His eyes narrowed at me, even when his lips twitched. “We are going to have a problem if you don’t.”
A smile captured my lips too. There was that sarcasm of his again, and I loved it. I dragged my palms over his chest, caressing his nipple as he did mine, and a grunt escaped him.Biting my lower lip, I continued down his abs, enjoying every twitch or tension of his body while my hands lowered. When my fingers closed around his hardness, Dante’s eyes fell closed in pleasure, another grunt escaping him.
To my surprise, he was wet too, and I couldn’t help but slide my finger over it.
“Is that okay?” The breathless question was barely audible, my hand relishing the feel of him—sizzling hot, hard, and soft all at the same time. I stroked the full length of him slowly over and over, not knowing what I was doing, but exploring him in the way my body urged me to do. I never wanted to let go of him.
“Flawless,” he groaned, his gaze intensifying once it returned to me. “Do you want me inside you, Natasha?”
“Yes,” I begged, my core clenching in response, and filling me with devastating desire.
His arms instantly wrapped around me, and he guided me back to the bed, resting on top of me while the darkness dispersed over my top, vanishing it and leaving my breasts free to his eyes. I was now fully naked in front of him, and my body tingled with joy. Dante brushed his mouth against my nipples, sucking on them, biting, kissing them, and dragging fresh moans out of me.
I pulled him to me, my thighs parting, legs wrapping around his hips. When he pressed his body against mine, the world became alive again, feeling every hard inch of him over my sleek, heated core.
“It’s going to hurt at first,” he confessed, that perfect strand of obsidian hair falling over his eyes, and he anchored both elbows at either side of me.
“I don’t care,” I admitted, lost in his star-filled eyes.
Claiming my mouth again, Dante pressed our hips together, and I felt him right there, in the entry to my core—where the aching increased with every passing second, where my bodylonged for him. I couldn’t imagine anything hurting more than not having him inside me. I feverishly needed him.
Dante pushed his hardness into me slowly, gently, eyes boring into mine as the pressure increased in my core. I froze under him, my hands gripping the skin of his back fiercely while I held onto him. He didn’t stop, but I didn’t want him to either. He slid inside me inch by delicious inch until I felt the pressure reach the deepest part of me. Until there was no space left between us.
A moan of pleasure and pain erupted from my being, but it was soon erased by the sight of Dante’s tattoo glowing. I blinked, seeing the stars on his skin twinkle within his cosmos, the darkness swirling between them as the white wolf, my wolf, gleamed to life. It lasted merely an instant, but it came alive for us, and it was mesmerizing.
The invisible connection we’d shared from the start instantly heightened, enhancing the feelings our joined bodies provoked, and robbing me of sanity. Dante moaned deeply over my mouth; overcome with the same ecstasy I was feeling.
A smirk tilted his lips before he kissed me once more, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. Sending waves of passion and desire through me, his movements took away the pain while his hand caressed my breasts, making the rest of the world disappear.
It was only he and I in that moment… nothing else existed.
My moans rose in the air like a song only Dante inspired, becoming louder as I lost myself in him. With his every thrust, we rose higher and higher, panting, kissing, tumbling into an abyss made just for us until Dante came apart in my arms.
15
DANTE
Nothing I ever witnessed at the Viscountess’ hands, had ever prepared me for this.
For the feel of Natasha’s lips closing over mine, her fingers tracing my muscles, her body melting in my arms. Nor for the sensations her touch ignited or the powerful hold the mere sight of her had on me. Having her in front of me after anticipating this for so long was indescribable, and I was never letting her out of my sight again.
For the past five years, visions of Natasha were all we had of her. Of her in that gods-forsaken concentration camp that Arnoldt Von Schwarz built in Colorado—after somehow surviving theBlack Forestbattle against theonlytrue Wolf Shifter race…
The ReinheitWölfe Kingdom.
RavenWolves, or whatever they now called themselves, may have changed somewhat after fleeing to the United States, but they were still as evil as their black magic origins were.
All except Natasha.
TheStarlightin my darkness.
I’d also seen her feistiness, innocence, an inner strength she didn’t even realize she possessed, and her wit. The endless pain she carried for losing her parents, and even her dreams of being part of a world that was innately hers—not the twisted, pain-filled one, fashioned by her disturbed uncle.
I’d seen Natasha’s heart, and for five years, I had loved her.
A sigh escaped her lips when she snuggled closer to my chest, her naked body deliciously molded to mine after I made love to her again in the middle of the night… from behind. With D and I so close, her mating desires had awakened—not only in the woman but in the she-wolf—and they would only get stronger until she was unable to fully satiate them.
At least, not until she claimed all three of her destined mates, and since Hannes was in Germany right now, and D was still the sensual yet scary Vampire to her, that meant a lot of sexy fun for me in the meantime.
