Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,88

her mouth to bask a tight bud in the gloriousness that was his mouth.

Her only response was to grasp his shoulders in a frantic attempt to remain upright. He licked his way back up her body, and his ravenousness eyes locked with hers. A wild hunger consumed her.

Grabbing his hand, she demanded it go lower, and he grinned devilishly. “Ah, is this what you’re after?” Lightly running his fingers along her inner thigh, he painfully drew out the moment until he finally reached her slick heat, instantly sending her to wobble as the pleasure nearly shattered her.

When his touch lingered inwards, her breath became ragged, and her legs gave out. Kyden caught her in his arms and laid her down in front of him. He settled between her thighs, raised up on his forearms, and slid his hands beneath her head.

His erection rested against her fiery flesh, and she tensed. He rubbed against her, allowing her wetness to spread along his hardened length as he primed her for entry. Then he lifted his hips and pushed forward. She grabbed his hips, stopping him, realizing she almost made a stupid mistake. “What about a condom?”

He groaned, and the strain of waiting showed in his pinched expression. “Condoms are for mortals. Supernaturals—as in, me—are magically protected from pregnancy. When children are wanted, the magic is removed.”

“Oh.”

That was all she got out before he shifted his hips forward, and she gasped at the shock of the sensation, digging her nails into his arms. He stopped with only a little of himself sheathed inside, and kissed her again.

She was barely able to kiss him and everything seemed so strained.

Kyden pushed a little farther, only to meet resistance. Her body was tight against him, and she whimpered. “Shh…” he crooned, brushing his nose against jawline. “We’re meant to fit together. I belong right here, Álainn.”

Bringing his lips back to hers, he deepened his kiss, and her body burned. Some in pleasure. Some in pain. As Kyden’s kiss intensified, so did the pressure between her thighs. He lowered his hand to her side and tightened his fingers against her hipbone, when he gave one steady push.

Hissing against the pain, she had no doubt her nails would leave an imprint on his arms, not that he seemed to mind. He stayed still, staring at her with an obvious battle raging inside of him: he disliked hurting her, but he loved being joined.

When the sharp sting settled and she relaxed, he shifted his hips slowly, allowing her body to become accustomed to him. With each withdrawal, she moaned. With each insertion, she gasped.

He no longer kissed her. His face remained inches from hers and his hand cradled the back of her head. Gazing at her with heady emotion in his eyes, he handled her body like he dealt with everything else in his life, with care, but also with arrogance. Every slide of his body against hers marked her as if he stamped himself on her soul, and she wanted more.

Soon, her body didn’t fight his intrusion and she accepted him easily. Wetness increased between her thighs, and Kyden moaned, dropping his head to rest in her neck. The pain gave way to a new sensation, consuming her and setting her aflame.

Raising his head, Kyden increased his speed—still gentle, only faster. Nexi’s moans deepened as she drank in the flexing muscles beneath her hands, the sweat coating his skin, and the sounds of his pleasure.

She rose up and lightly ran her tongue up the length of a bulging vein, tasting salty flesh and inhaling his spicy scent, which made him grunt. Lifting himself onto his hands, he peered down at her while he shifted his hips harder, faster, until she was gasping from his strength. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, angling her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, while sweet satisfaction drifted over her.

“Harder?” he grunted.

“Yes…” she arched up into him. “More.”

He increased his speed and groaned delicious masculine sounds with each rock against her, leaving her breathless. Pumping into her, he created a force inside her, teetering on near insanity. His pelvis brushing against her, mixed with watching all his muscles flex, as well as the primal look he offered her now, took her over the edge. Unable to do anything else, she closed her eyes as he took her higher than she dreamed possible.

“Look at me.”

His demand for her to see him, plus the feral sound of his voice, made her inner muscles