His mouth licked along her ear. “If I have to tell you again, I’m pinching somewhere else.” His pinkie tapped her clit.
She spread her legs so quickly she fell forward onto the chairback.
His chuckle was dark and raspy. Dominant. “Better.” He released her, and before she could protest, he’d dragged her jeans and panties off, along with her shoes. Man, he moved fast when he wanted. He pulled her up, palming both of her breasts. “Hold on to the chair, baby.”
She did so out of pure instinct.
He pushed her partially over, sending her up on her toes. Her body quivered while she tried to find her balance. Need shot through her so quickly she could only hold her breath. What was next?
His tongue rasped down her spine, over her ribs, and to the small of her back. Fangs slid along her buttock, and then he bit. Pain clashed into her, and she cried out, turning to push him away when he palmed her core again, his thumb rubbing against her clit. Oh, God. It was so much. Everything. Fire and ice and hunger and craving. She stilled, her body following his lead.
He lifted her a bit more, and she grabbed onto the back of the chair with everything she had. Then his mouth took over for his fingers. They dug into her ass and kept her immobile as his fangs slid along her labia.
She gasped, panicked but unable to move. Then he licked her, swirling his tongue around her clit. Never in her entire life had she been more exposed. His devastating tongue gave her no quarter, and she lost track of his mouth, his tongue, even his fingers.
Her legs shook so badly they hurt, but she didn’t care. She strained, so close to an orgasm that a soft sob escaped her. More. She needed more. A tremble uncoiled inside her, and she reached for it—
And he slowed down.
“Nooooo,” she gasped, shaking her head wildly.
He chuckled against her, hurling vibrations through her that were a devastating tease. A tempting example of what he could do. “You want to come?”
Her eyelids fluttered several times, and she couldn’t stop them. “Yes.”
“Then beg me.”
His mouth returned to torturing her.
Beg? She didn’t know how to beg. “Please?”
He paused, and she wanted to scream in protest. “Better. But not quite.”
On all that was holy. “Please, Ivar, master of the entire universe?” she groaned.
His chuckle this time almost sent her over. “I like that. A lot. And I have every intention of mastering you.” He gave her one long, slow lick. “Who are you going to obey, sweetheart?”
Even in the throes of a possible stroke brought on by absence of orgasm, she knew not to agree. But her body was quickly overcoming her mind. “I’ll try.” It was the best she could do.
The hard smack to her clit sent her right up onto her toes, and she almost fell over the chair.
“Do better,” he suggested, his tone dark.
“Okay. You’ve got it. You win. I’ll obey.” She said the words in such a rush they didn’t even compute.
He stroked her, and then his mouth descended. “Come now.”
She exploded instantly, her mind shutting down, stars from every constellation bursting behind her closed lids. Right after she’d fallen over the crest, her body beginning to calm, he stood and slammed into her in one hard thrust. She gasped, her body taken over. When had he removed his jeans?
Then he was pounding. Hard and fast, deeper than any human could ever go.
Against everything she thought possible, she climbed up again, her body taking over since her mind was done.
“God, I want you,” he rasped against her neck.
She shivered, taking all of him. He thrust into her and tugged her head back. Her heart stopped and then rushed to pump blood as fast as possible. “Come again.”
Her body obeyed him, detonating into a million pieces. Pain slashed into her neck from his fangs, followed by an echoing burn above her right buttock, singeing deep enough to capture her soul. He shook against her with his own release and then retracted his fangs, licking the wound closed.
She blinked, her body shutting down with exhaustion. Holy Newton. She was mated.
Chapter Thirty
Ivar finished stoking the fire and then returned to bed, pulling his woman close to keep her warm. Birds chirped outside with the oncoming morning. He brushed his hand down her arm and then tucked her more securely beneath the quilt.