Kraft stilled for a moment, but when she licked that bloode into her mouth, he jerked against her and moved, notching at the entrance to her sex.
In one hard push, he entered her until he’d seated himself fully. So tight, so thick, he felt like the key she’d been looking for her whole life. Opening her up to the ecstasy of potential, the perfect wolf to fit her berserker.
Kraft started swearing, first in English, then German, as he moved faster. Taking her harder, but not hard enough.
Riley distracted him by sucking particularly hard on his tongue and freed her hands, running them over his shoulders, his nape, and into his hair to direct her kiss.
She turned his head to bite his neck, and she bit hard.
He groaned and pumped faster, his excitement bold, embracing her own. She met him thrust for thrust, her teeth, then his, leaving marks as they increased their ardor, giving each other something Riley rarely gave her lovers. Impressions of intent.
Of ownership.
Kraft continued to push inside her, and she felt so full, so completely in tune with him, that she knew as her inner walls tightened around him, he readied to come.
He whispered words that made no sense, but she recognized her name easily enough. And then he shoved hard one final time and shocked her into an even more intense orgasm.
“Kraft,” she moaned and clasped him to her. “Bite me. So hard.”
He jerked inside her, his release powerful, and bit her shoulder. The small bite of pain made everything more intense, and she continued to seize as he filled her and drank, consuming the desire that seemed to build the longer they spent time together.
Once she’d finally come down off that sexual rush, she felt him stroking her and blinked up into dark red eyes, replete with passion.
“Ah, there’s my berserker.” He kissed her several times, and she stroked his arms and chest, still enamored with his incredible strength.
“Vampire,” she said and flushed at sounding so breathless.
“Do you forget my name so soon?” he teased.
She hadn’t seen this soft side of Kraft before, and it enchanted her. His warm gaze, the touch of his surprisingly warm body, and the feel of him, still thick, lodged inside her.
“Kraft, you’re still hard?” Riley felt her cheeks burn but could do nothing about it.
“Ja.And still so hungry.” He withdrew and pushed deeper inside her once more. “Oh, Riley. You feel so good.” He said something else in German, withdrew, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees so fast it took her a moment to realize it. “Like this. Harder and faster this time.” He fit himself inside her and shoved, and felt even bigger than he’d been before. No small feat.
She moaned and pushed back against him, encouraging him for more. “Yes, like this.” It felt natural, this mating—no, not mating, having incredible sex—she managed to correct before her brain shut off and she lost herself to the pleasure.
Kraft couldn’t have saidwhen he’d lost track of thinking, but a few seconds before that bloode-boiling orgasm, perhaps.
Then after, eased but not fully sated, he stared into Riley’s face and knew a moment of peace. Such pure, perfect harmony with another. His heart matched hers, still racing, pushing all that tasty blood inside her body.
The feel of her, such softness over such strength, fascinated him. He could have spent the rest of his life joined with her while he studied her, trying to figure out why she called to him on a level he still didn’t understand.
She called himvampireand blushed.
A beauty with the heart of a warrior. He wanted her. So much. For more than just sex. More than her blood.
Surging in lust once more, he withdrew and turned her onto her back, so he could look into her eyes.
This. He needed her like this.
Mounting her, dominating as was his right, he thrust into her wet heat once more and wanted to howl. He moved deeper, harder, and sensed the berserker inside her accept him fully.
Which flipped that animalistic switch, and he let himself go.
He snarled his victory and took her harder, beyond pleased when she softened and tilted her head, offering that bite he needed to cement their bond.
Kraft leaned over her and bit, smelling the perfume of life and lycan, watching the blood slide down her chest. He sucked it up, then licked the escaping trail.
