Chapter Six
Spook surveyed with satisfaction the female he’d just pleasured, his cock still hard and throbbing. He could look at her forever, his eyes never, ever drinking their fill. One taste, lick, suck, or nibble would never be enough to satisfy him. If daylight came and he had to leave her…. Screw the whole one-night stand thing. Screw “no strings.” He wanted her in his life after the damn sun came up. He wanted her…always.
A special radiance suffused her complexion, her natural glow a soft rose tint under the subdued lighting of the master cabin. He’d painted her flesh with that extraordinary blush. The way she’d responded to him had been a near-religious, out-of-body, mind-blowing experience. Definitely no need for a dimmer switch when this woman got aroused.
She stared at him with a lazy, sleepy smile of her own, her breathtaking blue eyes alight and amused as she reached for his hand. The most natural thing in the world, the touch, electric. His arousal was off the charts, his heartbeat thundered, his breath grew short. She threaded her fingers through his, tugged him down onto the bed with her.
“You’re waiting for what exactly?” Her other hand went to the button at his fly, flicking it open with her thumb. She slid down his zipper.
His erection sprang free, his balls tightening, the ache to be inside her painful. He hunted for the condom in the pocket of his jeans and sheathed himself.
“Good,” she breathed. “I thought you might be waiting for another bout of breedspawn.”
Without bothering to kick off his jeans, he slid into her with one sure thrust, her sharp intake of breath at his invasion silencing the teasing words. He gave her a moment to accustom herself to his size.
“Oh, that’s…delicious,” she sighed. Her eyes fluttered closed and then opened again to gaze into his. He balanced on his forearms above her. If—when—he did go into the male demon mating frenzy of breedspawn one day, he’d never make it without the female lying beneath him. She jerked his elbows and he collapsed on top of her.
“Didn’t want to crush you,” he muttered.
“Love the feel of you on top of me,” she said. “Love the feel of you inside me.” Rubbing her nose against his shoulder, she sighed again. “Love the smell of you. That delicious mating scent. Whatever it is, it drives me wild. Absolutely wild.”
“It’s not breedspawn,” he assured her, rocking slowly then withdrawing, pulling all the way back before pushing forward again, to demonstrate his control.
Her small white teeth grazed her lower lip. “You’re driving me crazy,” she hissed.
“Good crazy?”
“Beyond good. Beyond anything.” She shut her eyes and gripped him tighter, moving her head from side to side on the pillows, as if the feel of his cock inside her transported her to another plane.
He could set a long, deep, rhythmic pace and make the incredible glimpse of heaven last. They had all night. No hurry. Gritting his teeth, he drew on all of his skills and training, every ounce of willpower he possessed.
But his dick wanted something else. And the lower brain assumed command. Fuck the slow, gentle, sweet crap. Spook wanted to pound into her again and again. Fast. Furious. Like a savage. He felt the sinews in his neck strain to the near-popping point as he continued to rein in the beast, hold it back.
“Too bad it isn’t,” she said. “Breedspawn, I mean.”
He froze and stared down into eyes such a heartrending blue, he ached. His pulse skipped a beat. A couple more. “You’d be okay with that?”
“I think so.” She stroked his shoulders then sifted her fingers through the hair on his nape, a gentle caress that fired him up nonetheless. “I don’t know what it is, Spook. What’s between us. But there’s definitely something. I’ve felt it from the first. I think you have, too. And now…I don’t know. It might be kind of impossible for me to ever let you go.”
Her words inflamed him, striking like Cupid’s arrows, straight to the heart, precisely echoing his earlier thoughts about leaving her after their one-night stand came to an end. And how big was the lie he’d told himself about taking things slow? He had no control. None whatsoever. Not where this female was concerned. Any semblance of restraint snapped, and he surged into her with a roar of desperate animal hunger. Driving deep, his cock planted to the root, Spook wanted to be deeper still. As he pounded into her slick heat, she scored his back with her nails. Her sighs and moans urged him to move faster, harder. She tightened her legs around his hips, her ass arching off the bed.
Fisting the tangled sheets, she cried his name, stiffening as she came, her inner muscles gripping his cock, squeezing, milking him. His female. Her glow lit the room. With a harsh roar, he shot off the cliff of his own release, pumping into her over and over. He collapsed, panting, dragging in ragged gulps of air. Her contractions had drained him dry, but he remained hard.
Still trembling, she drew uneven, erratic breaths. Then, recovering first, she returned one hand to his nape, gliding her fingers through his hair. With her other hand, she sketched a lazy pattern of circles across his back.
“Wow, huh?” he mumbled when he was able to form words. “Oh, hell, yeah, wow.”
“And yet, you’re still hard.” She raised her ass off the bed, urging him on.
In an instant, he’d reversed their positions, dragging her over him, clutching her hips, his cock still impaling her, growing longer, hotter, harder. He raised and then lowered her onto him, letting her ride him. Their bodies slammed together until they came again, the orgasm even more explosive than the last.
She fell on top of him, finally exhausted, depleted, radiant. He pulled her closer, fitting her head into the curve of his neck and shoulder, marveling at how well her petite frame matched his much larger one, how well she complemented every part of him, suited every place his body needed her to be. She snuggled into his warmth.
They caught a few minutes of sleep in between their many and varied bouts of lovemaking, beyond anything he’d ever imagined, even in his most erotic fantasies. But when the morning sun rose in the sky and flooded the cabin with light, he remained unsure of where they stood. Their date, amazing as it had been, was supposed to be over—virtual strangers with a single, torrid night of no-holds-barred passion between them.
He caressed her until she woke with a satisfied yawn, grinning up him, her pale skin sheened with a warm, rosy tint, her eyes magical. “You want to go again?” Her voice rippled with amusement. “I ache in places I didn’t even know I had.” She offered him a sultry wink. “But in a good way.”
“Well.” He paused, reaching for words that never made the journey from his brain to his mouth. But before he said anything incredibly dumb or second-guessed himself, he moved over her, surging into her again with a long, hot thrust, the strokes slow and measured as he tried to make the morning last. The day was well on its way before he finally rolled away again. Totally blissed out, he tucked her to his side, drained, sapped of the last ounce of energy he possessed. Nirvana.
“So.” She grazed her chin on his shoulder. “What happens now?”
“Don’t know.” He petted her silky hair then rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “I guess we’re done.”
“Done?” she echoed. “Are we? Are you sure?”
Under the tangled sheet that barely covered his groin, she glided a fingertip over the head of his cock, which immediately responded to her touch. Magic. Yeah. So maybe he did have a little more juice.
“This,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “This one-night stand.”
“Oh.” She caressed him again. “Get away from me then.”
“You get away from me.”
“Very mature.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m not mature enough for you? I’m guessing that hand of yours, toying with me right now, not to mention the rest of your satisfied body, thinks otherwise.”
She tossed the rumpled bed linens off him and slid down lower. Then she bent her head until her lips brushed his throbbing cock. “You think I’ll let you go now, demon?” Her words vibrated across his sensitive skin, nearly driving him insane. “Think again.”
Later, they both lay side by side, heads sharing one pillow, fingers laced, staring up at the ceiling, too exhausted to move.
“Now we’re done,” she said. “I guess.”
“Really?”
“Well, I’m not sure what the rules are, but it’s like, afternoon already.”
“Screw the rules. Try to move out of my arms, baby. And see how far you get.”