Finding The Lost Mystic Islan - Liberty Parker Page 0,31
me.
As he climbs his way back up my body, placing featherlight kisses on his path, the trembling never subsides. Using the back of his hand, he wipes his face clean before leaning over me and lightly kissing me. I feel him grab his shaft and line himself up with my opening. He slowly and methodically glides his way in, opening me up with each gentle push. Once he’s fully embedded inside of me, we both strike. Our teeth push into the skin of one another’s shoulders, blood pours into my mouth and I feel the bond snap into place. I can feel his emotions, read his wayward thoughts, things that only true mates have the capabilities of sharing. I swipe my tongue across the two punctures, using my healing saliva to close them. Once he does the same, his hips quicken in pace. I reach up and grab the headboard, his pounding is consuming and unfiltered.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he chants with each inward push.
My snow leopard demands her turn. Using my shifter strength, I quickly turn our positions around on him. He has no time to speak any arguments before I’m riding him like a cowboy does a bronco. His hands involuntarily lift to find my love handles. He grabs them like a man who’s been possessed. His nails dig into my sides which spurs me to ride harder, faster, show him some of the enjoyment he so willingly shared with me.
I grind, swivel, push myself up and down. I rotate, changing things up to keep what I’m going to do unpredictable. I never use the same pattern, wanting to see how far I can push him before he wavers and loses all of his pent-up control. He gives me my way for a short amount of time before he eventually snaps and says something unintelligible under his breath. Trigger lifts me up by my hips and before I have the opportunity to blink, I find myself on my hands and knees, ass up in the air as he traps my hands within his own.
Trigger
My woman is a beautifully packaged sex-kitten, but I’m fixing to dull those claws and show her that I’m all man and beast in the bedroom. “Stay,” I growl in her ear as I clamp her wrists down on the mattress with my hands. My cock finds her entrance and I slam myself deeply inside of her with one thrust. My eyes cross with her tightness and warmth as it convulses around my shaft. Losing control, I allow my inner bear to have his way with her. My vision glances down to the place on her shoulder blade where I claimed her earlier and I feel the need to taste her blood on my tongue once again. I strike before she has a chance to realize my intentions. It elicits an orgasm to escape her, squeezing me like a viper does his prey. My balls tighten in response and I feel my seed seep out. My release coats her insides. My chest tightens knowing that I’ve claimed her from the inside out. A roar is heard in my mind as we both are satisfied with the outcome and mating.
It takes me a few to gather my wits before I slowly pull out from her. Our combined release trails down her legs. Take care of mate, my bear rumbles through my mind. Bathe her, he then demands. Without answering him back, I simply lift her from the soiled sheets and carry her into the bathroom. I set her on the counter as I allow the tub to fill with water and the lavender bubble bath I saw sitting on the rim.
Once filled with steam, I pick her up off the counter and step into the warmth with her. Sitting behind her, I pull her into my chest and rest my head on her shoulder.
“I love you, Vaughn. What we just did cemented that knowledge in my head.”
“Oh, Trigger, I love you, too. I think I always have… even before I knew you.”
We soak for a few minutes and then clean up. As we go to step out and dry ourselves, Emmaline wails from the bedroom. Shit, I’m so happy she slept through our intimacy. That would’ve been awkward for both Vaughn and me. We were so enraptured in each other, we didn’t stop to consider Emmaline was in the same room. But I’m assuming all new parents experience this sort of thing.
“I’ll get her, you finish drying