CHAPTER 13
Grey couldn’t breathe as he stared into Lyra’s tranquil blue eyes and saw the truth shining in them.
She honestly thought he was beautiful.
She had seen all of him, and she hadn’t found him wanting, hadn’t found him disgusting. She hadn’t left him.
If anything, she had moved closer to him.
The anger he could feel in her touched him as deeply as her words about him, gave them strength that made him believe her. She wanted to fight his pride, wanted to hurt those who had wounded him, and she wanted to do it for his sake.
Gods, he couldn’t bear it.
His female was just too wonderful.
He slid his hand around the nape of her neck beneath her black hair, pulled her towards him and claimed her lips. She gasped into his mouth, a moan following it as she leaned into him and began to return the kiss. The soft sweep of her lips across his drove him wild, but tamed him at the same time, helped him keep control of himself when he wanted to kiss her hard, fiercely bruising her lips with it, desperation driving him.
He kissed her as softly, as slowly, as he could manage, his heart thundering against his ribs, nerves threatening to get the better of him as his body reacted to her taste, her warmth, and how soft her lips were beneath his.
She rose on her knees, forcing him to tip his head back and follow her, and her hands claimed his shoulders, the heat of them searing him as she moved closer still. Her tongue probed his lips and he opened for her, groaned as her tongue met his, all warmth and silky wetness, and her taste flooded him.
He couldn’t get enough.
He planted his hands on her hips.
She gasped and he tensed, snatched them away again, fear he had hurt her lancing his heart, stabbing deep like a knife.
She broke away from his lips, pressed her forehead against his and whispered against his lips, “Gods, don’t be gentle with me. Don’t hold back… because I can’t.”
He hissed and groaned as she raked short claws over his shoulders and down his back, dropped her lips to his throat and kissed it, licked and nipped at it. He tensed, every inch of his body going rigid.
She kissed downwards, pushing him back as she did, and he breathed hard as he planted his hands behind him to stop himself from falling over. A little moan escaped her as she feathered her fingers over his chest, over the pronounced ridges of his muscles, and lifted her eyes to his, her mouth still close to his skin. She bit her lip and pressed her nails in, and he groaned and shuddered as fire swept through him, rushed down his torso to his balls and cranked them tight.
“Gods,” he breathed and trembled as she lowered her hungry gaze to the juncture of his thighs.
Did she like what she saw?
He was so hard for her, painful and throbbing with need, feared he might explode if she so much as breathed on him. Her moan was his answer, had another shiver tripping through him, lighting up his senses and stirring his hunger to dizzying new heights.
Fuck, he had never been so hard.
She kissed down his chest, stealing his focus away from her hands, and from his fears as he lost himself in her again, in the way shivers of pleasure tripped through him whenever she licked or teased him with a fang.
Her hand wrapped around his shaft.
Grey barked and his hips launched forwards, the touch so unexpected he didn’t have a chance to contain the reaction.
His cheeks heated when she lifted her head, locking eyes with him, hers filled with surprise.
For a heart-stopping moment, he feared she would pull away, would leave him after all.
Would find herself a more experienced male to satisfy that need he could sense in her.
She launched at him and her lips seized his, claws pressing deep into his shoulders as she kissed him so hard he couldn’t keep up with her desperate movements. She raked her nails down his chest and he growled into her mouth as he shivered, a hunger to fight her rising inside him, the pain pushing him to master the wildcat going to war on him.
When he claimed command of the kiss, his left hand tunnelling into her hair to hold her against his lips, she moaned and shook, nipped at his lips and pushed him harder still. He growled, twisted her hair in his hand, locking her in place, and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers.
That need to make her submit to him returned, stronger than before.
He broke away from her lips and breathed through it, refusing to let it master him. He wouldn’t do that to Lyra.
It seemed she had no qualms about doing it to him.
He grunted when his back slammed into the dirt and stared at her. She swiftly straddled him, her hands planted against his chest, her blue eyes glowing as she stared down at him, the hunger in them calling to him, demanding he satisfy it.
That trickle of fear broke through again, tried to tangle him in vines and make him choke.
Lyra didn’t give it a chance.
She worked her body against his, rubbing his rigid shaft, the friction driving him mad, dragging his hunger for her back to the fore and obliterating his fears.
He needed her.
She bent over him, her hair tickling his bare skin as she kissed downwards.
His breath hitched.
He craned his neck and stared at her as she travelled lower, all of him going still as she kissed over his stomach, swirled her tongue around his navel, and kept on going.
Sweet gods.
She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.
