Dragging himself from the delicacy he was consuming, he pushed her further up the bed before settling himself between her thighs.
He was growling and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop it. His lips had pulled back from his teeth, and the rumbling animalistic sounds were pouring from his chest.
Rather than terrifying Scheme, as it should have, her brown eyes glittered with another surge of lust. Her h*ps lifted to him, her lips opened, and the world exploded in a haze of incredible, incurable lust.
Tanner slanted his lips over hers, spearing his tongue into the heated, hungry depths of her mouth as he thrust his c**k into the milking depths of her pu**y.
Sweet heaven. It was good. It was nirvana. It was ecstasy. He worked his hips, circling, rotating, pushing his dick inside her as the muscles clamped on it, sucked at it. Just as her mouth, hot and sweet, sucked at his tongue.
Her hands clamped on his ass, her body bowing toward him, gasps of primal hunger leaving her throat as she forced him deeper.
God, he didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want it like this…
A rumble of a snarl left his chest as his h*ps slammed forward, burying every hard, desperate inch of his erection inside her. To the hilt, his balls, tight and hard, pressing against her ass as he tore his lips from hers to breathe.
He needed to breathe. To think.
“No.” She followed, her head lifting, one hand snagging the long strands of his hair, tangling in it and jerking his mouth back to her. Eating at his lips, her tongue licking at him, searching for more of him as her h*ps writhed beneath him.
He was lost. Lost.
His tongue plunged into her mouth as his body became controlled by one thing only: the animal marking his mate, taking her, slamming his c**k inside her with primal, primitive force.
He wasn’t going to last. Not long enough. He wanted to f**k her forever. Linger in the brilliant heat of her pu**y and memorize every sensation whipping through his body.
Next time, he promised, growling as his lips left hers and moved to her neck. The hormone had eased from his tongue, but the need hadn’t eased from his body. Moving his arms beneath her, he cupped her ass in his hands, came over her and gave her everything he had never given another.
All of him. Desperate, growling, surging hunger. His h*ps churned into her; sweat dripped from his body and his senses focused on one thing. Only one thing. Scheme.
Her release was building, whipping through her. He could sense its peak nearing. Just a little further. A little harder. He could only give her what he needed and rush into the flames along with her.
His lips opened, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as she ruptured around him. Her pu**y clenched, spasmed, grabbed hold of his dick and milked it until he had no choice, no will.
He felt the barb extending, a thickened, stiff extension pressing out from beneath the hood of his dick, locking into the back of those tight, gripping muscles, and spurting inside her as his release swept over him.
Deep spurts of his se**n filled her snug pu**y as the barb spilled the soothing, heat-easing hormone that would give her a small respite from the hungers gnawing at both of them.
Tanner kept his head buried in her neck, his tongue lapping at the bite he had left on her, smelling his scent inside her, moving through her veins, filling her body.
His scent.
Tanner growled in satisfaction at the presence of the mark, both on her shoulder and now a part of her very essence. She was his. She belonged to him and him alone.
As the last pulsing, desperate shudders eased from his body, his head turned, eyes opening to see Cabal where he stood by the bathroom door.
His brother was aroused, desperately aroused, but a glimmer of satisfaction raged in his eyes. Cabal could sense it, Tanner knew, the primitive marking, the satisfaction that glowed through himself and Scheme.
As Tanner sighed wearily, the heat temporarily stilled, his senses replete, he realized he was leaving his brother behind. Again.
Drawing from Scheme, he wrapped his arms around her as she cuddled against his chest and drifted into sleep. She would rest for a while. Then, he would have to make certain she ate before taking her to Ely. The tests had to be done; he knew that, though he hated it.
Cabal caught his gaze again as he moved in the doorway, indicating the connecting room on the other side of Tanner’s. Cabal’s room.
Tanner tucked the blankets around Scheme, keeping her warm as she slept, before rising from the bed and pulling his jeans on.
Barefoot, he followed Cabal into the other room, moving instantly to the small refrigerator his brother kept in his suite and the sandwich meat there. A loaf of bread sat on the tray on the small side table beside the bar, as well as small packages of condiments.
Pulling a paper plate from beneath the table, he piled the bread with sliced meat, squeezed several packs of mustard onto it and then bit in with relish before pulling a beer free.