“Wait your turn,” he rumbled as he stretched over her, settled between her legs, and drew a nipple into his mouth.
Lava surrounded her. Good God, his mouth was on fire. She shifted restlessly against him, her mind swirling, her body aching. He paid attention to both breasts, nipping, licking, and sucking. Finally, he lifted his head. “I thought you’d taste like candy. You don’t. Sweet raspberries—all the way.” He reached down and slid a finger inside her.
She gasped and arched her back. Mini explosions ripped through her sex.
Pleasure curved his smile. “You’re wet.”
“Of course.” She flashed him a challenging smile.
His eyebrow lifted, and he scraped his thumbnail along her clit.
She stopped breathing and her eyes slammed shut.
Warm lips wandered across her stomach, his breath heating her skin. Her abdominal muscles shifted, and her internal walls clenched. His broad hands curled around her thighs, and he dipped lower.
Instinct pushed her to struggle, but his hold was absolute. She couldn’t get away.
His tongue licked into her, and she forgot all about getting away. But still, this was an arranged mating. He didn’t need to—
“Ahh,” she moaned when his mouth found her clitoris. His tongue took over, moving and teasing with tiny flicks, so that her breath stopped.
The need to arch into him made her back tremble, but he kept her immobile. Open to him—open to whatever he wanted to do to her. The thought sent a rush of fire beneath her skin.
She swallowed and sucked in air. “Jase, this isn’t really necessary.” The words came out in pants.
He lifted his head. “We’re mating, Bren. I plan to taste every single inch of you.” One finger slid between her swollen folds. His teeth scraped her thigh, and she had a second to clench before his deadly fangs plunged deep.
She cried out, her body firing, her back arching.
Dark pleasure coursed in her veins. Pleasure from him as he drank. He sealed the wound, and his short hair tickled her skin as he turned his head to kiss her mound. “You taste like honey and spice.” Then, rotating his finger, he sucked her clit into his mouth.
She exploded.
The orgasm flared through her with a burst of wild energy, cresting, and then rippling in waves. Sparks flashed behind her eyes. She rode the waves, her body jerking, her legs held open by his wide shoulders.
Finally, with almost a sob, she came down. Her body relaxed into the bedspread.
He released her, slowly moving up her torso. A rogue’s smile curved his lips. “We’re gonna have to do that again.”
She shoved hair off her face and widened her knees. “My turn to play.” Grabbing his flanks, she caressed down to his butt. Firm and hard, his warm flesh filled her palms.
He rested on his elbows and slowly slid the head of his cock inside her. She bit her lip as her body resisted his size. Pain and pleasure melded together. “I don’t know.”
His lips brushed hers. “I do. You’ll take all of me.”
The order loosened something inside her, and she willed her muscles to relax. Her nails bit into his biceps, and her thighs pressed against his hips.
He slid out and then back in several times, finally filling her completely. Oh God. She couldn’t take it.
Her whimper brought his focus to her eyes. Then his mouth took hers. Firm and absolute, he swept his tongue inside. Tingles of need filled her. The time for gentleness had passed, and he took what he wanted.
Her body softened around him—accepted him. He tweaked her nipple, and she groaned. Pleasure and pain combined into an irresistible need to move. Her feet pressed onto his butt.
He eased out and slammed back in. His groan coincided with her sigh. “Hold on, baby.” Manacling her hip, he began to plunge. He thrust hard and deep, holding her tight, controlling them both.
She caressed the ridges and scars along his back, meeting his thrusts as much as possible.
With a growl of her name, he pounded harder. Her internal walls flared with fire, and she gasped. Oh God.
Scraping his teeth along her jugular, he sank his fangs deep. She cried out, her body instantly spasming in something too intense to be an orgasm. A flash of fire lit her butt, and she sucked in air. The waves rode her instead of the other way around, so she held on and just felt. Her body was plucked tight as a string as the sensation rippled through her. Finally, with a sob of his name, she went limp.
His fangs retracted, and he ground against her as he came.
He stopped moving. Still embedded in her balls-deep, he smoothed the hair from her face, his gaze a dark green and on hers. “Mine.”
Chapter 8
Jase punched the bag with a hard rhythm, his feet dancing, his thoughts swirling. Skin split on his knuckles, so he hit harder. Heavy metal music blasted from a stereo in the corner, and he was the only person in the basement gym. Three downed punching bags flopped over near the door, their leather mangled, their stuffing out. He’d have to buy Kell new equipment if he stayed any longer.
He’d left sweet Brenna in bed at dawn so he could run for a couple of hours before lifting weights and punching the bags. What in the hell had he been thinking to mate her? He’d stupidly thought he’d be able to do her a favor and leave town. Even now, hours later, his blood hummed for her. His fucking cock was ready to play. And something in the center of his chest hurt. Bad.
Blood sprayed as he slammed his hand into the leather.
The music cut off.
He stilled, turning only his head to see Conn leaning against the wall, arms crossed. The expression on his brother’s face reminded him of when Conn had tried to tame wild horses for a brief time. Turned out horses and vampires didn’t belong in the same vicinity.
But now, Conn was measuring how to talk to him.
That pissed him off beyond belief. “Turn the fucking music back on.” He began punching the bag again.
“No. You’re bleeding all over Kell’s gym.”
He stopped and turned. “What do you want?”
“I want to make sure you’re all right.” Conn rubbed his prominent chin. “I mean, after last night.”
Jase blinked. “What do you know about it?”
Conn rolled his eyes. “I can smell her all over you. Don’t be daft.”
“What is this, a slumber party?” Jase snorted, his shoulders tightening. “I don’t need to share, Conn. You’re going soft.”
Temper flashed through Conn’s eyes. Anticipation lit Jase’s spine. Then Conn snuffed out the fire. “I’m not soft, but you need to talk.”
Disappointment tasted like ashes. “I’m fine. We mated, she’ll be cured, I’ll get her skills, and now we have a good treaty with the witches. Simple as that.”
“Mating is never simple.” Conn kicked a barbell. A crease lined between his eyebrows. “Are you really going to leave her?”
The thought was a fist to the gut. His mind rebelled against leaving Brenna. “Of course. That was the plan, wasn’t it?”
“I thought that maybe after last night, you’d—”
“What? Fall in love and be cured? Be able to have a normal life so all of you could relax and stop feeling so fucking guilty?” The words spilled out of him, the venom burning his tongue.
“Yes.”
He curled his lip. “Sorry. We fucked, I branded her, and it’s over. Deal with it, brother.”
Conn fixed him with a look that at one time would’ve made him think twice. “Don’t talk about Brenna like that.”
“She’s mine.” Jase lifted his chin, hating himself more than Conn probably did. “I can talk about her any damn way I want.” Even so, he glanced at the doorway, his breath heating. Nobody stood there, so he relaxed and focused back on his brother.