His hips jerked, length bobbing hard in response, and he grunted and clawed at the dirt. He shook his head, pleading her not to do that again. Everything they had done so far had almost been too much for him. He wasn’t sure he could bear her placing her mouth on him.
The wicked look in her eyes said that she wasn’t going to let him find release in that way.
She couldn’t.
He focused on her, groaned as he felt the need inside her, one that had grown the moment she had realised he was new to this.
She hungered for him.
Wanted him inside her.
Just the thought had him on the verge of spilling.
“Fuck, Lyra, drive me crazy again.” Because she had done it on purpose the first time, knew the way to tap into his instincts and make him wild for her, out of control.
She knew how to push him to a place where fear didn’t exist, where he didn’t think, he just acted. He needed to go there, because he wanted to do this with her, and he wanted it to be good for her. He was sure he could manage that if she just gave him a little push.
She rose onto her feet.
He stared at her as she slowly undid the belt on her shorts, his breath hitching as she eased the fly open and shimmied out of them. His eyes followed them as they dropped to her feet and she stepped out of them.
He tracked up her legs and swallowed hard as he reached the apex of them, covered by her black t-shirt.
Lyra eased the hem up.
Revealing a neat thatch of black curls that glistened in the low light.
He growled and was on her in a flash, a slave to his need to know how she tasted there. She gasped as her back hit the boulder and he pressed her against it, seared her with a kiss that had her clawing at him again. His cock met her warm slick flesh and he shuddered, his need to taste her forgotten.
He thrust slowly, rubbing himself through her cleft, groaning as his legs weakened. “Oh gods.”
Lyra lifted her legs and looped them around his hips.
He stared down at her where she lay on the boulder, her eyes on his face, hooded and dark with need.
Grey lowered his eyes to his hips, groaned and shuddered as he watched his cock sliding through her flesh, glistening with her juices. Oh fucking gods. He swallowed hard, planted his trembling hands against the boulder on either side of her waist, and lost himself a little in how mesmerising it was to watch his hard length rubbing against her.
“Grey,” she murmured, a desperate plea that tugged at him.
His female needed him.
She couldn’t take much more.
He wanted to feel her climax around him.
He took hold of his rigid cock in his shaking left hand, and drank her sweet moan as he rubbed the blunt head downwards.
“Grey.”
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up into the air.
He groaned and shifted his cock a little lower.
Her left hand shot to his, gripping his right forearm like a vice, squeezing his bones until a dull ache throbbed in them, and she threw her other hand above her head, grasping the back of the boulder.
He breathed hard, struggling to settle his racing heart as he found her slick opening. He nudged his hips forwards, moaned and shook as he edged inside her, as he watched his cock disappearing into her beautiful body.
Oh, dear fucking gods.
His right hand tightened against the boulder, entire body tensing as he eased forwards, sank deeper into her wet welcoming heat, eliciting a low soft moan from her as she dug her nails into his arm.
“Oh… gods.” She sounded like him.
Did it feel as good to her, as mind-blowing, as it did to him?
He wanted to look at her face, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from his cock as he kept inching into her. When he hit an obstruction, he looked up at her.
“I think you’re a bit big,” she murmured, breathless and trembling.
“I’m hurting you.” He went to pull out and she gripped his arm tighter, so tight his bones ached.
“You dare stop now.” Her blue eyes flashed at him. “Gods, I need you.”
He growled low in his throat at that, at the thought this beautiful female wanted him that fiercely, would fight him if he tried to stop.
Would seek to master him.
She moaned, tipped her head back and dragged her t-shirt up with her free hand, exposing the flat plane of her stomach and the curves of her breasts.
Their dark rosy tips puckered, calling to him. He wanted to taste them too. He wanted to hear her moan as he sucked and tugged on them, as he rolled them between his teeth and pinched them.
Grey ran his eyes down over her curves, to the point where he was joined with her. Her legs tightened against his back and he groaned as her hips lifted and he sank a little deeper, another inch into her.
He placed his hands on her knees where they were locked against his hips, and skimmed his palms down her thighs, and up her sides. He pressed his thumbs into her stomach, savouring the way she felt around him, and beneath his touch, and the connection that blossomed between them.
Stealing his breath.
She pressed her heels against his backside.
Trying to control him again.
He snarled, bared his fangs at her and gripped her hip with his left hand, holding her in place and stopping her from moving. He withdrew a few inches, groaned at the sight of his cock glistening with her arousal, and plunged back in. She moaned, her back arching in response.
He did it again, a longer stroke this time, pulling out enough that he could almost see the head of his cock before driving back into her, making her feel every inch of him and how hard she made him, how much he needed her.
She gripped his arm again and pushed her t-shirt up higher with her other hand. The sight of her fondling her breasts tore another growl from his lips.
