The Hellhound's Un-Christmas Miracle - Zoe Chant Page 0,46
hummed as though someone had plucked it.
Oh, hell. This was it. The other shoe. She’d been so busy congratulating herself for not being a total dickhead that she’d fallen right into the trap of her own brain.
She had raised herself up so he could slip the robe off her shoulders; now she sank down, as quickly as her stomach was dropping.
“I really am sorry,” she said, “And—I wasn’t joking because I’m not taking this seriously, I was—”
She hoped he could feel the truth of that, through the mate bond. Oh, bloody hell. What else could he feel through the mate bond? If he knew how much of a fuckup she really was…
“Stop,” he said again, and kissed her. That, finally, made her brain derail. However briefly, she thought, and Fleance made a noise that might have been a choked laugh. “I can see I’ll have to do a better job of keeping you occupied,” he said. His voice was a low growl, full of promise.
“What do you—”
He pinned her wrists to the mattress. Excitement spiked at the base of her spine. She’d felt a burst of his hunger before, but this…
He’d been holding back. For her, because she’d told him she wanted to move slowly. And now she realized that wasn’t what she wanted at all.
She let go. Everything she’d been holding back, all the walls she’d built around herself. If this was the only chance they had to be each other’s mates then she wanted all of him.
Fleance’s pupils enlarged, until there was only a hint of sky blue around the edges of his eyes. Their darkness pulled Sheena, black fire that threatened to consume her. That she wanted to consume her.
He pulled her up and kissed her so passionately she lost all sense of where she was. Her head was still spinning when he moved down, hungrily laying kisses down her neck and across her breasts. He bit gently down on one nipple and she gasped. It hurt, but… good.
“Is that all right?” Fleance asked her, and she sure as hell hoped he saw her nod or felt her absolute yes telepathically, because she wasn’t up to talking right now. He must have, because the next thing she felt was his voice growling *Good* into her mind and his hands on her hips.
The calluses on his fingers grazed against the soft skin on her thighs and butt as he caressed her. She moaned as he slipped one finger between her legs and found her already wet. He teased her, adding another finger as he kissed her shoulder. The slightest scrape of his teeth on her skin made her shiver.
Sheena wanted to let her eyes roll up in her head and give in, but she had to make an effort, damn it.
She wanted this to be as memorable for Fleance as it was for her.
She pushed him gently onto his back. He let her, although now that she’d felt the hunger in his mind his every movement seemed coiled with barely restrained power. It took her breath away as she straddled him and felt his strong, hard body beneath her.
His cock pressed against her inner thigh; she rubbed against it as she lowered herself over his body, making Fleance growl and send flickers of need along the mate bond. When she took it in her hand his rush of desire was so intense her own body tightened.
He was… big. She left it at that. Measurements couldn’t describe the heavy weight of his cock in her hand, or the way his fingertips sank into the blankets as she stroked it. Or the way her heart leaped, half trembling and wholly excited, at the thought of taking it inside her.
A tangent threatened to open up in her mind: He wouldn’t be too big, would he? Come on. The Universe made us for each other, surely it would make sure we fit each other…
She yanked her mind back before it could get any further—seriously, her brain needed a freaking leash sometimes—and looked up at Fleance.
If seeing the hunger in his eyes before had almost been too much for her, the expression on his face now almost broke her in a different way. His fierce, possessive passion was still there, but mingled with the vulnerability she thought she’d glimpsed when she pulled away from him in her aunts’ house.
She hadn’t imagined it, then. Despite his strength and power, and the action-man face he put on, he was as human as she was underneath.