Chapter Seventeen

She was beautiful lying on the bed. Her skin was flushed a soft pink. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing heavily as if she was having trouble catching her breath. Her breasts rose and fell catching his attention. They looked like soft globes cocooned in black lace. What would it feel like to touch them? Would she welcome his touch? How would she respond if he put his lips on them?

Her eyes were on him. He lifted his to meet hers. They were partially closed as she gazed at him. He could see her desire, but it reminded him of other eyes. Eyes where the desire hid the need to cause pain. Long clawlike nails raked his chest tearing him apart as her tongue licked up his blood. ‘I love the way you bleed. Cry out for me Thrice. Let me know how much pain you're in.’ Those same nails sunk deep into his ass. He wanted to tear her apart, but she had commanded him to stay still. There was nothing he could do but endure the pain, the rape.

“Thrice.” A breathy voice said his name. He looked down at his chest expecting blood. Instead, there was a petite hand with blunt pink nails. He raised his head to look into his mate’s eyes.

She threw her arms around him when she realized he was back with her.

“You went far away.” She said that with her face buried in his abs.

“I saw her for a minute.” Now she would hate me, call the whole thing off.

“I hate that bitch.” She pressed a kiss to his stomach and then further up on his chest. He held the back of her head hoping she would kiss his chest again. He replaced each memory of blood with the softness of Piper’s lips.

She pulled back, and he followed her to the center of the bed. This time she didn’t lay out on her back. She didn’t know what caused him to get lost, but he could see she was trying to prevent it from happening again. Once again, he wondered what he did right to deserve her.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Her words were whispered. The sincerity of them made him smile. He wanted to do everything. There was no telling how much time he had left, and he wanted to live a lifetime in his mate’s arms.

He pulled her closer so he could rub his finger over her lips. They were so soft that he found himself enthralled with them. Her tongue came out and licked his hand. A flicker of a flame could be felt in his stomach. He lifted her hand and licked the pad of one of her fingers. A hiss came from her mouth, so he did it again. Those hooded eyes looked at him. This time he didn’t get lost. All he could see in her eyes was Piper, his mate.

He pressed his mouth to her allowing his lips to relish in the softness of hers. When her mouth opened on a sigh, he slipped his tongue in licking her. She tasted of heat and something close to chocolate. It was an earth dessert that he loved but limited because pleasure was not for him. He delved a little deeper knowing he was mistaken. The taste of her overwhelmed him. He got heat, female, and sweet chocolate. It was like she was designed especially for him.

A moan left her lips as he took over. He didn’t really know what he was doing. Instinct guided him all he knew was he needed more of her. He felt her tongue duel with his for dominance. He gave in momentarily enjoying the way she tried to take over. That was new for him. Then he pressed his advantage taking over her mouth as a strangled sound came from her. He tried to move back; she wrapped her arms around his neck and followed him. He felt pride that she responded to him in this way.

He moved to the side of her mouth pressing soft caresses against it before moving down to her cheek and her chin. His eyes moved down to her breasts. His tongue came out to lick his lips.

“The clasps are in the back.” He placed his hands around her back and fumbled with the snaps to her bra.

“Why did they make them so complicated?” Her laughter felt like a balm making his fingers relax. It was easier to get the bra off after that.

“You’re beautiful.” His eyes caressed her breasts. They were heavy globes of perfection, pink tinted with rosy nipples. His tongue came out to lick his lips as he felt his cock respond to what his eyes were seeing.

“I was so happy when my brothers found their mates, but I couldn’t conceive of touching a female. Now I wouldn’t survive the night if I wasn’t allowed to touch you.”

“Touch me Thrice. I need to know what your hands, your lips feel like on me. I can’t wait to feel your body pressing mine down.”

“I never did that before.”

“Lay on a female?”

He nodded as his hand hovered over her breasts.

No, that bitch wouldn’t want him to lay on her. The position was to intimate. His natural strength and assertiveness would come out. Was it possible to go back in time and kill her and her whole line? She’d work on that later because all thought left her when his fingers grazed her breast.

“Soft.” His words were husky, and his breathing was hard as he ran a finger back and forth missing the nipple that was begging for attention.

She leaned up to watch her nipple harden as it tried to encourage his fingers to touch.

His finger grazed over her stiff nipple. “Please.” It came out with a hiss followed by stark need.

He touched her again harder this time. She arched up into the caress.

