deep pull from her vein. “Mmm.” I’d never tasted a hybrid before, and I found the flavor to my liking.
Her moan encouraged me to drink a little more, her body writhing beneath mine as a result of the endorphins overwhelming her system. “At least we know you still enjoy my bite.”
“More,” she demanded, arching into me again. I still had my thigh lodged between hers, allowing my wanton little vixen to press her cunt against my leg.
A crueler master would have shifted to keep her from riding me, but I rather enjoyed the feel of all that heat radiating from her core.
I returned to her neck, allowing her to feel the pleasure of my vampiric kiss once more. She screamed in response, her nails digging into my shoulders as she forgot about her quest to disrobe me. She rocked against me, her orgasm a sensual caress to my senses.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted, her lithe form quivering violently.
I released her neck, my lips returning to her ear. “Did I mention how intense orgasms can be for an immortal?” I traced my nose along her cheekbone, inhaling her aroused scent. She reminded me of cherries—sweet and tart and begging to be bitten.
I nibbled her lower lip, her breath a pant against my mouth. She seemed incapable of speech, her body still humming with pleasure below mine.
“It can make you feel as though you’re living in a fire,” I added softly, smiling as she shuddered. “Burned alive by the passionate intensity of the release.”
I went to my knees, still straddling her thigh, and removed my shirt. Her blue eyes sharpened, the animal lurking behind her gaze admiring me with open approval. She dampened her lips with her tongue, her pupils dilating.
Hmm, I suddenly had an entirely new appreciation for Jace’s lycan preference. It had never been on my desire list, but seeing the female wolf come to life beneath me awakened a whole new world of possibilities.
Willow was durable.
Feisty.
Immortal.
And hungry.
Her nipples hardened to little points, begging for my tongue. I bent to lick one, then caught the other in my mouth, sucking deep and stirring a mewl of pleasure from Willow’s plump lips.
She combed her fingers through my hair, holding me to her as she wantonly took what she desired. Then her opposite hand went to my pants, her thumb deftly popping the button of my jeans.
I bit her in response, punishing her for trying to set the pace.
My name left her mouth on a cry of protest that ended in a groan. I’d meant to distract her from her goal, but my clever little pet was focused. She yanked down my zipper, freeing me to her palm. I rarely wore undergarments, something she’d learned during our time together.
She stroked me harshly, perhaps to return the favor of my bite. I growled against her tit, moving to the other to give it the same attention. She jolted beneath my fangs, her head tossed back in a display of glorious rapture.
Three bites would send a human to the moon and back.
But my Willow was no longer human.
Instead, it only heightened her arousal, driving her toward another cataclysmic release that I intended to feel with my cock.
I pushed her right to the edge, her pulse an erotic beat against my tongue. Then I released her and backed off the bed. Her snarl went straight to my balls, tightening them in anticipation of the fucking to come.
Because that was what this would be.
I needed to own her tight little hole and stake a claim so deep that no one else could ever fucking touch her there again.
“Present yourself to me, Willow. Let me see how badly you want me.”
She gave me a come-hither glance in response, then spread her legs in blatant invitation.
“That’s not what I meant,” I murmured, removing my pants. I hadn’t bothered with shoes or socks earlier, leaving me barefoot and naked before her now. Her eyes dipped down my torso to my groin, her legs widening even more. “Mmm, but I won’t deny that’s a delectable view.” I crawled back onto the bed, dying for a taste of her.
She groaned as my tongue parted her slick folds, her earlier orgasm leaving a sweetness behind that I reveled in now. But I refused to touch her where she wanted me most, desiring to prolong the moment and intensify her need even more.