He casually and way too easily subdued her by rolling over and flattening his huge body over her. “Calling names isn’t nice,” he said, his eyes burning.
She narrowed her gaze into a glare and tried to ignore the heat pouring from him. His elbows kept his weight off her, but still, the press of sinew and strength made her breath catch in her lungs. His cock, hard as steel, pressed against her clit.
Desire slid through her, flaring nerve endings to life.
Her body softened and responded to him, as it had since the first night he’d mated her, so long ago. His bite, his mark, had changed her at a chromosomal level. One that responded only to him, and so damn easily. “We need to talk,” she murmured, her nipples sharpening against his chest.
“Talking hasn’t done us much good lately.” Desire poured from him, infusing the room with the masculine scent of pine. “Let’s try something else.” His head dipped, and his mouth took hers.
Every time was like the first time. Shock, heat, and desire so hot it singed. The kiss was electricity and ice, infused with the dark taste of the man himself. His tongue stroked hers, and his sinewed body pressed hers farther into the bed.
She tunneled her hands through his thick, wet hair, holding tight.
He growled into her mouth, and wetness spilled between her thighs. So easily, and he knew it. His teeth nipped her lips, wandered down her jaw, and scraped along her neck. “You’re too beautiful for words,” he murmured, his tongue flicking a nipple.
Pleasure, dark and edged, winged through her. She arched against him, her fingers digging in to his scalp. “Talen,” she moaned.
He licked her other nipple. “Sometimes I dream about these hard little nipples.”
Her body pretty much lit on fire from within.
“But then I realize there’s more pleasure to be found.” He reached up and removed her hands from his head. Kicking the bedclothes away, he dropped to his knees on the floor and yanked her toward him.
She gasped, her arms flinging out.
His hands pressed her thighs wide, opening her for him. She looked down, her breath catching at the raw hunger on his face. His gaze, brooding and primal, captured hers as he licked his lips.
She fought a groan. “Talen?”
“Mine, Cara. Don’t you ever forget it.” His heated breath brushed her clit, and her body arched. His mouth covered her, and he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Delicious, decadent, and dangerous. Ecstasy bit into her. She threw back her head and shut her eyes, allowing pleasure to take over her body.
His fingers caressed her, pressing inside her, stretching her tight flesh. He stroked her inner muscles, his tongue lashing her, until she was thrashing and trembling with the need to climax.
He kept her right on the edge. She tried to grab his head, but her hands flailed around her. So close. So damn close. Waves of sensation built inside her, so fast, so intense. Pleasure broke over her, and she cried out, arching into his mouth with an orgasm so powerful sparks flashed behind her eyes.
Talen stood and came over her, fitting his cock at her entrance and working inside her with slow, deliberate thrusts. His teeth raked her shoulder, and one arm banded around her waist, half-lifting her from the bed.
His cock filled her, overtook her, pleasured her. He hammered inside her, and mini-explosions rocked her core, all building up to something that almost scared her. She dug her nails into his chest and tilted her pelvis to take more of him.
He growled low and pounded harder. His teeth latched on to her neck. The erotic pain sent her over, exploding ecstasy inside her. She cried out his name, holding tight.
He dropped his head to her neck and came, his body shuddering.
She released him, drowsiness attacking her. He grasped the bedclothes and dragged them up, covering them both before drawing her into his arms to wrap his big body around her.
“We still need to talk,” she murmured sleepily, wiggling her butt into his groin.
A hand on her hip stopped her. “Go to sleep.”
“I’m going to continue to push and work publicly for the humans. You’re going to have to let that temper free at some point,” she whispered.
He stiffened and then slowly relaxed around her. “You’d better hope not.”
She blinked. “Why not?”
“Because if I let this temper free, you won’t be able to sit for a month.” He kissed her head. “Go to sleep.”
