Technical Threat (Westin Force #4) - Julie Trettel Page 0,48

my back again as he gave me time to check him out. They slowly made their way up to my bra and carefully undid the clasp there. He peeled that bra off so reverently it made my whole body shudder. It was as if he was cherishing every second.

When that too finally hit the floor, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“So beautiful,” he whispered.

The frenzy that we had begun with was gone. Something had changed between us. It was like we were no longer in a hurry. I recognized that this was an important moment.

I hadn’t once considered turning away from him. Why? I hadn’t thought there was any merit to this true mate stuff, but deep in my soul I knew he was mine. What came next didn’t matter. We’d figure it out.

“Mine,” I said quietly as I brought his mouth back to mine.

He growled and that frenzy we’d begun with was instantly reignited.

His hands found my breasts and I kissed him even more hungrily, digging my nails into his back as he played with my body in exquisite ways.

I hadn’t even realized I was grinding against his erection again. The pressure within me was building quickly. I whimpered, unsure what I was seeking but knowing I needed more.

Orgasms in my past had been meh. I’d never seen stars or had my toes curled before. If anything, I had still felt unsatisfied and strung tight afterwards with minimal release.

Being with Tarron made me feel like I was going to combust, and we were still clothed from the waist down.

His mouth left mine and worked their way down to my breasts where he devoured one and then the other.

His voice was thick when he spoke again. “Tell me what you need.”

“I, I-I don’t know,” I confessed. “I need you. So bad.” I managed between pants.

“Yes ma’am.”

He moved further onto the bed, and then rolled me onto my back. His hand was just a little shaky as he fumbled with the button, and then zipper of my jeans. He peeled them off of me with the same reverence he showed earlier.

Then he stood up to shed his own pants and boxers off.

I gulped when I saw him for the first time. He was huge. I had a fleeting fear that he wasn’t going to fit, but then he was back beside me, touching me, kissing me, and all worries faded away.

My body was so hot it was starting to border on uncomfortable. I cried out to him as he touched me in my most intimate place.

My hips bucked off the bed and I moaned.

“You. Need you.” I panted.

My brain was turning to mush. I couldn’t think straight. And then he was over top of me. Pressing into me. It took a few minutes but when he had bottomed out, he stilled and stared into my eyes and all the way to my soul.

I wasn’t thinking anymore, just feeling as I leaned my head to one side exposing my neck to him and submitting fully to whatever greater power had brought us together.

His eyes flashed with surprise, and then heat.

“Are you sure?” he asked. His voice was still so strained.

“Yours,” I said.

I could no longer just lay there. I started to move my hips finding a slow excruciating pace that filled me with pleasure.

He growled and leaned closer. He kissed my neck, then sucked on the skin there. It was a blend of pain and pleasure.

He started thrusting harder and faster.

I cried out just as I felt the prick of his teeth against my neck.

My canines elongated and I matched his actions without hesitation. I could taste his salty blood in my mouth. This exchange of blood sealed an unbreakable bond between us.

I smiled against him. He was mine in every way. It felt so right and natural. My body was relaxing just a little and I thought we were nearly done, but when he groaned it spiked something inside me that I had never felt before.

Another sort of frenzy began. I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t be close enough to him. My body shook all over, and then all I could do was hold on for dear life. We were so connected in every way possible that it was overloading my senses.

My teeth retracted and I threw my head back and screamed out his name.

He pulled away from my neck, taking a second to lick the wound where he had marked me as his. Then his hand was on