I could have roared out over the fact she wanted to know more. “I’m going to leave my teeth marks on your body, have you so fucking sore after I fuck you thoroughly.”
“Yes,” she breathed out, and I swallowed the sound as I kissed her again, not able to get enough.
I gripped the cheeks of her ass, instantly impatient that she was still dressed. Using a claw, I gently, precisely, dragged it down the outside of her pants, tearing the material away, the sound of rending fabric filling my head.
She gasped. “I liked those.” But her faux anger couldn’t mask that she fucking grew wetter over the act.
“I’ve waited for you my entire life,” I grumbled out. “I saved myself for you, only you.”
She gasped at my admission.
And then I tore her panties away, unable to control myself. I had my hands back on her ass once she was bared for me. The cheeks were full and round. All mine. I squeezed the mounds and pulled her harder against my cock. I could smell how wet her cunt was, knew if I slipped my fingers between her thighs, my hand would be soaked with her desire for me.
In one swift move, I got rid of her shirt, the bra next to go. I leaned back and stared down at her body, at her big, pert breasts, her nipples hard and pink. My mouth watered. I lifted her easily into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her pussy so hot and wet, I swore I felt it through my jeans. And then I kissed her, sucking at her tongue, licking at the interior of her mouth.
I nearly came right in my jeans.
“God, Oli. Yes.”
That’s what I wanted to hear.
I’d make her scream out more than that really damn soon. “Room,” I groaned.
“Down the hall.”
I turned and started making my way toward where she pointed, found the room, and shut the door with my foot, keeping India in my arms.
“God, I feel like I’m burning alive,” she said against my mouth, and then used the heels of her feet on my lower back to pull me toward her.
I pressed my dick into the softness between her legs, needing my fucking pants gone. She gasped, and I groaned, feeling her heat, her wetness seeping through my jeans. “India, mate,” I groaned. “I’ve only ever gotten hard for you, mate. And if I don’t get my cock inside of you, I’m going to come before I even feel how tight you are.”
She panted against my lips. “I want you inside of me.”
Yes. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
My bear, that fucking selfish bastard, wanted India with a ferociousness that bordered on mania, on obsession. The position had her legs opened wide and the scent of her musky, sweet arousal filled my head, making me crazed and drunk with lust. Grinding myself against her, I grunted, knowing that pre-cum was starting to make the front of my jeans wet.
“Oli.” She whispered my name into the darkness. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
Fuck, she actually went there, said those words.
“It might frighten you,” I murmured against her mouth.
“It won’t. It’ll turn me on.”
Christ.
“I am going to have my dick so deep inside of you, fuck you so hard, every time you sit down you’ll think only of me, mate.” I kissed and nipped along her jaw, feeling this surge of satisfaction when she tilted her neck to give me better access, submitting to me.
“God,” she said on a breathless gasp. “I’ve never felt this way.”
I ran my tongue along her throat, my canines already punched out to mark her.
I wanted to spill her blood and get my saliva into her bloodstream so she’d always smell like me, always know who she belonged to. I also wanted to fill her with my seed, make sure that when any shifter scented her, they’d know that she was mine.
I had her on the bed a moment later, needing to see her spread out for me.
“Can you feel how much my animal wants you, India?”