The Vow (Black Arrowhead #1) - Dannika Dark Page 0,64

undeniable.

When I bent over and kissed his Adam’s apple, a deep groan vibrated against my lips. His musky scent was in my nose, the salt from his skin on my tongue as I licked the base of his throat and then nipped his chin.

“I like these games you play,” he said. “Lie on top of me so I can feel your weight.”

I eased myself over him until our bodies were flush. It took every ounce of willpower not to rise and take him inside me.

Lakota’s fingertips grazed my cheeks. “I don’t want this to be rushed. You deserve my attention.”

“Do whatever feels right.”

He softly kissed my mouth. “This isn’t about me; it’s about us. You… and me.”

“Stop saying that,” I said, my voice quavering.

“Saying what?”

“You, me, us.”

He rolled me onto my side, his back to the fire. “That’s all there is. Listen. Do you hear the silence outside our window? No crickets singing, no owls, no airplanes, no people. The world disappeared, and we’re all that’s left.”

My breath caught when his hand eased between my legs, his eyes never straying from mine. I clutched the back of his neck as he pleasured me slowly, our skin melting together like porcelain against bronze.

“It’s softer than I thought,” he murmured.

My Shifter instincts were making me want to turn my back to him and feel him behind me, but instead I bent one leg at the knee so he could know the pleasure elicited from his touch.

Dark, unquenchable desire pooled in his eyes. When I sucked in a sharp breath and made a whimpering moan, he quickly stopped.

“Am I hurting you?”

I kissed him hard, nipping on his bottom lip and then guiding his mouth to my neck as I grew wetter. Lakota sucked on my neck, and a split second later, he reached down and hooked my leg over his hip.

“Please, take me,” I whispered. “Please.”

He stroked the head of his shaft along my slick entrance, and it nearly split me apart. “This feels too good. I don’t know if I can control my wolf. Maybe we should stop.”

I knew exactly what he was afraid of. Lakota had never experienced the power and ancient heat that occurs when Shifters have sex. The animal within us comes alive, and their spirit flickers in our eyes.

“It’s normal,” I assured him. “It feels like you’re going to shift, but you’re not. Trust me. That’s what intensifies the pleasure—makes us lose control. Don’t fight it. Give in to your wolf.”

Lakota suddenly rolled on top of me. “I need to be inside you,” he growled, rocking his hips. It wasn’t a discussion. He drove deep, the connection so insatiable that it was every bit as explosive as being in heat.

His chest swelled, and his eyes locked on mine. Lakota had finally become one with his animal spirit. He slammed his hips into mine again and again, and our bodies married. Lakota was everywhere—on top of me, inside me, in my thoughts, in my memories, his voice in my ear, his breath on my face, his taste on my tongue, and our souls joined.

Without warning, he abruptly stopped and sat back on his heels, an inscrutable expression on his face as he looked down at me.

“What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”

“To see if I could,” he admitted.

Rising onto my knees, I placed a tender kiss on his mouth. I couldn’t begin to understand the conflicting emotions he must have been experiencing because of fears he’d carried his whole life.

Lakota needed to know without question that I wanted him, so I turned around on his lap, my back against his chest. He kissed my nape, his hands cupping my breasts.

His shaft was thick and hard like granite. But instead of satiating his needs, he reached down and slipped his fingers inside me. “Do you like this?” he asked, the deep timbre of his voice prickling the hairs on the back of my neck.

With each gasp I made, he repeated the action. I reached up and locked my arms around his neck, giving him all of me. He pulled his fingers out and quickly circled them around my sweet spot until I whimpered. When I couldn’t hold on any longer, I fell forward on my hands and knees.

“Now,” I urged him.

Lakota branded me, burying himself deep as he fell across my back. “I don’t want to stop,” he said, his voice ragged.

“Don’t stop.”

Two words he needed to hear.

Permission.

Invitation.

I clawed the pillow, my inner wolf forcing her wildness into me as I