The Awakening Aidan - By Abby Niles Page 0,44

allowed her to, but the moment she straddled his hips and tore open his shirt, the beast roared forward again.

The top of his shoulders burned. The need for her to go down on him was suffocating. He wanted so badly for her to kiss down his chest, take his cock from his shorts, and put those plump lips around him. Too watch her head bob with each mouthy stroke and right before he came mount him and slide him home.

Then make her mark on him.

As her head dipped to kiss his chest, he found himself gently urging her down with light pushes to her shoulders. And she was cooperating. Between his pecs, down his abs, over his navel.

His cock tightened, painfully. The beast paced inside. The skin of his shoulders scorched.

Should he stop her? She wasn’t going to do what his body craved.

It would be a blow job. Nothing more.

Should he allow her to continue? Maybe letting her would ease the need, teach him to deal with it. Because he wanted—no, needed—her mouth on him. Before he could make a decision, she had his cock out, those lips parted and poised above the head.

When her tongue snaked out to lick the tip, he jerked. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before she closed her lips around him.

Aidan groaned, his hips thrusting forward as his hand tangled in her hair. His insides coiled tight, not from pending release, but from anticipation. His shoulders burned hotter, he fisted his other hand in the cushion. Each wet lap of her tongue and squeeze of her mouth pushed him closer to his release. When his balls tightened, he gasped sharply. Now.

He needed to be embedded deep inside her.

He grabbed her under the arms and yanked her up his chest. Latching his hands on to her hips, he thrust up at the same moment he shoved her down. Her mouth rounded on an “oh” as he filled her. Before she had time to think, to worry, he pounded up. Her eyes closed on a groan, as the shock left her face replaced by pure bliss. She pushed her body up, hands braced on his stomach. The slapping of their skin melded in the air with Jaylin’s gasping breath.

The way her breasts bounced with each forceful thrust pushed him over the edge. He roared his orgasm, pouring himself deep inside her. The heat in his body intensified, sending scorching fire to his extremities. His shoulders flared white-hot and he had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming the command to mark. He couldn’t let her know what had happened.

As the orgasm eased, his beast gnashed his teeth in rage. A howl sounded deep within his chest before the effects of the Drall hit him full force, blinding him to any common sense.

Take. Mine. Now.

He flipped her onto her back. Headed south immediately, he was aware of one thing, and one thing only.

He’d come inside her, but she hadn’t found release. He could do it now.

She would be his.

Forever.

He thrust her knees wide, not looking at her, knowing his beast blazed in his eyes. The creamy white skin of the inside of her thigh begged for his bite. He buried his head between her legs, desperate to bring her to orgasm as the sweet juices of her lust filled his mouth.

She was putty in his hands. Meeting the flicks of his tongue with the gyration of her hips, she pulled at his hair, her pleas making him frenzied.

She allowed him anything, no hesitation. She was so far gone she had no clue what power he held at this moment. How he was about to change everything.

Her clit swelled against his lips as her orgasm started, body tensing. He pulled away from her and turned to the exposed skin of her inner thigh, opening his mouth wide as he listened to her come apart. He could already feel the sensation of her flesh between his teeth. Wanted nothing more.

“Aidan. Yes!”

Her voice penetrated through the haze of the Drall. No!

His beast hissed, and the instinct pummeled him with encouragement while the last shred of his awareness fought for clarity.

Finish it.

She’ll hate you. Dsert you. Leave you like Liam.

It won’t happen. Finish it!

Bite.

Mark.

Take.

Make her yours.

She trusts you.

He clenched his teeth, pushing hot air through his nostrils as he fought for control. His beast tore at his insides. He opened his mouth once more, clenched his teeth again. He wanted her. Had to have her. But not