“Do you feel that, Olivia?”
“I do. But what is it?”
“My mating vibration. Is yours responding?”
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Olivia grew very still as she focused inward. From a very quiet place, she could feel an answering vibration and she smiled. “It’s there, but it doesn’t seem very strong, not like yours. Can you feel mine?”
He appeared to consider, a slight frown between his thick dark brows. “Yes, but you’re right. It’s just barely there.”
“Should it be stronger?”
He offered a small shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never been down this road before.”
“You haven’t?” She’d read up about mating vibrations, that they were used in very devoted bonds, usually between married people. That Zane hadn’t bonded with another woman, not even Emily, pleased her more perhaps than it should have.
He sat up so that he could surround her shoulders with his arms. Leaning down, he kissed her. “I love what you’ve been doing to me.”
“I enjoy your body.”
Since her hands were massaging his pecs and biceps in alternating shifts, he smiled. “I know you do.”
He slid sideways, making room for her and said, “Come up here. I want you on your side, but facing away from me. I want to take you from behind.”
Her eyes widened. “I’d love that.” She jumped up easily and stretched out against him, facing toward the waterfall.
He arched his pelvis and his cock found her wet sex. He began to push inside, guiding himself with his hand and curling his hips. With his leg locked over her knees, he set a rhythm, moving deeper into her well.
She lifted her arm so that she could stroke his hair, reaching behind her. She then twisted her upper torso just enough and his lips found hers. The kiss fed something within her and her mating vibration moved softly in response. His lips were warm and moist. He pierced her with his tongue and her breath caught.
Zane this is amazing. Feel the fur on my chest. I think my shifter loves what you do to me.
His fingers went to work on her thick, V-shaped ruff as his hips moved slowly, gliding his cock in and out of her. He stopped kissing her to glance down at her fur. “I’ve never seen it this thick. I love it.”
His voice was deep and hoarse and his hips began to move faster. His hand traveled in a circle from each hard nipple through the fur and back until she was breathing hard and panting once more.
“I’m going to bite you, Olivia,” he said, taking her chin in hand. “Would you like that?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He kissed her and rimmed her lips with his tongue, driving into her with a solid push of his cock between her legs. She cried out.
He drew back just enough so that he had access to her throat. She angled her head, closing her eyes, savoring everything that was going on. As he licked her neck, she could feel his mating vibration much stronger now, and her own rose in proportion to his.
Her abdomen tightened with need and longing until she was moaning heavily.
He licked her throat repeatedly. Then she felt a brief, sharp sting as his fangs pierced her skin. The sensation passed and what returned was an incredible amount of pleasure as he began to drink from her.
She hadn’t realized how heavy her chest had felt until that moment, that the blood rose part of her had built up a supply for him, ready to feed and nurture the mastyr that he was.
She felt lost in all the sensations, of the pleasure of his cock hitting her just right, his mouth suckling, and her blood flowing into his body.
With his free hand, he continued to massage her chest, tugging at her fur, then teasing her nipples.
Your cinnamon scent is driving me crazy, making me hard as hell.
He thrust faster now, then slid his hand low and began to massage her. Pleasure surged, and the pressure of his hand helped her to feel his cock even better with each thrust.