Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kaspyn glanced up as Thrasher exited her bedroom, his hair still damp from his recent shower. It had been two days since their harrowing victory, two days since he’d nearly died in her arms.
The past forty-eight hours had been spent with Kaspyn staying by Thrasher’s side, feeding him, caring for him, and just being with him. Looking at him now, she could hardly tell that he’d had a near-death experience.
His swelling had disappeared, and his wounds had all scabbed over. The only evidence that remained of his ordeal were a few yellowing bruises.
He tossed the towel draped over his shoulders to the back of a chair. It took all Kaspyn could do not to stare at his bare chest.
“You have almost completely healed.”
Stalking closer, Thrasher stopped in front of where she sat on the couch. “I’ve healed enough.”
Flutters erupted in Kaspyn’s stomach. “Are you certain?”
He took hold of her hand, tugging her to her feet. “I’m sure.”
“What are you doing?” she whispered, loving the feel of his body heat as he pulled her closer.
He turned toward the bedroom, keeping hold of her hand. “What I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met you.”
Kaspyn followed him to the bedroom, her body coming alive with every step that took her toward that bed.
“Close the door,” Thrasher ordered, letting go of her hand to free the button on his pants.
She shut the door behind her, watching in anticipation as he dragged the zipper slowly down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
His incredible erection sprang free the second he inched his briefs and pants down his thighs.
Desire slammed into her. She couldn’t seem to take her gaze off his aroused manhood. “You are the most beautiful male I have ever beheld.”
A deep, throaty sound came from him. He stepped out of his pants and sauntered toward her. “And you are the most beautiful female I have ever seen. Let me see you.”
With her heart slamming against her ribs, Kaspyn brought her fingers up to the ties of her vest and pulled them loose, freeing her heavy breasts.
Thrasher’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t move. He only stood there, naked, achingly gorgeous, and watching her with his hooded gaze.
Kaspyn dropped the vest to the floor and unlaced her shorts before stepping out of them.
His hand slowly lifted, palm up.
Accepting his outstretched hand, Kaspyn’s body came alive with anticipation. She wanted him to put his tongue on her as he did before he’d been captured.
Thrasher must have read her thoughts. His eyes grew even darker and his hold tightened on her hand. “I will put my tongue anywhere you want it.” His mouth covered hers.
Kaspyn’s eyes slid closed with the feel of Thrasher’s lips moving on hers. She stepped in closer, aligning her body with his. His scent invaded her senses, sending nerves traveling through her body to settle between her thighs.
She could feel herself growing wet, swelling with need for him. She wrapped her free hand around him, gripped his muscular backside and ground against him.
Thrasher groaned into her mouth, his lips breaking free to slide along her cheek. He growled into her ear, “I need you to trust me, Kaspyn. Completely.”
“I do,” she breathed, the rumbling of his voice creating a need in her that bordered on torment.
“Then, lie back on the bed with your arms out to your sides.”
Kaspyn didn’t hesitate. She sat on the edge of the mattress and moved over until she lay in the bed’s center.
Thrasher disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later holding a clear container in his hand. He set it on the nightstand.
“What is that?” Kaspyn glanced at the clear container, curious as to what he had planned.
“Baby oil.”
She briefly wondered where it came from, but decided to ask him about it later when her body wasn’t on fire for his touch.
He suddenly gave her his back, reached into the small closet in front of him, and pulled a sheet free.
Kaspyn couldn’t look away from his backside. What do the humans call it? Oh yes, ass. Thrasher had the sexiest ass imaginable.
Turning back to face her, he held up the sheet and ripped it down the center.
Kaspyn watched in fascination as he set about tearing strips of the sheet away from the center.
Then he placed a knee on the mattress. “I need you to completely relax for me. No matter what I do, you have to trust that I know what I’m doing. I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you.”
She did trust him. She trusted him with her life. “I do.”
He gently took hold of her left hand, dragged it outward, and secured it to the bedpost with a strip of the cloth. “Too tight?”
Kaspyn’s heart was pounding so loud, she thought for sure he would hear it. She shook her head.
“Good.” He then secured her right hand in the same fashion as her left before sliding down the bed to anchor her feet to the posts there.
“Remember, this is about trust, beautiful Kaspyn.”
Kaspyn held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. She didn’t have long to wait. He crawled up her body, straddled her waist and covered her eyes with the last strip of cloth before tying it off behind her head.
