His mouth descended to her throat, kissing here, tracing his tongue there, slightly sinking his teeth into that warm, pulsing area where her beautiful neck met that strong, sexy shoulder. He didn’t bite very hard, definitely not hard enough to break skin, but the soft growl Khaki let out was so wild and passionate that he found it hard to hold back.
Her claws dug into his back as she ripped his shirt off his shoulders. He knew she’d scratched him hard enough to bleed, but he didn’t care. He never imagined it could feel so good to have a set of claws buried in his flesh, but it did. Beyond words.
That was when he stopped holding back and let his fangs bite just a little bit deeper.
The sound of pleasure Khaki made probably woke the neighbors three streets down, but Xander was beyond caring about that too.
* * *
Khaki growled as Xander pushed her up against the wall and let his sharp canines come down on her shoulder. It shouldn’t have felt so good, but the pleasure spreading out from her neck and shoulder could only be described as orgasmic.
She dug her claws into his back and urged him to keep going. She’d never been this turned on before, and everything Xander did, especially the biting, only made her burn hotter.
It was crazy. She’d never been into anything remotely kinky like this, had never even been a fan of rough sex before now. But at that moment, all she wanted Xander to do was rip off her clothes and take her right there against the wall as hard as he could.
And Xander seemed more than willing to do everything she desired, ripping off her shirt, then shredding her bra with his claws. He shoved her higher on the wall and closed his mouth on her tingling nipples, suckling on them. When one of his fangs lightly grazed the stiff peak, she growled and wrapped both arms tightly around him.
Although part of her wanted Xander to pin her to the wall with his hard, muscular body and make her scream for hours on end, there was another part of her that wanted to be the one ripping and tearing clothing, to be the one taking him to the floor and sinking her fangs into him as she climbed on his thick cock and rode him until they both came harder than either of them had ever come.
No, she’d definitely never been into anything remotely this kinky before.
Khaki grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his mouth from her breasts so she could kiss him—hard. She pushed away from the wall with her other hand, trying to wiggle out of his grasp so she could get him on the floor, but it didn’t work. Xander simply put both hands under her ass, picked her up like she weighed nothing, then carried her into the living room. And the most impressive part was that he went back to teasing her nipples as he did it.
The next thing she knew, Xander had her ass planted on the high table behind the couch, knocking a glass vase aside to make room, smashing it to bits on the floor. She’d just bought that vase a few days ago, but she didn’t complain. Something told her that vase wasn’t the only thing in her house that was going to get damaged tonight.
Xander buried both hands in her hair, bringing his mouth up her throat and across her cheek, then kissing her so hard his fangs nicked her lips. That only made her moan louder and kiss him back just as forcefully.
She was so caught up in the kiss that she didn’t realize he’d slid one hand down and unbuttoned her jeans until she felt cool air on her lower belly. She lifted her ass and held on to the table for dear life as Xander yanked off her jeans. They sailed across the room and nearly took out her favorite painting. She briefly wondered if they should dial it down a notch. That silly notion disappeared the moment Xander ripped off her panties and slowly slid his fingers up and down the folds of her very wet pussy.
She couldn’t help but notice that his claws were no longer out. Thank God he had more control than she did.
Khaki gripped the edge of the table and leaned back, watching as he teased her. It didn’t take long before his fingers were moist and glistening. A deep growl rumbled in Xander’s throat and his eyes blazed with fire as the scent of her arousal filled the room. He was in control, but just barely.
At least he was smart enough to stay away from her clit. She was so turned on that even a light touch there probably would have made her explode on the spot. A week of foreplay could do that to a woman.
But soon enough, she found herself growling with frustration. She reached down and grabbed his fingers, pulling them away. “No more teasing.”
Without waiting for a response, she sat up on the table and started working his belt loose. It was harder to undo than it should have been. Her claws were still out and she wasn’t used to working with them. But with a little help from him, she finally had his belt unbuckled and the buttons of his 501s undone.
A moment later she learned two important facts about Xander. For one thing, he didn’t wear underwear. And for another, he had an absolutely perfect cock.
Khaki’s pulse quivered at the sight of his long, hard shaft, trying to imagine how good it was going to feel inside her.
Her hunger only got worse as he kicked off his boots and jeans, standing there in nothing but the shredded remains of his shirt, a light smattering of blood running down his left shoulder from where she’d dug her claws into him. But he didn’t seem bothered by the scratches. She couldn’t bring herself to be too upset either. It was like she’d marked him as her own.
Khaki gazed at him, taking in everything from his beautiful, muscular body to the desire in his eyes to the way a delightfully scrumptious smelling pearl of pre-cum was even now beading up on the tip of his cock.
Conflicting desires warred within her. She wanted to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth right there in her living room. But she also wanted him inside her more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. It was more than a need for physical pleasure. Something down in the depths of her soul told her she had to be with him, that she wouldn’t be whole until she was.
It was a need that couldn’t be ignored.
“Take me to bed,” she said softly. “Now.”
A sexy grin tipped up the corners of his lips, exposing more of his extended canines. She loved his smile—and those fangs.
“We don’t have to use the bed,” he said. “The back of the couch looks like it might be fun.”
Khaki smiled as she sidled past him. “But the bedroom is where I keep the condoms, so we might as well start there.” She threw a look over her shoulder as she headed in that direction. “We can try out the couch after that. Then the kitchen table.”
