Her skin felt too tight, too hot. Beneath her loose knit top and soft pants, herdermaglyphsfelt more alive than ever before, as if the otherworldly skin markings were lit up and churning, licking her with fire.
She had felt desire before, but so infrequently she scarcely remembered when. None of the fumbling schoolboy kisses or clumsy hands that chanced to touch her in the past could compare to what she was feeling now. Rafe’s touch obliterated everything that came before. His kiss ignited a fire in her that could not be contained.
When his hand slipped under the hem of her sweater to skim over her bare stomach, she arched into him on a shivery gasp. She writhed under him, pleasure swamping her as his palm moved higher, caressing her over the thin lace of her bra. The front clasp popped open a second later, and Devony moaned as he cupped her naked breast in his hand.
“Christ, you’re soft,” he murmured. “And I can feel yourglyphscoming to life under my fingertips.”
She could feel it too. Each brush of his hand sent pleasure dancing across her skin, and turned the ache in her core into a molten yearning.
His kiss moved onto her throat. “I need to see you.”
He didn’t wait for permission. It was just as well. She could hardly find her voice to give it to him as the hunger in her mounted. Pushing her shirt up from the waist, his hands skated along her torso, bunching the fabric beneath her chin. He stopped kissing her for a moment, and removed her top and bra completely. Then he tilted his head down to look at her.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” His deep voice carried a coarse edge, thickened from his desire and from the fangs that filled his mouth. The heat of his amber gaze bathed her in warm light as he lifted up and slowly drank in the sight of her. “I knew you would be gorgeous, Devony. All of these prettyglyphson your soft, creamy skin. But you’re beyond anything I imagined.”
He touched her with the same reverence she saw in his eyes. When he bent forward and traced his tongue along the curves of one of her markings, she shuddered with sensation. He lavished kisses on every bared inch of her, moving from one breast to the other, then down to her navel. Herglyphsresponded as if he commanded them, their colors surging and undulating under his lips, under his fingers, as he explored them all.
“I wonder where this one leads,” he murmured, lowering himself over her body and licking one of the flourishes that disappeared below the waistband of her yoga pants. He tugged them down her hips, taking off her panties along with them. The breath he inhaled sounded ragged as his glowing gaze followed the path of aglyphthat ran across her hip bone and onto the mound of her sex. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, a wicked tilt to his lips. “I think I found my favorite.”
Spreading her legs to afford himself better access, he sank between her parted thighs and dropped a line of kisses from one end of thedermaglyphto the other. His short beard delivered a delicious abrasion, making Devony’s arousal ratchet impossibly tighter. Lord, she thought she might explode from desire for him.
She nearly did in that next moment, when he pressed his mouth to the drenched seam of her body. His tongue cleaved between her folds and she sucked in a gulp of air. It left her on a shuddery sigh as he suckled her clit with ruthless demand.
Her response seemed to spur his own. He moaned and dragged her closer, his palms cupping her backside, holding her steady when she could hardly keep from writhing in hot, pleasurable agony.
She wasn’t prepared for the sudden, overwhelming tide of sensation that rolled up on her.
The wave crested, then crashed, flooding every fiber of her being with a shimmery, quicksilver bliss. She cried out, his name ragged on her tongue as her release left her shaking in Rafe’s hands, her body convulsing against his whiskered face.
When she finally dragged her eyelids open, she found him staring at her, studying her with pure male appreciation. Her vision was soaked in amber, her fangs feeling as long and sharp as daggers as she panted heavily through her parted lips.
Rafe grinned. “Holy hell, Devony. I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
All she could do was moan in reply. Even that wordless sound was rough and inhuman. She’d never made a noise like that before. Never felt this alive.
And as overcome as he seemed looking at her, Devony could not begin to describe what the sight of Rafe did to her now, with her body thrumming from the pleasure he’d just given her.
Handsome and golden, his immense body wrapped in muscle, he was magnificent simply by existing. But now, with his aquamarine eyes engulfed in amber fire, his face stark with desire, and his sharp fangs gleaming, he was nothing short of awesome.
A fierce possessiveness washed over her as she gazed at him. It came from a place in her that had already claimed him as hers, even before tonight. It was an untamed part of her, one that had been sleeping until tonight. Until Rafe’s kiss in that parking lot woke her up.
Devony lifted up off the floor, one palm planted in the center of his chest.
He looked surprised at first, but an eager, approving light smoldered in his amber eyes as she urged him into a sitting position and rose onto her knees in front of him.
She pulled off his black T-shirt and let her gaze roam greedily over the tangles ofglyphscovering his strong chest and arms. He didn’t have as many as her. Thanks to her mother’s laboratory-manipulated genetics, Devony had been born with an abundance of the skin markings, plus the diminutive teardrop-and-crescent-moon stamp of a Breedmate.
To anyone inside or outside of the Breed, she was unique. But to her, Rafe was a singular fascination.
One she simply could not resist.
She ran her hands over his smooth skin, watching the colors rush and churn along hisglyphs. Dark wine, indigo and gold. Her own skin seethed with the same deep hues. All the colors of desire.
Rafe shuddered under her questing hands, his gaze molten. When she leaned forward and used her tongue to taste him the way he had done with her, his muscles flexed under her lips. The enormous bulge that filled the front of his black jeans grew even more pronounced.
His hands played in her hair, loosening it from the messy bun. “Have you ever been with a male of your own kind before?”
She licked her lips. “I’ve never been with anyone.”
