Her lips curl into a smirk, her pupils wide. “Oh, fuck, yes,finally.”
Keeping her still with one hand, my other shredded her clothes. A quick scan of her body confirmed she had waited until she was fully healed. I silently thanked her wolf for healing her.
Her peaked nipples grew harder and more engorged under my attention, goosebumps rising over her skin. “Well,Silverlake? You promised to destroy me.”
I grinned, the predator in me rising in response to her challenge; her use of my birth name. “Oh, Iamgoing to.” The scent of her surging arousal was enough to snap my self-control. Within seconds, my clothes were gone, willed into nothing more than atoms.
My mouth crashed against hers in a punishing rhythm that sent bliss soaring through my body. It had been too long since I’d touched her like this and heard her moan in pleasure. There was no need for her to kneel and submit in that controlled way we both enjoyed. No, this was a wild mating of our spirits and souls, and nothing would slow us down. She was mine. And I was hers. Forever.
Chapter 32
Shannon
His mouth on mine was like a drug, turning my limbs into liquid. My lungs burned from the intensity of his kiss, his mouth stealing my breath, but still, I didn’t want to surface for air. I never wanted this to stop. I wound my fingers in his hair, revelling in the softness of the strands and pulled until he groaned. Our touches were raw and desperate, my wolf snarling and trying to escape to find her mate. I understood her need to soar free, but I wouldn’t let her…yet. My soul trembled at the thought of him claiming me, of those sharp fangs piercing my skin right near my ear and leaving a mark that everyone would see.
His free hand skated over my collarbone and chest and landed on my left breast, kneading before he tweaked my nipple sharply.
I inhaled loudly, enjoying the bite of pain.
He pulled away panting, his irises glowing purple as his Fae side took dominance, his wolf waiting to pounce as soon as hesank his teeth into me and our wolf spirits could merge. Fuck, I couldn’t wait.
“That’s it, baby. Moan for me.”
I dragged my fingers over his pecs, scraping his nipples with a sharpened nail before sliding my touch over the ribbed muscles of his torso, tracing every defined dip.
“You are so beautiful, Stoney-boy.”
His eyes darkened more. Did he really not know how fucking gorgeous he was? His mouth slammed back into mine, his tongue owning me like I hoped he would soon. His hand released my hair, and he grabbed my backside, lifting me like I weighed nothing before depositing me on the table. The wood wasn’t cold, and I grinned, knowing it was stable enough to take the hard pounding I was about to get.
I turned that grin on him as his hand landed on the middle of my chest, urging me back. I allowed it until I was leaning on my elbows, staring at his shock of silver hair. He drew a nipple into his mouth, biting it with just enough force to make me cry out before licking across to my other breast and lavishing it with the same attention. My arms trembled as I tried to support my torso. Part of me wanted to watch, yet the submissive in me, the one who trusted my mate to take control of my body and play me like a violin, wanted to lay down and sink into his touch.
His tongue circled my navel, dipping in before continuing his path down my body, making sure he scraped the edge of his elongated canines against my skin. Each little scrape resulted in a slight speckle of blood that sent sharp spikes of pleasure and stinging pain through my body. His satisfied growls as he licked them so they healed drove me insane until I was writhing beneath him. He continued his way down my body, missing my core, which was slick and throbbing. His inhale and guttural growl as he licked my inner thigh, where my leg met my body, was indecent. “Gods you smell so godsdamned good.”
“Then get your mouth on me.”
My demand was met with a dark chuckle, and his stunning gaze ensnared mine. His pupils were so black they almost obscured the purple and silver storm in his irises. “Ask nicely, Butterfly.”
My response was smothered in a cry as he slipped two fingers through the slickness between my legs and entered me, curling them to hit the spot inside me that drove me mad. There was no stopping my cries. I was mindless as he pumped his fingers inside me. Hard.
“Well? I’m waiting.” His tone was dark, but his words were as breathless as mine.
“Stoney...” I managed to whimper. “Please, I need you inside me.”
His fingers immediately withdrew, but a strangled whimper was ripped from me as he dragged his tongue from my slick entrance to circle my clit, his big hand holding my pelvis down as I bucked under his attention.
“Taste you first,” were the only words he offered and they were more of a growl. His tongue laved me like he was trying to gather up every single drop of my slickness while driving me wild.
“Stone, please….I can’t…” At my sobbing words, he gathered some of my slickness on his fingers and slowly slipped a finger lower. At the same time, he slid his thumb inside my core, then clamped his mouth on my clit and sucked, his tongue flicking so fast it burned.
An orgasm exploded through my body in waves of bliss. I clamped around his fingers, and he moaned, his eyes flicking up to my face as tears slipped from my eyes at the sheer ecstasy. Just as I began to float away, he pulled his touch and his mouth away, standing tall between my legs. His erection pulsed, hard and thick, the head shiny and engorged. He pulled me forwarduntil my backside hung slightly off the edge of the table and bent his knees, slipping my legs over his shoulders. Without a word, he snarled and slammed forward.
I screamed as pleasure ripped through me again. There was no pain, not when his fingers and mouth had made me ready to take him. At that moment, I only wanted him to lose control, too. I grasped onto the hard muscles of his shoulders, gazing up into his face, which was contorted with pleasure. As he thrust and withdrew, his eyes opened, and he stared down at me. His breathing was as ragged as mine, his eyes as heated. But it was the look of utter adoration and raw, unfiltered possession that had me clamping my internal muscles around his hard length. Because it mirrored my own. Sharp shocks of bliss rocked me every time he drove forward and rolled his hips, the head of his cock pushing against my womb. He groaned as I canted my hips, my body flicking his tip with each roll of his hips.
“Stone,” I whispered his name reverently. I loved seeing that look of pure pleasure on his face, but I needed...more. I pulled him down, trying to get closer. He knew what I needed and let my legs slip down. His gaze never left mine while he moved his arms until I could hook my heels around his waist. His pace slowed, and he lowered more of his weight onto me until our torsos were touching everywhere, our bodies, slick with sweat, sliding sensually together. The air between us crackled with emotion.
My heart swelled as I stared up at his beautiful face. “I love you.” I couldn’t hold back those words any longer. I’d wanted to say them for so long, and now all I wanted was for him to know how I felt and how much I trusted him with my heart and soul.
He sighed, his face softening as he leaned in and gently kissed my eyelids, cheeks, nose, and mouth. And with each rolling push of his body into mine, he captured another piece of my soul. My heart cracked. No one had ever loved me like he did.He’d known what I needed to quiet my mind. He’d cared for me, not just when I’d broken, but for years. And I’d loved him for years. I’d just never let myself admit it before he forced me to.
