Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,88

He knew what she wanted to hear!

Eveline was drenched in sweat, wrung out and helplessly shaking with the force of his lovemaking.

Heavens above! Her orgasms kept on building, never ending, blowing her equanimity into smithereens!

“Baby…” he purred low, nipping her earlobe as he thrust hard and swiveled his tight ass to grind against her pleasure center deep inside.

And Eveline completely dissolved into a puddle of greedy, needy want.

“Yesssss,” she breathed, her hands clawing into his silky hair, holding him to her as tightly as she could.

He pulled out to the tip again despite her strong legs scrabbling to keep him deep inside.

“Alend…” she moaned.

“Hmm?”

“Uhn,” she grunted when he plowed slowly through her tunnel again, lighting up her entire vaginal canal with orgasmic sparks.

“Please,” she breathed, grabbing onto his thick wrists with desperate hands and digging her nails in.

“How do you want my cock, baby?” he reminded her of his original, long forgotten question with another slow retreat and plunging thrust.

“Oh gods! You big bully!” she thrashed, delirious with pleasure, “Anyway you want to give it to me. Just give it to me now!”

All at once, he jerked her to him, rising to his knees and sitting on his heels. He held her torso in place as he began to piston into her, flexing his thighs, snapping his hips, clenching his buttocks.

He was wild, and she was wild with him. Clawing, biting, bucking, she gave as good as she got. Holding tightly onto him. Riding his magnificent cock. Surging back and forth with her hips in counterpoint to his.

“Eveline,” he groaned in guttural abandon, holding her gaze as he gave her everything he had.

“Alend,” she answered, her eyes shimmering with all the emotions she couldn’t express, didn’t know how to put into words.

This male! How he felt inside her, all around her. She never wanted this feeling to end.

She’d do anything to have him. Keep him. Cherish him. She’d never share even one single taste or morsel of him. Her beautiful, magical, Eternal Mate.

Her Dark possession.

She pulled him to her and fused their mouths together as they reached their zenith at the same moment.

White-hot ecstasy exploded through their bodies, igniting their souls, melding their hearts together as one.

She would never be the same again. He’d changed her forever. She felt awed and overwhelmed in the throes of her transformation. Fiery sparks danced and crackled in the air around them like electricity arcing across a live, exposed wire.

She pulled slightly back to look into his obsidian eyes, her fingers gently caressing his sharp, angular jaw.

In the heavy gusts of breaths that followed, as they shuddered and shook in each other’s arms, Eveline licked her lips, trying to form the words she wanted, needed, to say, but didn’t know how.

But just as she opened her mouth to speak them, their bubble of bliss was interrupted by Rhys’ warning shout—

“Incoming! He’s right behind me!”

The eagle-man had found them.

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Ramses grunted when, not even ten seconds after he and Eveline had righted their clothes, Rhys barreled into him like a cruise missile, losing his eagle form on impact.

“Can’t shift back,” Rhys winced as he painfully rose to his feet. “Direct orders.”

Ramses pushed Eveline in his direction and barked, “Take her. The exit is half a mile or less away. Go into the forest and hide.”

“I’m not leaving you!” Eveline immediately argued. “I can help!”

Ramses didn’t look at her, merely sending a silent command to his Chosen. He wasn’t going to waste breath convincing her. Her safety was nonnegotiable.

Rhys grabbed Eveline’s hand and tugged hard. She stubbornly tried to dig her heels in.

Ramses didn’t stay to watch. Rhys would do what needed to be done to protect Eveline.

He began running in the opposite direction, hoping he could head off their pursuer and buy Eveline and Rhys a bit of time.

The eagle king was here to finish the Challenge, wasn’t he? Ramses was more than ready to accommodate him.

Soon enough, toward the middle of the cavern, Ramses could hear the eagle warrior’s approach—a whistle in the still air, the flap of giant wings.

He stood still with his feet planted heavily on the ground, his fists at his sides, and closed his eyes.

Though his wounds weren’t fully healed, Eveline had recharged him with the gift of her body, the richness of her blood. He didn’t have time to analyze it, but somehow, she’d awakened the long-dormant power within him; he could feel the Element Earth coalescing in his veins, fortifying every cell.

He tested his rediscovered strength