“You won’t hurt me, but I promise to tell you if you do.” It came out soft and gentle and belied the need she had to feel his fingers and his mouth pinching and sucking her nipple. “I love attention to my breasts, to my nipples. If you take one into your mouth and suck. I’ll probably lose my mind.”

His hand stilled as he searched her eyes. Finally, he nodded before lowering his lips and sucking her pert nipple into his mouth.

She arched her back unable to stay still. “Harder Thrice, please.” Her voice ached with what she needed.

The gentle sucking motion was replaced with a harder deeper motion. Her hands grabbed his hair holding him closer until she realized what she was doing.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to.” He never stopped he just placed her hands back in his hair and moved to the other nipple.

“Yes, love, this feels so damn good.” Her words started to get jumbled up the harder he sucked. Her pussy wanted attention, her hips began to rub against his hard thigh. “Need you so much.”

“Don’t want to hurt you.” He began kissing down her body. He stopped to explore with each kiss. His hand stroked her, and his tongue made lazy circles on her skin driving her higher.

It took minutes or maybe hours before his words penetrated her passion fogged brain. “You won’t hurt me.”

He stopped to look back at her. Her eyes were wide the pupils distended with the pleasure she was feeling. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as Piper. His fingers drifted back down until he was hovering over her belly button. He stuck one in and pulled it out. Her eyes flew to him as she cursed.

Laughter came from him. It was light and joyous.

“I think you’re learning the art of sensual torture way to fast.” She murmured before she placed her dripping pussy against his dick rubbing against him. His eyes almost rolled back in his head.

“Two can play that game.”

“Game?”

“Yes, love. Where each takes the other person as high as possible on the pleasure scale until we fall off the incredible edge waiting for us.”

“Not sure how much longer I can play.” She looked down to see his cock weeping with need.

“The beautiful thing about games is we get to play again. I can’t wait to be the first woman you make love to.”

“My mate.”

“Always yours.” Her hands moved downward until she was fisting him. Rubbing up and down on his hard length.

“I want to be inside of you.” His whispered confession took her even higher.

“Please.” She hadn’t meant to beg, didn’t want to bring back any memories of that bitch. She just needed him so badly.

“If I enter you, I’m going to make you my mate.”

“Yes, yes.” Her head was rolling from side to side as her hips started a wild upward thrust. Her mate was a natural at drawing out of her what she needed. His simple words, the hands that were now on her pussy, rubbing her engorged clit. He didn’t even realize what he was doing to her.

“You like this?”

“Hell yeah.” Do it to me forever she was silently begging. His finger parted her slit. Her pussy was on display for him.

“So pink and pretty. I didn’t know it could look like this.” She’d smirk and think about how ugly that other bitch must have looked if she weren’t going up in flames. The fingers that were stroking her were making the beat of her heart catch as if it needed him.

His finger slipped inside of her, and she hissed before she growled. She wasn’t that far removed from her primitive ancestors.

“Small and tight.” His hand went to his thick cock. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

Her tongue barely moved as she thought about how he would stretch her. He’d be impossibly tight. Yes, please!

“Just take it slow.” She reached for his cock and moved it slowly through her wet pussy. His strangled cry made her feel good.

His hands were on her thighs spreading them wider before his hips finally settled on her. He watched her expression as he took his cock and placed it next to her entrance.

“Piper?” All she could do was nod. It was enough for him. He pushed just enough to feel her body resist.

“Harder love.” His hips thrust forward causing several inches to sink into her.

“Fine?”

“Better than fine.” He withdrew and then sank further never breaking eye contact. Nice and slow the words went through his mind until he finally bottomed out in her.

Her panting breath was in his ear. “I love the way you feel inside of me.”

The smile that tilted his lips had her ready to fly away. “Move love, I have to move.”

His hips moved back, then he thrust back in. Slowly gently until he found a rhythm. Faster now moving further back so she could feel his whole length withdraw and pin her to the bed again. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hands clutched at him as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

It was fast. Her breathing was so fast she thought she might pass out. Lightning was zinging through her body, and he wasn’t slowing down. Each wild thrust was taking her higher. His amazing diamond brown eyes began to glow. He spoke words she couldn’t understand.

Then she was lost. It started at the base of her spine. More intense than anything she had ever felt before. It crawled through her body claiming her heart and soul before it threw her off a cliff where all she could do was scream. That’s when she felt it. His teeth in her shoulder. She came apart in a thousand pieces.

His body came apart in her. Her smile faded as she moved towards blackness. She couldn’t wait to do this again, then she was out.