Claiming His Human (Rogues) - Jenika Snow Page 0,41
Greta’s neck. She tasted sweet, addictive … his. He flattened his tongue and ran it up the length of her throat. Her breasts were more than a handful, and her nipple was a rock hard bead in the center of his palm. His cock jerked against the zipper of his pants, and he felt wetness coat the tip. He wanted her, and he was going to have her, over and over again until she couldn’t see straight.
“You have no idea how hard I am right now.”
She moaned, and the vibrations that came from her neck went right to his mouth.
“I’m so wet.”
Her words had a low rumble leaving him.
“I want to see your ass in the air, your cheeks spread, and your pretty cunt on display.” He knew he sounded fierce, angry, but he wasn’t upset with her. This was just how he sounded, how his kind spoke when they were deep in need, thick with arousal. He pulled back enough to look in her face, but she was already watching him.
“I’ve never felt so alive, Tolcan...”
Her desire was piqued. He sensed it, smelled it. Tolcan grinned, knowing it wasn’t pleasant looking, but not able to stop the predatory desire in him. This was his female, his mate, and she wore his brand to prove it. He wanted to devour her, wanted to eat her alive. That’s how aroused he was, how hard he was for her. All he wanted was them naked and on his bed, her on her back, him between her thighs. Tolcan took her mouth again, fucked her between her lips with his tongue, and groaned deeply.
He pulled back, cupped her cheek, stroked her soft, warm flesh, and moved his hand down to cup her throat again. “The things I’m going to do to you will have you screaming out my name and begging for more.” He leaned down and kissed her, and swallowed the gasp that left her. Kissing her harder, he didn’t give her time to take any control. He was the male, the predator, and he’d take care of her in all ways. He would be the one that would be doing the fucking.
He slipped his hand to the collar of her shirt, and without giving her a chance to realize what was happening he tore the material. The sound of fabric rending filled the small place they called home. It may only be one room, with a bed barely fitting him let alone both of them, but it was perfect, absolutely-fucking-perfect. He smelled her rising lust, loved that she was so open to him.
Tolcan pulled back and looked at the work he had done. The front half of her shirt hung open, but it was the sight of her bared breasts, free of any confining material, that had his mouth watering. Grabbing her and lifting her easily, he turned them around and moved them toward the bench in the sitting area of their home.
Once she was on the bench, he lowered his head and latched onto one of her nipples. Moving his tongue around her areola before sucking the taut peak in his mouth, Tolcan felt her tremble beneath him and took her flesh harder and more fiercely in his mouth. He alternated to the other breast, sucked, licked and nipped until both of her nipples were wet from his saliva, hard from his mouth, and red from the erotic abuse he’d just given her. But her little pants and soft mewls for more wouldn’t stop him from escalating this.
“Tolcan, God, I can’t take anymore. I need you.”
He loved she was like this, loved that she was his submissive in all things, but also had that little fiery spark in her. “As much as I’d love to take you right here, I want you spread out completely on our pallet.” He leaned forward, placed his mouth right on hers, but didn’t apply any pressure. “I want to slide my dick into your pussy so fast, so hard, you can’t sit comfortably.”
She breathed harder.
“I want to see you stretched for me.”
She leaned forward, and the minutest pressure was applied to his mouth with hers. He wanted to kiss her again, but this was about him taking control. He pulled away, moved his hand so it was wrapped around her throat, and bared his teeth.
“I’m in control, my female.” He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, but kept his hold on her throat loose. This wasn’t about frightening her, but about dominating her.