The belt came loose and a second later her hands were there with his, dragging open the snap to this jeans as he fought to release his cock. Her lips covered the mark she had made so many years before, suckling at it hesitantly, her tongue flickering teasingly now despite the mewls of protest vibrating against his skin.
A second later, he was free. Kane’s rough shout of pleasure shocked him as Sherra’s hand attempted to wrap around the thick stalk of flesh. The wounds to his shoulder were forgotten. Reality no longer existed. Kane could feel the blood pumping hard and heavy through his veins as pleasure became a firestorm, searing every cell in its wake.
Her hand moved on the sensitive flesh of his cock, flexing, caressing, driving him insane with sensations as he fought to hold back. He couldn’t throw her to the shelf and f**k her like the animal he could feel rising inside him. But he wanted to. God help him, he wanted to taste the sweet juice he knew flowed from her pu**y and then he wanted to f**k her. So deep, so damned hard she would never deny him again.
“Yesss…” He hissed out the word as he felt her moving lower, her breath moist and hot as she sought out each sweat-dampened area of sensitivity. Across his chest, down his abdomen. His c**k throbbed eagerly. Lower…if he didn’t get the bulging head of his erection in her mouth he was going to go insane. If he did get it in there he would go insane.
He groaned heavily when her tongue touched him. He could feel it, blistering hot and so damned good he barely restrained the release he could feel boiling in his balls.
“Damn you,” he panted, lost in the haze of lust filling him, one hand gripping the base of his cock, the other tightening in her hair. “Suck it, Sherra. Wrap your mouth around my dick before I lose my mind.”
But he was losing it anyway. He heard the small, strangled moan from her throat, felt it as he surged hard and heavy past her lips. His eyes opened as he stared desperately at the racks of weapons on the wall in front of him. He wouldn’t look down. He wouldn’t tempt his control…
Her hands were wrapped above his, gripping his dick, milking it as her lips, reddened and full, stretched around the engorged head. Her tongue flicked over the tight flesh, her moans rising as a small amount of pre-come ejaculated into her hot mouth.
He was close, too close, and she was pushing him to the edge. He shook in the storm surging through his body, the lust, the emotion, the need and pain that had built through the years. And he knew, no matter the demand of his body, this could never be enough. He could come in her mouth forever and he’d still be hard, furiously erect and dying for the liquid heat contained within the snug grip of her pu**y.
His hands were hard, perhaps too hard, he feared as he pulled back, dragging her against him. He lifted her to the shelf that placed the honeyed entrance to her body in direct alignment with the rock-hard flesh aching to sink into her.
“Kane, no…” She whispered the words, but she was weak in his arms, her head falling back as his lips moved to her neck. “Don’t do this. Please.”
“Fuck it,” he snarled, his hands framing her head, his gaze centering on her lips. “Kiss me, Sherra. Give it to me, baby. Now.”
Her hands gripped his wrists, her lips trembled.
“I can’t,” she cried out weakly. “You know I can’t.”
Her eyes were nearly black with lust now, the hunger eating at her, destroying his control.
“Deny it’s killing us both, Sherra,” he snapped, lust and anger unfurling inside his mind until he didn’t know if he should f**k her or spank her first. “Deny my right to this—to your kiss. Deny I’m your f**king mate, damn you.”
She opened her mouth, whether to deny him or to agree he would never know. All he knew was the hunger, the rage, the need sending spikes of agonized demand through his balls and into the tormented shaft of his cock.
His lips covered hers, his tongue plunging deep. His woman. By God, his mate.
Chapter Six
The kiss destroyed her. Silent screams of protest, of fear, ricocheted through her mind, but her body, her flesh, ignored every wailing demand that she stop. His tongue swept into her mouth, a cooling relief against the fiery ache of hers, so tempting, so soothing she was lost. Pleasure exploded throughout her body as she eagerly fought for control, joining him the erotic duel of lips, teeth and tongues as she inhaled his scent, tasted his kiss, felt his hands holding her to him, forcing her to acknowledge what she would have continued to fight. Her need. Her hunger. It raged and raced through her system, slamming into her mind, stealing her will and leaving her weak and shaking in his embrace.
It was like nothing she had known before. Even the first shattering kiss they had shared so long ago was only a weak imitation to this one. It weakened her, sent her senses screaming with the building heat that raced through her body, pooling in her womb and growing ever brighter. A conflagration rose inside her as his lips and tongue combined to drive her insane with the ravenous carnality that slammed into her body. She couldn’t fight him as well as herself. Not while his lips covered hers. His tongue tempted and stroked, driving her mad with the need to feel his lips twisting over hers, drawing on the swollen flesh of her tongue, relieving her of the hormone that now pulsed and throbbed within her swollen glands.
Years of need, of brutal demand caused by the very nature of what she was, rose to the surface. The
battle for supremacy began then. His tongue tangled with hers, but this wasn’t what she needed. It stroked and cooled the burning flesh of her own, but again, she needed more. She fought to push past it, to gain control, to attain the victory of having his lips enclose it, sucking it into his mouth, easing the torturously swollen glands that seemed to fill further now.
His hands were tight in her hair, holding her to him, though there was no longer any need. Her arms twined around his neck, holding him close, her nails biting into his scalp as sanity slipped further and further away.
Her craving for him built. His taste, his touch. It became a raging tempest, sweeping aside fears, objections and reason as incandescent heat exploded through her body. With a victorious cry, she pushed her tongue past his lips and dissolved. Instantly Kane was there. His lips trapped her tongue, his mouth drawing on it. The hormone trapped within the swollen glands poured free as his h*ps jerked, his c**k pushing hard and insistent against the damp fabric of her thin pants, the bulging head parting the lips of her pu**y as it nudged in as far as the material allowed. Sherra was trying to crawl into his body now. The rapturous pleasure spreading through her as Kane suckled at her tongue was nearly more than she could survive. Her cunt spilled its thick essence against the cloth-entrapped head of his cock. Her hands held him to her, her head falling back as he fought to gain every drop of the aphrodisiac from her.
In the back of her mind she knew the terror would come later. The fear for Kane and his safety would send her past every fear she had ever known. For now, though, there was only his kiss, his rumbled groans of growing male arousal, his c**k rocking against her pu**y, his hands pulling at her top, the pain easing in her tongue but growing in her womb.
Her eyes struggled to open as his head jerked back from her. A whimper escaped her, fear pricking at the heat building between them. His face was flushed, heavy with lust now, his eyes nearly black, dilated with the instant effect of the hormone absorbing into his system.
“Kane.” She whispered his name with an edge of desperation as he forced her arms down then jerked her top over her shoulders. The spandex material stretched tight, trapping her, hampering her movements as her br**sts cleared the edge of the straining fabric.
“Don’t talk.” His hands lifted the swollen mounds. “Every time you talk you think. Don’t f**king think, Sherra, just feel.”
“What have you done, Kane?” She shuddered as his tongue swiped over a hard, riotously sensitive nipple.