“Is that too tight?”
“No,” she answered, her senses coming alive from the darkness.
There was something extremely erotic about hearing his breathing, feeling his gaze on her body, and anticipating where he would touch her first.
And then a warm liquid suddenly dripped onto her breasts, trickling down to pool between them. Her nipples hardened from the sensation.
But nothing felt quite as intoxicating as Thrasher’s calloused palms skating over the hardened tips.
Kaspyn moaned low in her throat, basking in the sensation of his rough skin caressing her softer one.
She knew he lowered his head when his breath fanned out over her chest.
“So damn beautiful,” he rumbled, flicking his tongue over her nipple and then taking it into his mouth.
Kaspyn arched her back, attempting to force herself deeper into his hot, wet mouth.
He sucked her hard, sending unimaginable sensations from the point of contact straight to the pulsing flesh between her thighs.
The erotic torture continued for long moments before he released her sensitive nipple and moved to the other one. The throbbing started anew.
Kaspyn squirmed beneath Thrasher’s roaming hands and insistent mouth, her body unable to find the relief it sought. “I ache…”
Thrasher continued his torment on her breast, more of the warm oil now spilling along her stomach. Lower it trickled, until the pads of his fingers soon slid a path to where she wanted them most.
His oiled-up fingers gently parted her, slipping through to her opening and back up. They coasted along the sides of her swollen flesh, teasing her raised bundle of nerves until Kaspyn could stand it no more.
“Please,” she begged, unsure of what she wanted, only knowing that she needed him to relieve her of the continuous ache building inside.
The mattress dipped with his weight, telling her that he’d moved, and his tongue suddenly took the place of his fingers.
Kaspyn strained against her bonds, fighting to follow the tip of his ever-moving tongue.
And then he sucked her into his mouth and carefully pressed a finger inside her.
The nerves that had been circling her abdomen abruptly flew apart, racing up her spine in an earth-shattering orgasm that wrenched a cry from her throat.
Her body convulsed, trembling with a force she had no control over.
Kaspyn wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the feel of Thrasher’s fingers were back to their torturous caressing.
The bed dipped again and his breath fanned her cheek. “You like that, beautiful Kaspyn?”
“Yes,” she moaned, attempting to turn her face toward him.
His fingers continued to move, but his chin pressed along her jaw, preventing her lips from touching his. “Do you know what you do to me, Kaspyn?”
A shuddering breath expelled from her lungs. “Tell me.”
He dipped a finger inside her. “You consume me.” Another finger entered her. “You torment me with your scent…your nearness.” He curled them inward. “I can barely eat or sleep for obsessing over you.”
Kaspyn’s heart was pounding so hard it rivaled the pulsing in her sex.
“I love you, Kaspyn. I’ve never loved anything in my entire life like I love you.” He slid up, pressed his neck against her lips and growled, “Mate with me.”
Kaspyn’s heart summersaulted. Her fangs descended and she licked along his neck in search of the main artery there. Without hesitation, she sank deep, locking onto his throat as he eased down on top of her to settle between her open legs.
She could feel his hand move between their bodies, gripping his enormous shaft. “This will be uncomfortable for a moment. Try not to tense up.”
He pressed against her opening, lowering his face to the mattress to give her better access to his throat.
Kaspyn attempted to relax as the head of his sex stretched her painfully.
“Good girl,” he rumbled, gently flexing his hips.
Thrasher’s blood entering her bloodstream while his engorged sex entered her body brought tears of elation to Kaspyn’s eyes. “I love you too, Thrasher,” she mentally sent through their connection. “My warrior, my mate.”
A tortured sound left his lips. He eased his head back, forcing her fangs to leave his neck, covered her mouth with his, and thrust.
Kaspyn cried out from the pain of Thrasher’s entry, her hands gripping the posts they were tied to.
Thrasher broke off the kiss, his huge shaft buried deep within her body. He reached up and removed the cloth from her eyes.
Holding perfectly still, he softly admitted, “I’m sorry, baby. It had to happen. It won’t hurt like that again.” He laid his forehead against hers. “I’ll never hurt you again.”
The pain of his entry had been sharp and quick, catching Kaspyn off guard. But the pain was slowly receding.
Thrasher kissed her forehead before rising up onto his knees. He slipped his palms beneath her hips, slid forward, and rested her lower body onto his open thighs.
“You better hold on.”