I slidmy hands into her hair and tilted her head back. She stared up at me, daring me to do it. So I did. I kissed her, hard, claiming her mouth. She made a noise in her throat, somewhere between a moan and a growl, and pressed herself against me. She tasted so sweet.
I lost track of time, lost track of the world. There was only her, her mouth, her hands on my back, the thrum of blood in my ears.
She kissed me back with a hunger that caught me off guard. Her hands found the hem of my shirt and slipped underneath, nails scraping my skin. I wanted her. Fuck, I needed her.
She broke the kiss, breathing hard, and whispered, "Is this what you do? Bring women up here and seduce them with nature and motorcycles?"
I put my forehead against hers and smiled. "Only the ones who can handle it."
She laughed, low and throaty, and shoved me backwards onto the seat of the bike. "Prove it," she said.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me, hands braced on my shoulders, grinding down enough to drive me insane.
We kissed until I couldn’t breathe. Her hands moved everywhere, my hair, my neck, my chest. She was bold, unafraid, and it made me want her more.
I cupped her ass and rocked her against the bulge in my jeans. She gasped, biting my bottom lip, and I almost lost it right there.
The dragon inside me roared. It wanted to tear the clothes off her, wanted to taste her skin, wanted to burn the memory of this night into her body.
I fumbled with the button of her jeans, but she beat me to it, shoving my hands away and doing it herself. She wriggled out of them, tossed them onto the ground, and smirked at me.
I reached for her, but she stopped me. "Wait," she said. "Take your shirt off."
I obliged, yanking it over my head. Her eyes raked over me, hungry, and she touched my chest like she was mapping new territory. Then she leaned in and kissed my throat, my collarbone, my shoulder. Each touch left a trail of fire in its wake.
I tugged at her panties, but she laughed and slid them off herself. She was naked from the waist down, perched on my lap, and I was about to lose my mind.
She unzipped my jeans and freed my cock. I hissed at the cold air, at the feel of her hand on me. She stroked me, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact.
"You’re killing me," I said, and she grinned.
"That’s the idea."
She angled herself over me, but I held her up by her thighs. "I know neither of us can catch normal human STDs, but what about a condom for pregnancy?" I wanted her to have all of my babies, but maybe not yet.
"I'm on birth control," she said with a moan. "Let me go."
Fuck me, she was amazing. I let go and she sank down, inch by inch, until I was buried in her heat. We both groaned at the same time, the sound echoing in the quiet night.
We fucked on the motorcycle, awkward and desperate. The seat was too narrow, the handlebars in the way, but none of it mattered. I held her hips and thrust up into her, hard and fast, and she clawed at my shoulders like she wanted to leave marks.
She moved above me, riding me. Her hair fell around her face in a wild curtain, her eyes glazed with need. I slid my hand between us and rubbed her clit. She gasped, grinding harder, and tightened around me.
"Come for me," I said, and she did, shuddering and cursing, hands fisted in my hair.
I followed, the release so intense it left me dizzy. I held her tightly, breathing her in, my entire body shaking with it.
We sat there, tangled together, sweat cooling in the night air. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I stroked her back, not ready to let go.
We could’ve gone back to the bar. Or her place. Or hell, even a hotel. But I didn’t want to be anywhere but here, alone in the dark, with her taste still on my tongue and the night all ours.
I grabbed the blanket from my saddlebag and shook it out, laying it down over the grass. She watched, biting her lip, like she couldn’t decide if she should laugh or kiss me again.
"Better than a hotel," I said, smoothing the blanket. "Stars, fresh air, no nosy neighbors." This was clan land, and one of my favorite places to come. Nobody else ever came here, not even any of my brothers.
She laughed, dropping down onto the blanket and stretching her arms over her head. "You’re such a cliché."
I knelt beside her, propped up on one arm, looking down at her. "You think so?"
