She ran her tongue over the underside of his shaft with a long, slow stroke.
“Yes.” He ground out the word between clenched teeth.
Suckling the tip of his hard flesh, she struggled to become accustomed to his size. She didn’t have much skill, but she was greedy to learn. She wouldn’t deny Sorin any request and wanted to experience every sexual act with him. Stroking him deeper and deeper, she immersed herself in the sensation of his thick cock sliding in her mouth—this powerful male breathing harshly, desperately, as she sucked on his flesh.
“Oh, Susan, please…” He threaded his fingers in her hair, tightening his grip in her long strands as he pulled and thrust a little deeper in her throat.
She was doing something right. It wasn’t easy to grin with her mouth full. Her tongue caressed his shaft as shallow, strong strokes powered between her lips. She wanted to taste him, hear him cry her name, as his release gripped his body.
The sac between his legs tightened, drawing closer to the base of his cock. She handled his balls with care, enjoying the heaviness in her hand.
His cock throbbed and he stilled, his hands holding her steady as he withdrew from her mouth. “Not this way. Not our first time.” His voice was guttural and harsh. “Susan, you’ll be the death of me.” Slipping his hands under her arms, he lifted her to his mouth and ravaged her with a kiss.
Hard-pressed for breath, she gulped for air when he released her. She writhed under the weight of his body as he rolled on top once more, her hands racing over whatever flesh she could touch.
Staring down at her with sinful voracity, he nudged the tip of his cock against her sensitive entrance. “Now, I make you mine.”
Holy cow, yes, this was what she wanted. She caught her breath at the tight stretch of her tender pussy. He was big. Thick. She whimpered. She couldn’t help it.
Watching her closely, he paused and waited until her muscles relaxed. “It will be fine. We’ll go slow and tell me if it hurts.” He laid a gentle kiss on her lips. Warm and tender, just like his soul. He slid forward another inch and groaned.
That was so good. A mix of pleasure and pain like the synapses in her brain were crossed. Each light thrust increased both. “Sorin?” Her voice shook.
With another thrust, the head of his cock was buried deep inside her, a burning stretch filling her pussy. “You’re so tight.” He exhaled a harsh breath. The muscles in his arms trembled, his body corded with his fight for control. He began with a tender pump of his hips.
She grew wetter with his strokes. The profound bliss built, a blistering heat and desire that had her moaning, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Sorin rode above her. His muscles bulged as if he fought feral instincts. Amber eyes glowing, he glared at her through his silvered hair falling around them in an erotic veil.
Arching her back, Susan took him deeper, moving in time to his thrusts. “Harder. Take me harder.”
He muttered what sounded like a prayer before driving into her at a more demanding pace. He was fighting for breath now, his eyes closed, lips drawn back. “I can’t…”
“Sorin.” Her voice was strained as she sensed her pussy milking his flesh, drawing him deeper. Every sensitive nerve ending in her channel caressed his hard shaft.
“Sorry, I can’t wait.”
Susan barely had time to take a breath before he slammed into her, hard and deep and fast. In and out, in and out. She cried out, an animal-like noise as he stretched her even more, impaling her with his thick, male flesh.
Sorin gripped her thighs. He growled, breathing roughly by her ear. “Feel me.”
“Yes.” She nodded, the blend of pleasure and pain driving her mad.
His cock jerked inside her.
She needed him, needed all of him. She relished the weight of his body, his strength. He was so hard, so hot and firm. She dug her nails into his back.
He growled by her shoulder, his teeth grazing her flesh.
Sensations heaped one on top of the other, ecstasy building in her pussy, striking like lightning into her mind. Raising her hips eagerly, she matched his rhythm. Her nipples slid over the hard muscles of his chest and added to the shocks of pleasure. Closer and closer.
Susan trembled, her thighs grasping Sorin, her body writhing under him. Like an explosion, her orgasm struck. Intense, sharp, all-encompassing—it swept through her body, dragging a long, unarticulated cry from her as she fell apart.
Bliss ripped past her scientific mind, tore her fabric of reality, and sent her on a trip deep inside her primal pleasure centers. She shuddered under the thrusting assault of his cock.
Sorin arched above her, his head flung back as he released an eerie howl. Hot jets of his seed hit her womb. Each hard pulse triggered another set of pleasuring spasms.
She cried out again, trying to catch her breath until the shudders wracking her body grew weaker.
Sorin landed on top of her, supporting his weight with his forearms as he panted. His hands trembled and reached for her face. “Susan?”
Her arms had fallen to the pallet, gravity too strong a force to fight. She smiled at him. “Wow.” She’d gather the pieces of her brain in the morning. For now, one-syllable words would have to do.
Sorin rested his forehead against hers and held her close. “I want you to stay with me.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sorin hadn’t meant to say anything. The intense storm of emotions Susan had stirred wanted to swallow him whole. He needed to find a place to think, to figure out how to convince his pack to accept her. As he moved away, she whispered his name. It sighed over his body, caressing all the raw edges of his confusion.
She pulled at his neck, tugging him down beside her. Drowsy with exertion, she didn’t have much strength, but her arms might as well have been made of stone. Laying her head on his chest, she moved into his embrace.
He didn’t want to pull away. Her warmth spread over him like a thick blanket of refuge. Staring down at the dark hair fanned over his shoulder and spilling onto the blanket, he was grateful for every moment she spent with him.
What was he supposed to do? He’d never slept alone with a female before. When he used to take lovers, before becoming alpha, he’d leave after sex. Had never felt relaxed enough to stay. Susan was different. He pressed his face into her hair. In many ways.
Wrapping his arms around her, it surprised him how comfortable she fit against his body. He closed his eyes, swallowing as he recalled how her pussy clenched around his cock. Goddess, the sex had been powerful. Nothing he’d experienced so far could compare, and he wanted more. He let her sleep, though.
She was such a caring creature. Honest to the point of being blunt and so secretly sensual. She owned him. He didn’t need a collar and chain to follow her.
What if the portal door opened again? He hugged her tight. Would she leave him? If the pack didn’t depend on him for safety, he’d follow her home. He’d become a stray for her. A strange change had started in him the day they met. He accepted her as his mate. The soul-seizing connection between them made it plain, but she wasn’t a shifter. How did humans bond?
His species tended to fall in love fast. Attraction couldn’t be hidden—the scent was too strong. Eventually a shifter found a lover who matched in more than physical attraction, something deeper that kept them together. They’d give each other a permanent mark and allow their scents to seep under the surface. If a couple slept together long enough, they smelled similar.
He’d like that. Never had he considered anything like this with another female. After killing his father in challenge, everything changed. The Apisi had needed his strength to recover from the repeated abuses they’d suffered. All his energy and thoughts had been focused on them. Somewhere along those first months, he shut down his heart.