Chapter 4
Conor Makes His Claim
Conor burned with a fevered passion he could barely control. He’d promised Anna he wouldn’t take more from her than she willingly gave, but as her tongue tangled with his, her lips teasing and nipping as she moved her hands along his chest, he worried she’d make a liar out of him. He rubbed the surface of his palms up her sides until he cupped her covered breasts. Next, he unsnapped the front latch on the bra and freed the soft, mounds of flesh. He brushed his thumbs across her taut nipples. His cock responded with a hard jerk. Tearing away from the kiss, he dipped his head, taking one rigid nub into his mouth, sucking and teasing until Anna cried out with pleasure.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her onto his lap—the only thing separating his cock from her hot pussy was a thin pair of saturated panties. She ground herself against his groin, making them both moan. He wanted nothing more than to be inside Anna—to take her hard and fast until her climaxing screams echoed throughout the camp. But fast and hard wouldn’t get him what he wanted long term: Anna’s permission.
He lifted her and placed her back on the pile of blankets. Anna hissed as he trailed hot kisses down her stomach, lightly grazing her velvet skin with his canines. He tugged her panties between his teeth and growled as the scent of her arousal firmed his resolve.I will make her mine.
Gently, Conor lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder. He pressed the back of her thigh, lifting her ass from the floor as his mouth connected with the heat of her sex. He licked the satin fabric and smiled when soft noises of surrender passed her lips. He hooked a finger between the soaked panty and the swollen lips of her pussy.
“In me. Oh God, I want you in me.” Anna spread her legs for him, inviting Conor to take more and more.
Her pleas brought his beast even closer to the surface. The slight shift stayed below his skin except for the razor sharp claws extending from his fingertips. He curled his fists into the crotch of her underwear, his nails easily slicing the damp cotton, and yanked.
Anna bowed forward, crying out as the satin underwear tore from her body. Conor looked up and met her gaze, her eyes wide with wonder, and her full sensual lips parted in a sexy pout that made his balls draw to his groin. “Sweet Anna,” he whispered, deliberately punctuating her name by delving between her swollen labia and licking her pussy from her succulent opening to the tender mound of flesh at the top. He sucked her clit into his mouth, watching her face as he teased and tormented the sensitive bundle.
He dug his fingers into the blankets, claws slicing through fabric until they found purchase in the earth. It took every ounce of self-control not to bite down on her engorged clitoris and let her blood mingle with his saliva. It would be so easy to let instinct override his morality.
“Ow, fuck,” she panted. The sound made him ease the pressure he’d been applying.
As an apology, he licked her bruised flesh. He hadn’t broken the skin. No harm. No foul. Her juices, fragrant and sweet, flowed into his mouth as he drank the pulsing heat of her sex.
“Goddamn it, Conor. I’m going to come.” Her voice, constricted with need and desire, had raised an octave. “I need you in me now.”
Hearing his name from her lips made his heart skip a beat. He wanted nothing more than to thrust into the warm, lubricated heat of her delicious sex, but if he did now, he knew he wouldn’t last. Not with Anna. “I want you to come again and again,” he murmured against her skin. “I want to feel your pussy explode while my tongue is deep inside you. Only when you’ve been completely sated, then I will fuck you, Anna. I’ll fuck you so good.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
