I pulled back and stared into her lust-filled face, her mouth parted, her lips swollen from my kiss. She was panting softly, her fangs gently pressing against her bottom lip, too long at this point for her to fully close her mouth.
I tipped my head to the side and watched as she lowered her eyes to my jugular. Could she see it beating ferociously? Was her mouth watering?
“Take from me, my female.”
She started breathing a little harder, the warm, humid pants from her sweet breath bathing my neck.
“This is going so fast,” she moaned, but she started to lean forward.
My hand tightened on her ass, my fingers against her back.
I held her close, grinding my hard cock against her, running my lips against her neck. I shuddered, could come from this alone. I want to get off like this, with my mate writhing for me, her pleasure coating the air.
“Luca,” she whisper-moaned, her little hands clutching my shirt as if trying to pull me closer. “What are you doing to me?”
I pulled back to look at her face, half-mad from my lust. Her eyes were closed, her head falling back on her neck. I stared at her parted lips, could see the little twin points of her fangs pressing against her full bottom lip.
My little half-vampire, half-Lycan mate.
She was mine in all ways. Ours!
I pictured the first time she’d willingly climax for me, the bond between us fully cemented. I could picture her looking up at me, her lips pouty, rouge coloring the fullness, her hair a blonde mass spread out over my sheets. My scent would cover her flesh, be deep inside her because I’d have filled her with my seed so many times the sheets would be wet beneath her.
I stared at her mouth again, her lips lipstick-covered, slightly smeared from our kisses. Sweet Jesus, that turned me on. To see the color mussed was a visual affirmation that I’d taken her in some small way.
I’d thought such filthy things about her, how to take Ainslee’s innocence as mine and mine alone, how to make her see with my touch and words, with my very body, that no one else would dare to even look upon her with desire or I’d level them to the earth.
A mated Lycan male was dangerous, territorial and possessive of his female. But me? I was far, far worse in that regard.
I shouldn’t say what I was about to, but the obscene need to see my female blush from her arousal rode me hard.
My eyes were still locked on her lips. “One of these days,” I murmured, scenting how she grew even wetter, the aphrodisiac that spilled from between her thighs making me frenzied, “I’m going to see that pretty lipstick smeared across my cock.”
She gasped, my crude words probably the filthiest she’d ever heard. I should feel shame for making her feel so uncomfortable, but as I scented the air, all I smelled was her becoming even wetter for me.
I dragged my eyes from her mouth to look into her eyes.
Fuck, my little mate is so hungry for me.
I wanted to kiss her again, but I refrained, allowing myself the pleasure of just staring into my mate’s face, rocking back and forth, and hearing the hitches in her voice from pleasure.
I wanted her to get off like this, held in my arms, grasping onto me, moving against me because she was so thirsty to reach that pinnacle. And when she did come, I wanted her to pierce my neck and to take from me. I’d want her to do that over and over again... especially when I was fucking her, because then we’d both fly so high we’d never touch the ground again.
“Oh,” she said in an especially high-pitched voice.
I leaned in and kissed her then, not only because I was desperate to, but because I also wanted to muffle the sound, to not have those fuckers on the other side of the wall interrupting us.
They would eventually, and unfortunately sooner rather than later, but I wanted this moment to last as long as possible.
I rolled my hips. Over and over again at the same time, I kept a hand on her perfectly shaped ass and used it as leverage to press her pussy against my length. She was panting so heavily now, little cries of pleasure spilling from her.
My mate was close. I knew it. I smelled it in the way her pussy continued to get wet and the fact that I knew her panties were completely soaked through from her arousal.
“Oh yes. Luca,” she whispered. “I—I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Ah, my sweet Ainslee.” I didn’t stop moving against her. I picked up my speed, adding more pressure right between her thighs. I knew my cock was pressed to her clit, knew that little bundle was all but throbbing. “Is this the first time you’ll go over, baby?”