Chapter 8
Claimed By Bite and Blood
Eve’s pussy throbbed with heat and need. She arched and squirmed to meet Braden’s fingers. She tried to grasp at his shorts—at her shorts—desperate to get rid of the clothing creating an obstacle to her goal. When he’d first taken her from the mess tent, she’d been exhilarated, but on the way, all she could think about was Lizzy’s hands all over him, her flirty smile, and the way he’d smiled back. It had made her so unreasonably furious. She didn’t want another woman handling him. She didn’t want anyone to touch Braden but her.
In his arms, her passion raged wild and unbound. She barely felt the cave wall scraping against her back as he kissed and sucked his way from her lips to her neck to her breasts. His muscles rippled and bunched beneath her hands, beneath her lips—his skin saturated with a burning fever. She had to have more of him. She unhooked her legs from his waist and dropped to the floor of the cave, her mouth never leaving his skin. She fumbled to get her pants off, but Braden somehow got there ahead of her. He pushed Eve’s shorts to her ankles as he kissed down her stomach and past her belly button, until he nudged her thighs apart with his chin.
Eve watched as he spread her sex with his fingers. His hungry gaze, eyes half-slitted, dragged up her body. Braden met her stare as he flicked his tongue against her sensitive clit He licked again. Her pussy flooded with liquid passion as a shudder of burning lust tore through her. Braden held her open with one hand while he thrust a finger inside her with his other. He sucked hard on her clitoris, thrusting his tongue in rhythm with his invading fingers, watching her as he feasted with a voracious appetite.
Her knees buckled and she collapsed, her legs straddling his kneeling thighs. He added another finger inside her, stroking quick and sure over the spot just inside her channel, until mewling sounds fell from her lips. When he bit down on her breast—not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to create sharp pain—Eve’s pussy spasmed.
She could feel him smile against her skin. “You like that, yes?” He bit again for emphasis, and Eve found herself aching for the rush of heat brought on by the pain.
“Yes,” she said, wanting more—so much more.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, licking and kissing where his teeth had created marks. “I love how wet you are for me, Eve.”
“Only you.” The truth of her words astonished Eve. She wanted Braden to know how much he affected her, and not just her body.
He licked his lips, his amber eyes glittering in the dark. “I love the way you taste. So sweet. So good.” He slanted his lips over hers, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth, taking as much as she could give while he continued to thrust his fingers inside her wet heat.
She didn’t think her juices were all that sweet, but even so, tasting herself on his lips, as he conquered her with his hands and with his kisses, the slow burn of orgasm began to build, drawing warmth from her arms and legs to pool at her center. “Braden,” she muttered. “I’m going to—” Her words cut off when he swiped his thumb over her clitoris, shoving her over the edge.
“Ah!” She quaked as her orgasm exploded and spasms wracked her body. Braden captured her moans with his mouth, drinking her ecstasy while his relentless ministrations with his fingers sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through Eve until she thought she would disappear into a bundle of raw nerves. When she couldn’t take more, she tore her mouth from his in a gasping sob.
Braden withdrew his fingers and tugged her close. His nose had widened, his brow had thickened, and his green eyes had turned completely amber. Eve leaned into him, trying to cover as much of his skin with her own. His shaft—long, thick, and hard—wedged between them. She gasped at the size. From what she’d seen and felt, Braden hadn’t been a small man, but he hadn’t been this big either.
“I want you, Eve.” His voice had that inhuman edge. “I need to be in you.”
“Yes.” She wanted the same.
Braden looped his arm around her waist, and in a swift motion, he had her pinned to the ground. She reached out to brace herself, startled when her hand smacked against a blanket and not dirt and rocks. He spread her thighs wide as he guided his rigid cock against her opening. She felt the first tightening of renewed excitement when he rubbed the engorged head between the folds of her pussy in teasing movements. She rocked her hips to him, wanting him, all of him, inside her.
“Please, Braden.” She wasn’t a prize or something to be owned, but in this moment, she wanted to be possessed by Braden.
“My control’s no good,” he muttered.
Eve drew him to her and kissed his mouth, now wide, but still full, with the early stages of transformation. “I don’t care.” She could feel the first of her own change, especially in her heightened sense of awareness. The way Braden breathed, the way his muscles rippled, and the way he smelled—earth and musk—drove her insane with passion.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He rubbed his face, scruffy with stubble, against her cheek.
“You won’t.” Eve brushed his hair back from his face.
He stared at her with a look she didn’t understand, and in an eerily calm voice he said, “Yes, I will.”
He drove his hips forward, thrusting his length deep into Eve in one sharp movement. She cried out at the swiftness—at the pain—as he drove his cock until he completely sheathed himself inside her.
He held still, his eyes blazing with fragile constraint, while he waited for her to adjust. Eve bit her lower lip—blood blossoming in her mouth—as he stretched her wide, filling her with a satisfying ache of pleasure. She’d never felt complete, but in Braden’s arms, joined to him so intimately, she was finally whole. Braden was a piece of Eve—a part of her she hadn’t realized she’d been missing until now.
She curved her back, rolling her hips to rub herself against his groin, turning the pain into bliss. When she was human, she would not have been able to take Braden, not as he was now, but as a lycanosapien, the power in him—in his movements—only added to the ecstasy. His hard chest against her breasts turned her nipples into tightly drawn buds of pure excitement. She grasped at him, writhing and wiggling, craving more.
“Eve,” Braden said, warning in his voice.
“You’re not hurting me,” she said—a reassurance. “I want you, Braden. I want all of you.”
A growl tore from his throat as he lifted her from the ground, withdrew his abundant length until only the head remained inside her before he thrust again.
Eve cried out. Every hard inch of Braden driving into her body felt like a victory.
