was often on the edge, why he was swift to disappear at times, spending hours in his room with Shaia. The thought of leaving Mackenzie unsatisfied was like torture to him, an unbearable torment for both of them.
She walked her fingers down his bare chest and breathed against his lips. “You need too. I can feel it. It’s so weird to have your feelings inside me too, rattling around my body.”
“What is the bond like for you?” Hartt searched her eyes as she drew back, tried to ignore how she stroked his bare chest, and that look in her eyes that said she wanted an encore, was thinking wicked things as she teased his left nipple. “I am not sure what a bond is like for a shifter.”
She sighed and twisted, sat on his lap and played with his hair as she pulled a thoughtful face. “I feel connected to you, I guess. Like some kind of powerful link that relays everything you feel to me… whether that’s emotions or something physical.”
“Much like an elven bond.” He palmed her waist, idly ran his fingers up and down her side, couldn’t stop himself from dipping lower to brush the strip of bare flesh between the bottom of her leather corset and her trousers.
“There’s a compulsion too. Like I can’t ignore you when you look at me, like I have to look at you… but maybe that’s just because I’m enjoying the way you look at me.” She smiled and tapped her finger against the tip of his nose.
She did like how he watched her. He was deeply aware of that and how it satisfied her. She liked knowing he was hers, that he had eyes for only her.
“I also have this terrible need to satisfy you.” She shifted from his lap, fell to her knees before him and nestled between his thighs.
He groaned as she leaned over him, her hair tickling his bare stomach, lips teasing his flesh as she kissed her way downwards. Did her instincts as a mate run along such similar lines as his did, or was she just being influenced by his somehow?
He didn’t have time to ponder that question. It fled his mind as she opened his fly, as she wrapped her lips around his shaft and sucked, her wet heat driving him wild as she moved her mouth on him. He groaned and fisted her hair, rocked into her mouth and gave himself over to her as she relentlessly stroked and sucked him, wringing a swift and fierce climax from him that had him shouting her name as he came.
Gods, the things she did to him.
He sagged into the armchair, mind hazy again, thoughts blurring as pleasure rolled through him. She moaned and wriggled, and he groaned as he scented her need, as he felt it sweep through him on the heels of his release and a need to satisfy her seized hold of him.
So he seized hold of her.
She squealed as he swept her up into his arms, as he carried her to his bed and dumped her on it. Her eyes flashed with fire as he undid her leathers, goaded him as she wiggled her hips. He growled and pulled her trousers down, tossed them aside and sank to his knees as he forced hers apart.
She arched and cried out as he speared her soft folds with his tongue, as he dragged her to the edge of the bed and devoured her, tasting her sweetness and wanting more. He stroked and sucked her bead, groaned as she rocked against his face and rode his tongue, as her moans bled into each other and she threw her arms above her head. A low growl pealed from him as her hips jerked upwards, his cock kicking as she shouted his name, filling him with a need to hear her cry it when he was inside her.
He stood, keeping hold of her hips with one hand, raising them with him, and gripped his aching shaft with the other. She cried out again as he filled her, quivered and throbbed around him as he buried himself deep in her heat.
Hartt gripped her hips hard as he took her, tried to hold back but couldn’t as need ran as hot as lava in his veins, as her hunger for him collided with his to drive him out of his mind with a need to satisfy her. He pumped her harder, holding her at an angle with only her