Chapter Thirty-One
Echo
His stare caused little butterflies to flap around in my stomach.
I’d never felt like a more sexually beautiful woman than I did as his eyes burned into me.
My hands gripped the vines, testing their strength. Part of me couldn’t believe that he did that, but then the thought of him teasing me, and using my body in ways I could only imagine, made my thighs squeeze together to ease the throbbing that he’d created.
His hands pushed up my bra, revealing my breasts to the chilly air. But instead of letting them become cold, his hot mouth latched on to one, and his hand palmed the other, warming me from the outside in.
A low moan bubbled up from my chest, and he growled, moving his tongue over my peaks and moving down toward my belly.
There were so many avenues of sex that I’d never experienced, but I had no fear of them. I knew that when Asher’s tongue licked my slit that my back would bow, and my fingers would grasp the vine wrapped around my wrists. They were the only thing holding me up when my knees became weak.
His mouth slowly kissed and licked me into a writhing mess against the rock.
“You’re so wet, it’s making me crazy with the need to fuck you.” The brush of his lips against my sex made me whimper, my head nodding for the words that I couldn’t say.
I needed him so badly, I swear I was going to combust if I didn’t get him inside me right now.
“I feel it too.” He rose and kissed my body as he stood.
I wanted to ask him what he felt, but his hardened cock pressed against my belly, and all thoughts of talking blew away with the drifting snowflakes.
“That insane need to claim, to pleasure, and feel. It’s a mate thing. Nothing is more important than pleasuring you, the desire to make you feel like there is nothing better in the world than my cock drilling into you.” His husky voice whispered against my neck, running those little tingles of pleasure down my body where they pooled in my core.
“Don’t worry, my sweet kitten. I’m going to take care of you.”
His words were an aphrodisiac to my libido.
“I swear, Asher, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to turn into some animal with teeth and eat you!” I threatened, but no sooner had I finished my last word when Asher lifted me off the ground and impaled me on his cock.
I groaned in pleasure and pain from being so full, so fast.
His body shivered, and it wasn’t from the chill.
I knew what he meant before—the fire between us was indeed burning so hot it would scorch the earth.
“Mine.” His primitive groan echoed around the silent forest.
I wrapped my legs around his, hoping it would help the adjustment of my body.
He slowly lifted me up and then slid me back down with ease.
The more he moved, the better it started to feel, and the more I needed him to soothe the ache that was threatening to take me over.
As if reading my mind, his lips clashed against mine as his cock started drilling me into the stone pressed against my back.
It was everything I’d ever thought sex to be like, and more.
“You are heaven, branding yourself to my very soul.” He moved down to my neck, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, losing himself inside me.
“Asher,” I moaned, the storm within me looming, preparing to shatter my world as I knew it.
“I’ve got you, baby. Never fucking letting go.” His mouth was hot on the only part of my shoulder that was bare underneath my jacket.
I moaned louder, and his hips moved harder, letting me feel every torturous inch of his length sliding inside me.
I felt something moving with my teeth as I teetered on the edge of release.
His teeth scraped my skin, and I latched onto his neck. Elongated, sharp canine teeth pierced his skin as I came hard enough I swore the earth quaked beneath our feet.
Just as I was coming down from the crest of my orgasm, his teeth sank into my shoulder as he roared his release, sending me over again with him.
The taste of his blood in my mouth did little to deter me from kissing him with a fever unrivaled by those before, even with his own lips coated in my blood.
It was feral and savage.
Just like us, wild and raw in every way.
“I’m pretty sure biting is like saying your wedding vows in animal speak,” he said with a grin. Even now, his stupid humor made me smile.
“You’re an animal.” I kissed him once more before he pulled himself out of my sensitive flesh and set me down.
“I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m an animal in the sack.” His smile was bright, casting away all the shadows of the forest.
His vines released my wrists, and together we helped each other get dressed again, wiping the blood that still glossed our lips as best as we could.
“I don’t have to worry about rabies, right? You’ve gotten your shot in the past five years, correct?” he joked while examining the obvious bite mark on his shoulder that was seeping blood onto his shirt.
His joke won him a smack to his stupid head, then I brought him closer to look over the wound with my own eyes.
“Watch it, magic boy, I could still eat you. Many species kill the male after sex.”
“Magic boy?” he mused, and I watched as the cuts in his shoulder began to heal.
“Mine.” I kissed the spot that was now completely sealed.
“Mine,” he responded, and I didn’t think I would ever tire of hearing that word from his lips.