Way better.
Cormac wrapped me in his arms and rolled us until I was sprawled across his chest. His cock was still buried deep, my core pulsing with little aftershocks that felt like they might never stop.
I lifted one hand and looked at my palm. It was covered in smears of whatever paint Cormac had on his face and neck. So were my arms. I grinned, figuring I probably had the smears on my face from kissing him…and on my breasts, my stomach and my thighs from him kissingme.
Mentally shrugging because I really didn’t care if we were a total mess, I placed my hand over his chest and snuggled my cheek under his chin, listening to his heart beating. It was hammering fast, just like mine.
Good. I didn’t want to be the only one in deep emotional trouble here. Logically, I knew he was mine. But experience told me that was most likely temporary. Men didn’t seem to want to stick when it came to me.
But he wasn’t a man, right? He was an alien. Myperfectmatch.
Still, he didn’t know me yet. We’d barely spoken a handful of sentences. What if I said something really stupid? He had already mentioned our age gap multiple times and said I was too young. I had no idea how old he was. I didn’t care. He was sexy. Smoking hot.
Maybe I could just keep him in bed all the time. His body was rock hard. The unforgiving press of his weapons on the insides of my thighs had turned me on like I was some kind of freak. I loved that he’d fucked me with his pants still on, that deadly weapons had been rubbing the insides of my thighs. His fangs were long and sharp and so freaking hot that my core became wet again just thinking about it. Could he feel that? Was his cock sensitive enough to know I’d just flooded lust juice all over him?
Lust juice.That was a new one. My high school English teacher would be so proud. The thought made me smile. His hand stilled on my back where he’d been slowly, gently petting me. It didn’t take much for him to caress my entire back. His palm covered nearly half. He was so much bigger than me. A grown man—alien—not a self-centered, narcissistic man-child who only wanted to use me to boost his career.
“What is funny, mate?”
“I was just thinking we should stay naked for the rest of our lives.”
His soft chuckle made me all warm and tingly. “Did you not have a sufficient quantity of orgasms?” He shifted his hips just enough to make me gasp as his cock bumped the entrance to my womb.
“Is there a sufficient quantity?” I teased, already feeling my skin flush, my nipples hardening into points against his chest.
“We shall find out.”
I squealed in surprise as he lifted me in his arms and stood all in one smooth motion.
How freakishly strong was he?
He carried me to what I had recognized as the bathing room and turned on a stream of warm water. Placing me on my feet, he ordered me to move under the spray. I did, the heat welcome. I wet my hair as he leaned down and kicked off his boots, then pulled his pants off, leaving everything in a disorganized heap on the hard floor.
My jaw dropped. I couldn’t help it. He was incredible. Thighs rippling with muscle, bigger than tree trunks. His chest and shoulders—already a huge fan—no longer looked out of place or freakishly huge. No, he was perfect. Massive chest, tapered waist, thighs that looked hard as diamonds, muscles layered over muscles and his cock…
Hard. Weeping with pre-cum. Ready to take me again.
I tore my attention away from his cock to find him watching me with an intensity that made my skin tingle.
“Do I pass inspection?”
I should have just said yes, but what fun was that? “Depends.”
“What are your criteria?” His gaze narrowed as if he wasn’t sure of my meaning, as if he wereunsurewhether I wanted him.
I lifted my hand and crooked one finger at him, beckoning him to join me under the water. He joined me immediately, my nipples pressed to his stomach as I craned my neck to look up into his eyes. Holding eye contact, I smiled as I wrapped both hands around his hard length. His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement I needed.
“I need to be closer before I can say.”
“I do not understand.”
Moving slowly so I didn’t startle him, I slid down onto my knees and took him into my mouth.
Two clenched fists pressed to the walls of the shower, but he held absolutely, perfectly still. I worked him gently at first, then hard, taking him deep and rubbing his balls until they swelled in a way I knew meant he was on the edge of coming.
Holding him in both hands, I popped his tip free and looked up into his face. I spent long seconds watching the water travel down his body in dark streams, washing the paint away from his chiseled face.
His skin nearly bare, I got my first real look at the face of my mate. He was gorgeous. Dark eyes, high cheekbones, a jawline that didn’t quit. His hair was nothing more than a dark shadow on his head. He looked brutal. Intense. Like he could break me in half without trying. I knew he would never hurt me. Not if he was truly mine the way Warden Egara had promised. Being next to so much power and strength made me crazed with need. I wanted him pounding into my body, fucking me, biting me again.