and the next, the tension between them tightened to breaking point.
“I want to kiss you again.”
“Yes.”
She answered his question before he’d asked it, lifting her lips and offering him everything that she was.
A growl of triumph rolled from his chest as he claimed her lips again, all but crushing them under his. He swept the sheet away and dropped it on the floor. She gasped when he pressed fully against her, the sound lost under his kiss. He was tall, hard and gloriously nak*d. Fully aroused, the thick, hard bar of his c*ck pressed into her stomach and she reveled in the proof of his masculinity.
He broke away from her lips, leaving a trail of hard, biting kisses along her jaw and down her throat. She wasn’t nak*d, clad in underwear that was soon gone—whether by her hands or his, she didn’t know. Didn’t care. All she cared about was touching him and getting more of her skin on his. He moved over her, the contact playing shivers over her skin while her p**sy clenched in an empty ache.
“Darce,” she whispered, the sound perilously close to a plea.
“I got you sweets,” he promised and cupped her breast in a large, warm hand. The calluses on his palms abraded her skin and she mewled, arching her back to offer him more. She wanted more. She wanted everything. Wanted to give him everything she had.
She clung to his shoulders, nails scoring his back as his hand slid down. Flirted with the curve of her waist and smoothed over the slight swell of her stomach, the soft curve one that she’d never been able to totally eradicate.
“Your skin is so soft. Delicate,” he murmured against her ear, stroking a single fingertip down the crease between her hip and thigh. “I could touch you forever and be a happy man.”
She laughed, a sound between amusement and torture. “Only if you want to drive me insane.”
“Challenge accepted.”
His chuckle vibrated against the skin of her throat as he kissed behind her ear. The soft spot which turned her knees to jelly. But he didn’t stop there, sliding a thick finger between her folds while his lips caressed her throat.
“You’re hot, and wet. All for me.” He groaned, his finger rubbing against her flesh and smoothing the slickness further over her.
With pinpoint accuracy he found her clit. Circled and rubbed. Pleasure radiated outward from the tiny button buried deep in the folds. She gasped, clutched at his arms while he drove her higher and higher. Tension snapped into a familiar pattern, albeit one she’d thought lost with her humanity. Her body woke under his hands, climbing higher and higher as he played it with a deft touch. Like his blood in her veins was the catalyst for unlocking the side of her she’d thought lost
Not lost. Asleep. Slumbering. Waiting for him. And now it was back. Hot, hard, more intense than it had been. Hot prickles swept over her skin, bringing tears to her eyes. Her h*ps rocked. Sought more sensation, more pleasure, more…everything.
“That’s it sweets.” His deep voice soft in her ear, he cradled her. Protected her from the outside world with his body while his hand moved between her thighs. Darce took nothing for himself as he taught her how to fly. “Come for me. Just let go and come for me.”
He turned his hand, pressing hard against her cl*t with his thumb and sliding two fingers deep inside her slick channel. The penetration was smooth but unexpected. A cry broke from her lips. Everything crumpled around her. Her body clamped hard around his fingers, and her h*ps rocked as he finger-fucked her. Short, hard thrusts to get her body ready for his. Then he curled his fingers back to press against the inner wall up behind her pelvis and she lost it.
His lips crashed down on hers when she came, her body shuddering under the force of it. Long, hot waves of pleasure crashed through her in an unstoppable tide. A whole body experience she felt from her center outward, right to the top of her head and down to her toes. He claimed her with his kiss, thrusting his tongue deep in the same rhythm as his fingers until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.
He broke away, his breathing ragged, and pulled his hand free. She pouted in disappointment, still shuddering from the force of her release. But even though she’d just come, harder than she ever had before, it wasn’t enough. A soul deep ache rolled through her, her body demanding to be filled by more than his fingers. She needed him. Filling her, claiming her, taking her and making her his.
“Darce…please.” She was begging now, but she didn’t care. She just wanted him. “Now!”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled, the sound shaky, and moved over her. “Hell yes.”
She parted her thighs to welcome him, a hiss escaping her lips when he settled into the cradle of her hips. A hiss that became a moan as the thick, blunt head of his c*ck pressed against the entrance to her p**sy. Bracing himself over her on strong arms, he held her gaze and started to push into her. Her eyelids fluttered closed but he growled a warning.
“No, I want to see you. Want you to see me as I take you and make you mine.”
She nodded, her heart melting. He fisted a hand in the bedding by her head and pressed forward again. A long, slow ride of pressure and fullness and heat. Her body relaxed under his possession. He was big, long and thick…so much so she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take all of him but before she knew it, his h*ps met hers. One arm slid under her to grasp the nape of her neck, holding her to him, under him when he paused and looked down to check she was okay. That little consideration did it. If she hadn’t already been head over heels for him, she’d have fallen for him right there and then, and damn the consequences.