She tipped her pelvis a few times, arch-and-tip, then repeat, letting him get a good look at her sex, her fur, all that she was as a woman.
She wasn’t surprised when she felt the tip of his cock swirl at her very wet entrance. She moaned and cried out.
“Is this what you want, Olivia? My cock … inside you … buried deep?”
“Yes. Please, yes. I need you, Zane. Pierce me to the hilt.”
He groaned and once more grabbed her hips in his hands. As he began to push, he swept his fingers up the fur along her back. Chills traveled down her spine and she clenched hard. She didn’t know why, but Zane touching her fur really worked her up. “Do it again. My God.”
He stroked her fur over and over, more chills, more clenching. At the same time, he kept pushing his cock into her, bit by bit, reaching for the end of her. Then he drew back only to plunge back in. He set up a steady rhythm that had her breathing hard and clawing at the sheet.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take much more, he pushed her hair away from the side of her neck.
Oh God, he was going to bite her!
She braced her head on her forearm to give him a good angle. She felt saliva on her neck and the sides of his fangs.
The next moment, he nipped her good and settled in to suck.
She groaned heavily.
Your blood, Olivia. I feel a fire in me and I’m hard as hell.
While he drank, he slowed the motion of his hips, which held her orgasm right at the tipping pint.
Zane. I’m in agony. I need to come. But I love that you’re making me wait while you take my blood. It’s such a rush.
He was breathing hard through his nose as he sucked and drank and pumped her low with his hips.
She was overcome by all the different sensations. Then with one hand, he reached beneath her and began massaging her abdomen, pressing so that she could feel his cock even better.
She made steady grunting noises that grew into a soft howl and increased in volume. The louder she howled, the faster his hips went.
Suddenly, he left her throat and began to roar.
Her release came, just as he began to orgasm. Only this was so different from anything she’d known. The sensation rolled on and on, of intense erotic pleasure pulsing repeatedly, flowing up her abdomen, forcing her to clench even harder.
He slowed for a moment. “Holy fuck!” he shouted.
She knew he was coming again as he grunted over her back. He pushed her hair aside. And just as she was coming down from one orgasm, he bit her hard, the way a shifter mate would, gripping her neck with his teeth to hold her in place.
Her body exploded into another series of earth-shattering pulses that turned her shifter-like howls into very human screams of pleasure.
She was flying, she was so caught up in the ecstasy, her was body trembling with passion. He drove in and out and a third roar left his lips, taking her orgasm farther and farther until at last the pulses slowed then stopped and she fell flat onto the mattress.
Was she even conscious?
He followed, lying on top of her, with their bodies still connected.
She panted, gasping for air. Her eyes were shut. She kept watching all the stars spinning within her mind. She saw such beauty in that moment, and for the first time in her life felt truly engaged with the world around her, with life, and all because of Zane.
Maybe being a blood rose wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.
~
Zane lay replete and unable to move. Sure, he’d read about the blood rose phenomenon and he’d seen it in action when he’d watched Malik getting drawn beneath the undertow of his experience with Willow. However, Malik could have talked until he was blue in the face, but he could never have truly prepared Zane for what had just happened between himself and Olivia.
Some things had to be experienced to be believed.