Sia reached for the back of his black shirt and dragged it up and over his shoulders, his mouth only leaving hers long enough for her to free him from the clothing. They lay back and kissed some more, his thick thighs straddling her and his hands sliding into her hair, anchoring her in place while he traced the tender skin on the inside of her bottom lip before nipping hard.
She gasped as a bolt of need shot through her, pooling in her core. He tore his mouth away as he reared back to stare at her, his pupils barely visible in the center of so much hot amber light. Breeddermaglyphstracked all over his body and onto his neck. The multi-hued skin markings were like a painting now, his desire for her making the swirls and arcs and tangled vines of patterns surge with motion and pulsating colors.
Sia had never seen anything as magnificent. Every inch of him was dense muscle and firm skin swirling with the strange, alien markings, these living, moving testaments of his need for her. Nothing at all like the sun-kissed, golden skin of her past lovers in the colony, including Elyon, whose fine-hewn physical perfection could have made the angels weep.
No, with his massive build and bulging muscles, Trygg looked more demon than angel. And her hungry eyes couldn’t get their fill of him.
“You’re glorious, Trygg.” She smoothed her fingers over his warm muscles and the stunningglyphsthat were uniquely his own. “The most incredible man I’ve ever seen.”
His sensual mouth twisted at her praise, but this time he didn’t reject it. His breath sawed out of him, his fangs like pearly daggers as he gazed hungrily at her beneath him.
“Beautiful Sia,” he said, his hands roaming from her waist to the swell of her hip. Gripping her there, he dragged her against his groin, using his hold to crush their bodies more tightly together. “Have you ever been with a Breed before?”
Although phrased as a question, he meant it also as a warning. One that made her veins throb and the heat gathering in the center of her turn even more molten.
She shook her head. “I’ve never wanted to be. Now I can’t think of anything I’ve ever wanted more. Just you.”
With the press of his hard, thick arousal jutting against her, she moaned, suddenly desperate to get even closer. He leaned over her, tugging hard on her hair as he took her mouth again, his hold tilting her head back on her shoulders, baring her throat to him.
She could feel her pulse pounding there and froze, wondering if he wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh. Some wild, reckless part of her wanted him to. Dared him to. Anything to make this dark, needy pull inside her subside. But no, he only skimmed his lips over her skin, leaving a trail of flames in their wake as he moved lower.
“So damn soft,” he muttered on a groan as he scraped along her jawline with the very edge of his fangs. For a second, he pulled back to drink her in with the heat of his molten gaze.
Then he was on her again, this time his hands at her waistband, deftly unbuttoning her jeans, slowly working her zipper down. She helped, wriggling her hips as he slid the material down over her thighs and onto the floor. It was only when he straightened that she realized he’d gotten her panties as well. And now she lay before him naked.
The pulse in his neck hammered like a drum as his gaze traveled over her. He pushed her legs apart roughly and dropped his head down between her spread thighs. A moment later, he was on her, his molten mouth covering her sex as his tongue flicked against the part of her that ached most.
She closed her hands over his stubbled head and held tight, reveling in the feel of his mouth on her. He mastered her pleasure, combining long, sensual strokes with quick, brutal lashes of his tongue over her clit and deep into the cleft of her sex. Then he dipped a finger inside the wet heat of her channel and stars exploded behind her closed eyelids.
Her body erupted into climax, the world going out of focus as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. So quickly, he’d sent her over the edge and now she wanted nothing more than for him to join her.
She reached for him, not caring if she showed him how badly she needed him.
Desperate. That was the only word for how she felt.
She was desperate to feel his length inside her. Filling the space that felt so empty. Making her forget how lonely she had truly been since arriving in this mortal world. How lonely she had been even back home in the colony.
She scrabbled for his belt, her movements unusually clumsy. When she released a frustrated sound, he covered her hands with his, speeding things along. In moments, he was naked. And if Sia had thought him impressive before, the sight of him fully unclothed and unabashedly aroused robbed all of the air from her lungs.
His answering grin held no shame. And why should it? He was magnificent.
And, at least for right now, he was hers.
“Touch me,” he commanded her, as if she needed the direction.
Her hands were already reaching for him, greedy to feel his power in her palms…and in her body.
He groaned, dropping his head back as she stroked him. But he didn’t allow her to explore for long. On a snarl, he prowled back into place above her. His glowing amber eyes held her gaze as he lowered himself and pushed inside, filling her in a long, heavy thrust.
And then they were moving together, giving and taking, bodies slick and urgent and driven with a combined need neither of them could deny. It was as if she’d been waiting for this all her long life. Waiting for this man to awaken her and make her feel truly alive.
Sia cried out as wave after wave of release poured over her.
But the pleasure she felt was only the beginning of something larger yet to come. Trygg took her there before she’d barely caught her breath from the first orgasm. She’d never felt such intense desire, and she was no delicate virgin getting a taste of her first lover.
No, this passion she felt with Trygg was unexpected. If she had known it would be this good, she might have leashed the urge to kiss him. Because now, as she looked into his blazing eyes while he chased his own release, all she craved was more.
More from a Breed male who had already pledged himself to another: the Order.
