Lacey's Warriors (Bondmates #6) - Ann Mayburn Page 0,24
sharing love with her bondmates. He tried to imagine what her bondmark would look like on her chest, if the Lord of Life would gift her with a large, elaborate piece or something smaller and intricately detailed. Hot, heavy desire, feminine and mysterious, built in his soul as Lacey threw her head back, balanced on the edge of orgasm. He could practically feel the almost painful tension tightening every muscle in her body.
With the utmost regret, he easily lifted her up by her hips a couple inches so her pussy had nothing to grind on but air.
Balancing her hands on his chest, she moaned out, “Why did you stop? I was almost there.”
Her beautiful eyes were dazed as she stared down at him, the pink suffusing both her cheeks and lips. Unable to help himself, he sat up and ran the tip of his nose up the curve of her neck, smelling her skin before softly licking at the heavy pulse beating in her throat. The flavor of her burst on his tongue and his hormones surged, demanding more of the taste of his mate. When Lacey wrapped her arms around him and fisted his dark braid, he growled. Lowering her down, he let her feel his shaft pressing against her heat, but allowed no movement. She was so on edge, her whole body shivered on the precipice of release, but he kept her in place.
“My alyah,” he whispered against her silken neck, gently licking his way to her ear. “Give me permission to kiss you, and I will give you pleasure like you would not imagine.”
“Gwarnon,” she moaned as he nibbled at her earlobe, and gave another delicious shiver. “This isn’t fair. I can’t think when you do that.”
“Don’t think,” he urged. “Feel. Feel how much I want you, how I cherish you. Feel my desire.”
He pushed as much of his emotions into her as he could, careful not to snap the fragile bond connecting their souls.
Lacey immediately pulled his braid so tight it hurt, her lips pulled back from her teeth in a snarl of pure lust. “Stop doing this to me. It’s not fair.”
“What was that Earth saying that Lady Roxy is fond of? All is fair in love and war. I love you. You know I do.”
Her lower lip quivered, and tears filled her eyes as she softened against him. “But how do I know any of this is real?”
He gripped the back of her slender neck, holding her in place as he lowered his head until their mouths were close enough to share a breath. Inhaling deeply, he took in the heady smell of her need, the curves of her body pressed tight to his as she tried to rub against his erection. To his embarrassment, he was seconds away from losing control and filling his pants. He couldn’t help it—she felt so good, she stripped away all of his careful control. Vibrations started to hum through his blood, and Lacey let out a moan while she rubbed herself against him.
“Oh my God, it’s true. I thought Roxy was bullshitting me, but your cock really does vibrate.”
“Yes, there are—”
He didn’t get a chance to finish his explanation of the pleasure ridges because Lacey muttered something about ‘fuck it’ a moment before she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his in a kiss.
Shock held him immobile for a moment, and he sensed her hesitation then disappointment when he remained still. That snapped him out of his stupor, and with a low, animalistic growl that came from the pit of his soul, he wrapped both of his arms around her tight and pressed their bodies together. She pulled back from their brief kiss with a startled sound, but he didn’t let her get far. With one hand clasping her delicious, tight little ass, he used the other to fist her hair in his hand and bring her mouth to his.
Joy exploded from him as he kissed her, and she let out a needy moan. Feasting on her lips, he distracted her as he sliced open his tongue on his emerging fangs. The ache in his upper jaw was somehow erotic, those sharp teeth descending only for battle or mating. Nipping at her lower lip, he thrust his tongue between her pouty lips when she opened for him, her moans growing louder while she rubbed herself against his vibrating cock.
Brilliant passion and the aching need to be filled echoed from her side of the