I took her mouth as I carried her to the center of the room and laid her on the plush carpet in front of the sofa. The moment she was free, her hands wandered frantically over my uniform, tugging and pulling at the fabric.
“Off. Take it off.”
I ripped at the material with one hand, bracing myself over her with the other as I took her nipple into my mouth. She tried to assist, her small hands pushing at the material on my shoulders, her back arching off the floor as I moved my attention to her other breast, the small mounds nearly perfectly sized for me to suck nearly half of the soft flesh into my mouth.
She tasted like something from a dream. Something too perfect to be real.
I couldn’t get enough.
I threw the torn remains of my uniform shirt across the room and leaned down to kiss the undersides of her breasts. Her ribs. Stomach. My hips settled between her legs, the dagger and ion blaster strapped to my thighs pressing into the softness of her inner thighs.
She squirmed, and I moved down her body to lock my hands on her thighs, gently pushing her knees wide so I could see what was mine.
Her pussy glistened with welcome, her arousal filling my head with an explosion of lust that erased all thought from my mind. Instinct took over.
I locked my lips onto her core, pushed my tongue deep, fucking her with my mouth as she bucked in my hold. There was no mercy in my grip. She was mine. This pussy was mine. This wet heat? Mine.
I licked and sucked her clit. Fucked her with my tongue until she came apart, her keening cry like a bolt of lightning going down my spine straight into my cock.
Before the walls of her pussy finished pulsing, I opened my pants, pulled my cock free, and moved up her body, anticipation a physical pain as I held myself at her entrance, gently scraping the tips of my fangs over her neck.
“Mine.”
One word and I lunged, fangs and cock in unison, plunging deep into her body, making her mine. Marking her skin. Filling her pussy. Giving in to temptation.
She offered herself, and I was too much of a bastard to let her go.
With a cry I wanted to hear over and over again, Abby wrapped her arms around my head and held me to her, her hips bucking against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust as the pleasure of my bite pushed her into another orgasm.
Her pussy muscles spasmed around my hard length. Hot. Tight. So fucking tight as her orgasm rolled into another. And another. I knew she would not stop coming until I pulled my fangs from her body, until I let her go.
Fuck. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.
My essence poured into her bloodstream, into her cells, my bite marking her, healing her. Making her mine. My scent would be in her very blood. Her skin.
My mate.
She came again, her voice a choked whimper as she said my name.
“Cormac. God. Holy shit.”
I was no god, had no resistance when it came to her. Her pleasure engulfed me, and my cock stiffened. Swelled. Release came hard and fast in a painful torment of twisting muscle and raw bliss. I pumped harder as I filled her with my seed. I could not hold my bite as heat swept through me like a fire just beneath my skin. I pulled back my fangs even as I burned. I ached. I had never felt anything like this.
My female sank her tiny teeth into my chest, the bite shooting fire straight to my balls. Gods. I was fucked. Finished.
I wanted her to devour me until I had nothing left.
* * *
Abby
We laid together in a tangle on the floor, both of us panting and limp. He was huge, his weight making it hard to get enough air.
Or maybe my struggle was caused by the gagillion orgasms I’d just had.
God, I was going to have to start jogging or something because there was no way I would give up more ofthis.Of him.
And the bite? Holy hell. Even better than the dream I’d had at the processing center.