Sweet heaven. That was what he needed from her. The sound of her pleasure. Not her protests, not the look of wariness or fear in her eyes. But just this, Cassa’s pleasure.
CHAPTER 10
She was dying in his arms.
Cassa could feel the waves of heated, intoxicating need rushing through her system; she embraced it even as she fought it. Her nails dug into his forearms as her head fell back helplessly, her senses trained on the intensity of sensation rushing over her neck. The sharp tips of the wickedly long canines raked against her skin and sent spirals of exquisite pleasure racing in their wake once again.
Her toes were actually curling against the carpet as she tried not to lift closer to him, and failed. As his thigh slipped between hers, pressing against the desperate need throbbing between her legs, a moan left her throat. Her hips undulated as she rode the hard muscle; her nails dug into the material of his shirt, and she felt the rush of wild wetness spilling from her sex.
She ached for him. Never had she ached for anything or anyone as she ached for Cabal. Just this fast, just this soon after he had taken her last time, and she hungered for him with the same desperate intensity as before.
Mating heat. That chemical reaction that was racing through the Breed community, tying couples together, refusing to allow them to separate. It was a feral, hungry heat, one that refused to be ignored, one Cassa knew was taking her over, stealing her soul. Cabal had already stolen her heart. Now he was taking anything that might have been left.
“Damn you.” He growled the curse at her ear. “Do you know what you do to me, Cassa? Do you know what this will do to us?”
“One question at a time.” She panted breathlessly as his thigh pressed harder against the robe-covered flesh of her sex. “My multitasking abilities aren’t working today.”
She could have sworn she heard a chuckle at her shoulder as he buried his face against her neck.
“You damned smart-ass,” he accused her.
“You damned Breed.” Her lashes refused to lift, to open as his hands gripped her back, massaged, stroked over the material of her robe.
It shouldn’t feel so good. The feel of his hands stroking up her back, his fingers finding her spine, shouldn’t fill her with this insane, crazy need to bite him again.
His neck was there beneath her lips. He would bite her again if he took her again.
And she could bite him as well. She could bite to her heart’s content, taste his flesh and revel in it now without worrying about the consequences, because the consequences were already here.
Her lashes lifted, pleasure rushing through her like a narcotic as her head lowered and her lips touched the tough, hard flesh of his neck.
The sound that rumbled from his chest sent a chill of fierce sensation rushing down her spine. Part fear, part pleasure and a whole lot of feminine satisfaction.
No matter the reason—chemical, biological or just plain fate—she would please this Breed as no other woman could. The womanizing, charming and fierce Cabal St. Laurents would never know pleasure like he knew with her, simply because she was his mate.
For a moment, the fear overpowered every other sensation. Because the same held true for her. There would never be any pleasure as fierce as this with anyone else.
“Cabal, we have to stop this.” She spoke the words, but her thighs tightened on his, her hips worked against the hard muscle pressed between them and her juices flowed thick and hot from her vagina.
She had never needed anything as desperately as she needed Cabal. Again. Right now.
“You ache,” he whispered at her ear. “I sense it, Cassa. You need me.”
She needed him now. She had needed him before she had ever known what mating heat was, before she had ever been close enough for the phenomenon to flare between them. She had needed him a second before she had parted her lips and tasted his blood.
Yes, she needed him, but she knew the depth of her need went far beyond the physical. Even as she felt one hand slide from her back to her stomach, she knew she couldn’t have his heart as well.
But that didn’t stop her from whispering his name as she felt the belt of her robe release. And it didn’t keep her from sucking in her stomach as she felt the ends part.
“Just a touch.” He nipped at her ear and sent an explosive flare of ecstasy shooting through her body.
Bare flesh, his fingers calloused and sure as they slid against her lower stomach.
“Cabal, this is crazy. We both have things to do.” Her protest was a thin, pleasure-filled cry as his fingers slid between her thighs, the tips feathering the damp curls that hid the sensitive folds of her sex.
Her hips arched closer, trying to recapture the pressure of his thigh as he drew back. A second later they stilled at the feel of his fingertips pressing into the curls at the top of her mound.
How hot his flesh was. Pleasure intensified and exploded through her system as she felt her clit swelling, felt the folds of her sex becoming drenched in her juices. Her body was so primed for him, so desperate for his touch that it left her helpless in its wake.