“Look at me,” he commanded harshly. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She didn’t know if he wanted to see her eyes to see what she was feeling because he wasn’t in her mind, or because he wanted her to see him and not another man when he took her. Maybe both. Either way, he wasn’t going to move until she did as he demanded. She brought her gaze back to his face. She would have sworn, at the moment, he looked like sin incarnate. The lines in his face were cut deep. His green eyes were filled with lust and a ruthless intent. He looked every inch the predator.
“Do you feel me inside you? The way I feel you wrapped around me. So tight. So scorching hot. Your body is mine, kessa ku toro. Now look at me and ask me for what you need. Say my name.”
She had no idea what kessa ku toro meant, but she didn’t think it was a curse word. Not like the one he spat out earlier.
“I didn’t mean . . .” She trailed off, watching his gaze drop to where his body met hers. He looked so huge, intimidating. Still, it was sexy. Seeing him stretching her like that, his finger moving over her lips where they wrapped around him so tightly.
“You said it.” He was implacable, his voice going from harsh to guttural.
She knew he was at the edge of his control. She knew when he took her he would be just as savage, just as rough as when he kissed her. His fingers slipped through the slick heat at her entrance, the slick liquid fire that coated his cock, her thighs and gleamed on his jaw. His other hand went to her left breast, gripping her nipple and tugging roughly. Fire shot straight to her sex. Blood rushed hotly through her veins. Her sheath spasmed around him, sent more liquid bathing the thick, broad head buried in her.
His eyes were hooded, heavy-lidded, his teeth bared as he waited for her to obey him. It cost him, that wait, and she knew one word would shred the last of his control. Not movement. Her surrender. That’s what he wanted from her. Total surrender.
She had nothing left. Nowhere else to go. No one else to turn to. There was only this man, the ancient she’d wronged. An ancient who was more feral than tame. An ancient who was not in the least civilized. There was only Aleksei and the things he was doing to her body.
“Don’t stop, Aleksei,” she whispered, because she needed him desperately.
His eyes changed. Dark. Dangerous. Breathtaking. Staring into her eyes, he took her, slamming his cock home, tearing past her thin shield to bury himself to the very hilt. He seemed to lodge in her womb. His heavy sac pressed tight against her buttocks. Pain warred with pleasure as her body struggled to accommodate his size, her tight muscles stretched beyond belief. It was too much. The pleasure rushed over her, catching her by surprise until she didn’t know what was pain and what was paradise.
She lifted her hands to push him away, her body flinching from his, but he caught both wrists in his viselike grip and slammed them to the carpet on either side of her head, his eyes glittering in warning.
“Do not take back your word,” he hissed. “Fighting me now is far too dangerous.”
She didn’t have time to tell him that wasn’t her intention. She just needed a little breathing room. A little time for her body to assimilate the streaks of lightning, the fire gathering like a terrible storm. The pressure building too fast. Too hot. His mouth came down on hers, a wild, savage kiss that took what was left of her sanity. Then he was plunging deep, setting a harsh, ferocious pace that jolted her body with every stroke, sending streaks of fire straight to her core.
She gasped and caught at him for an anchor, the pleasure so intense she feared she might actually pass out. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t find a release. He just never stopped, pushing her higher and higher until she was certain she couldn’t take it. She was being pulled somewhere else. It was terrible. It was beautiful. It was terrifying.
“Stop fighting me,” he hissed, going to his knees. “Kessake, you like this. You want it. I can feel your need, your hunger. Your fighting only makes me lose all control. Relax for me.” He growled the words, but she could tell he was trying to settle her. There was an underlying plea in his command. “Let me help you.”
She hadn’t realized her body was thrashing under his or that her fingernails were digging into his skin. She could see the scored rake marks on his chest and knew they had to be on his back as well. She was just as out of control as her own body.
“O jelä peje terád, emni.” He bit the curse out between his teeth. “Sun scorch you, woman, stop fighting me.” He swore again savagely, in English this time, his hold transferring to her inner thighs.
He held her thighs with a bruising grip, his cock relentless, never stopping, slamming deep and hard with every stroke, burying himself over and over, his face a mask of pure lust, robbing her of all breath. She felt him everywhere. Surrounding her. Taking her over. His body a piston, a jackhammer, driving deep, sending the fire, the flames, through her entire body.
Her tight sheath pulsed and spasmed. Her inner muscles gripped his thick spike viciously, clamping down like a vise, holding him, increasing the friction as he drove into her. Then it was there, exploding through her, tearing through her body, roaring with a life of its own.
She chanted his name. Giving him that. He’d given her the stars. She tried to take him with her, but his green eyes were trained on her face and he plunged into her again and again, watching her as her body fragmented, died and was reborn.
“That is what I want,” he breathed. “Beautiful. I gave that to you. Your lifemate. Aleksei. I gave that to you.”
His cock continued to drive deep into her body, on the heels of the first violent orgasm and another, taking her over, ripping through her, tearing a low, wild keening from her that she couldn’t stop. She swore her vision darkened as the firestorm rushed through her, consuming every cell in her body.
7
Aleksei needed to see the look on her face as he gave her that gift, that beauty. He knew he was far too rough. Too wild. But his lifemate was made for him. The other half of his soul, and even though she didn’t know it—didn’t recognize it—she was a wildcat and was a true match for his savage nature.
He didn’t want to stop. It was pure heaven being buried deep in her body. Streaks of lightning forked through his body, drawing up from his toes to sizzle through his body straight to his brain. Around his cock her body spasmed and convulsed, bathing him in hot, rich honey. The intense strangling sensation added to the friction, as if a hot, wet silken fist gripped and milked him.
A third orgasm ripped through her and he felt his cock swell. Glorious. Impossible. Perfection. Her tight sheath pulsed around him, clamped down and pulsed again. Pulse after pulse. That rich honey scorched and burned and felt so good as with each spasm she poured more around his swollen, hard, aching flesh.
He stared down into her shocked eyes. She looked dazed. Her lips were swollen, her hair everywhere. She looked thoroughly taken. Claimed. His. He emptied himself into her, blasting his seed deep inside her.
Fighting for breath, he allowed himself to collapse over her, forcing her to take his weight while he buried his face in her neck. Her heart beat in that pulse point right by his ear. He could hear the frantic rhythm. Feel her fighting for air. He turned his head and sank his teeth deep.
She cried out, arched her neck, her arms coming up to cradle his head even as a rush of hot liquid enveloped his cock. He held her down, letting her breathe shallowly as he blanketed her, his body connected to hers. Still hard. Still a thick spike that refused to relax while he took her blood. While he sated himself on her.