He released her hip and planted his hand against the boulder again as he began driving into her, each slow curl of his hips pulling him almost all the way out before he thrust back in. The sight of her teasing her own breasts had him forgetting watching his cock, had him locked on her and how erotic she looked.
He wanted to touch them too.
He growled as he leaned over her, dropping to his right elbow as he claimed her hip with his left hand again to hold her in place. She moaned and gave him a wicked little smile as she hooked her hand around the back of his neck and traced her fingers over his nape.
He shuddered and thrust deeper, harder, a shiver tripping down his spine to his balls as she teased the sensitive spot with her claws.
Damn.
He grunted and his face screwed up.
Her nails raked harder, had the scent of his blood filling the air and his hips faltering as another need hijacked his body, stealing control.
He wanted to bite her nape.
His fangs extended, his nails turning black as he pressed them into her hip and hooked his right hand around her shoulder, holding her in place beneath him. She moaned as he thrust harder, body rolling beneath him, hips countering his thrusts as she rode him, pushing him a little harder. He groaned and eyed her neck, lost himself in thoughts of sinking his fangs into her sweet flesh and claiming her.
Binding them as mates.
The urge to flip her on her front and take her from behind while he plunged his fangs into her nape was powerful, almost overwhelming him.
“Grey.” Her soft voice pulled him back to her.
Blue eyes met his, understanding dancing among the hunger in them, no trace of anger over the desire she had sensed in him, or any amount of fear.
She lured him down to her and kissed him, and he groaned as he pumped her harder, poured all of his need into making love with her, into giving her a release that would satisfy her, and him both.
She wasn’t ready for that leap yet.
Maybe one day.
The thought that she might be his eternally, that she might bind herself to him, ripped at his strength and had him slowing his kiss, savouring her as she gave herself to him. She moaned against his lips and kissed him softly.
Gods, he didn’t deserve her.
But he had the feeling she was his.
He would cherish her forever.
He curled his hips, used her moans as a guide as he filled her, stretching her tight body around his cock. His balls drew up and he gritted his teeth, focused on the pain to hold back his own release. It was impossible.
She felt too good, and he was too far gone.
He grunted as release boiled up his cock, as his body gave a hard kick that sent a wave of warmth through him. He throbbed inside her, groaning with each jet of his seed, trembling as he marked her as his, gave her every drop.
She wrought more from him as she tightened around him, her moans filling his ears, and pushed him back, so he was stood over her, his hands against the rock beneath her.
He dazedly watched as she lowered her hand to her flesh and teased her pert nub with her fingers.
He wanted to do that for her.
He wanted to make her climax.
He replaced her fingers with his own, brushing them swiftly across her bead as she had been, his cock still lodged deep in her core.
“Oh, Grey,” she whispered, her breaths coming faster as she arched her back again, thrusting her bare breasts into the air.
He rubbed her harder, faster, watched her face as it screwed up and she bit her lip. She tensed, growing tighter around him, ripping a grunt from his lips.
That grunt became a moan of sheer pleasure as she cried out and her entire body jerked, her core quivering and throbbing around his shaft, and fire swept through him in response, had him joining her as a second release crashed over him. She moaned and wriggled her hips, and he kept up his assault with his fingers as he pressed his cock deeper inside her. Fuck. He pulsed harder as her body gripped and milked him.
She was close again.
He could feel it, that desperate need to find another release that was just beyond her reach.
He pulled out of her, dropped to his knees and placed his mouth on her. She bucked up and moaned as he thrust two fingers into her, their combined releases running down his hand and arm. He sucked at her nub, swirling his tongue around it and flicking it as he stroked her with his fingers, sending her soaring higher.
Closer.
Gods, she tasted sweet. Delicious.
His cock twitched, hungry for more even though he was spent, was sure he wouldn’t be able to handle another round for at least a few hours.
He focused on her instead, on making them even and giving her another mind-blowing release.
She was warm inside, felt as good around his fingers as she had around his cock. He groaned against her and licked her harder, flicked his tongue over her bead and teased it.
“Grey!” Her hips shot up, pressing her pert nub into his mouth as she quivered and shook, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.
He suckled her as she pulsed, pride sweeping through him as he gently brought her down, and came down with her.
He purred and lapped at her, tasting her and what he had done for her.
His female was satisfied.
She sagged against the boulder. “Oh sweet gods almighty…”
That need that had faded in her slowly built again.
He was on his back a moment later, her mouth on his, attacking him fiercely as she gripped his shoulders and worked her hips against his.
His cock twitched back to life.
He grinned against her lips and rolled with her, pinning her beneath him.
Round three it was.