Mating Fever (12 page)

God help her, she liked it.

The fingers gripping her hair at the crown
hurt, burned her scalp. Her skin prickled from the abrasive stubble
around his mouth. Jessica flinched at the pain, making a soundless
cry into his mouth. His tongue thrust inside with a sharp growl,
stroking wet against her limp tongue, coaxing and commanding until
she was helpless but to join him. He missed nothing, encompassed,
wouldn’t let her withdraw.

Her tongue eagerly mated with his, stoking
the arousal that gripped her body. Her stomach contracted with a
hard spasm, reverberating deeply in her womb. Lust so intense it
hurt lanced through her pussy, pulsing wildly in her clit. Jessica
sucked his tongue hard, taking him deeper, as though it would
satisfy the sudden aching emptiness of her core.

Rough excitement rumbled in his chest at her
capitulation. He jerked with it, crushing her against him. The
bruising pressure of his body, the molten sweep of his tongue
spiraled through her body, drenching her sex with lust.

Jessica whimpered into his mouth, clawing at
him for more, wanting so badly to feel the pleasure.

Her movement startled him awake. He tore away
from her as though he’d been bitten, releasing a strangled,
frustrated groan. His chest heaved, his eyes were black with
violent longing. His face was hard with barely repressed desire.
The intensity of his look frightened her, made her insides clench
with fear and hunger. Her heart struggled in her chest.

They were inches apart. He devoured her with
his eyes, drew them down her body as though he would eat her. Her
sex spasmed at his heated look.

She wanted him to eat her.

He closed his eyes suddenly as if pained. He
shook his head.

Jessica allowed him no respite, closed the
distance and locked around him. He stiffened again. She hated and
delighted in his resistance.

“No. No. Sweet Jesus.” His voice broke. He
closed his hands around the underside of her ass, fingers digging
into her flesh, drawing a ragged groan from her. She squirmed,
brushing her breasts against his chest, her nipples hardening more
than she’d ever thought possible.

He groaned, long and deep and pulled her
without warning, hard, sliding her so suddenly up his lap she had
no time to react. And then the heat of his cock was there, tight
against her parted lips, slick against the wet heat of her cleft.
Jessica jerked at the probe, tightened her knees around his thighs,
gasping as the unyielding ridge of flesh slid through her soft lips
across her clit in one agonizing motion. Her wet cleft jerked with
pleasure against the silky smooth thickness of his erection. Every
rigid, engorged vein tormented, sent pleasure soaring along taut
nerves. Her muscles contracted involuntarily, wanting what he
wouldn’t give.

“They’ll kill me for this.” His hoarse
whisper into her hair sounded tortured. He shuddered, tightening
his hands on her ass.

“You’re killing me,” she managed, hating the
desperate need that held her in thrall. Jessica clenched, tremors
of pleasure working through her. She rocked, unable to sit still,
needing to move on him. Needing to impale herself on his hard,
thick cock.

“Oh god. Don’ move. Don’ move!” he ground
out.

She rocked again, unable to stop herself.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes
squeezed tight. “Stop. I’m gonna cum all over your preddy body if
you don’t stop!”

Her hips jerked at the rough growl of his
voice, the harsh promise.

He was hard all over, tension bleeding from
every pore, muscles standing at attention, ready to break control
at any moment. She felt that he was on the edge, his hold tenuous.
His cock throbbed against her, scalding her flesh like a red hot
poker. She ached to feel that rigid heat inside her. Her entire
body whimpered with need. She couldn’t stand it. She had to move,
couldn’t stop herself. She rocked against him again, and an
anguished moan tore from his throat.

Gabriel was dying. His mind raged with lust.
Every muscle screamed with pain, screamed with the need to ram, to
lay waste and conquer. The cream of her body felt like hot oil on
his cock, making the nerves jump. He was engorged to the point that
the slightest movement, the softest brush of her labia had him
groaning in agony.

Time meant nothing to him now, when it
should. Each second near her felt like an eternity of sensual
torture. He could see nothing but her, feel nothing but her skin,
smell nothing but her musky, sweet desire. Her cunt promised
ecstasy, liquid fire that would devour his soul. A hard shudder
wracked his body. His beast raged, his cock spasmed to be inside
her. She consumed him in every possible way ... and they would die
because of it.

He had to let her go. He commanded his hands
to release her, to thrust her away ... commanded his legs to move,
to run and not come back. Touching her was madness, stretched his
sanity to the brink.

She moved on him, sliding her pussy up his
shaft, drawing out the torture until he was near mindless with the
urge to ram inside her. His control slipped a notch every second.
Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her body pulled against the
burning rings in his nipples. Pleasure and pain raced through him,
mingling, racketing through his body out of control.

He sucked in a sharp breath, willing his cock
to lay still, his hands not to move. His fingers dug into her
cheeks, palms sensitized with the woman’s flesh filling them. He
couldn’t be gentle. He’d hurt her before, knew he had. He hadn’t
been able to stop. The hunger raged in him now, unleashed by the
beast and the fights. He was close to turning, anything could push
him over.

If that happened, he could kill her.

He fought the beast back, felt it hovering
beneath the surface, always there, always waiting for any sign of
weakness.

The musk of her sex intoxicated him,
heightening the danger.

Oh god
... just
one thrust inside her, it was all he wanted, all he needed. He knew
it wasn’t enough, that he had to have her completely, fuck her
again and again until his body was dry of its juices. And then he
would fuck her again.

The thought rang savagely in his soul,
burning him alive. He wanted more than that, wanted her to
surrender herself in every way.

“Please, Gabriel,” she whispered, begging,
her voice seducing him out of his wits.

They’d smell it, know what he’d done, know
that he’d fucked her without the right of a mate. “I ...
can’t.”

“You can,” she breathed, kissing his jaw,
running her fingers through his damp hair. “Please, if we’re going
to die anyway, I want to have you inside me, just once.”

His cock throbbed unbearably at her words.
The selfish impulse grew, wresting control. He wanted to be her
first Lycan, the first to mark her in their way. He couldn’t fight
it, not any more.

An anguished growl escaped him and he went
down with her, crushing her against the ground, her legs still
wrapped around him. Her feet dropped to the ground as they landed,
and the breath fled her lungs. He kissed her, long and hard, moving
one hand between her legs, guiding his cockhead to the entrance of
her pussy.

She was so wet for him, he thought he would
explode.

His fingers slipped against her wet folds,
smoothing her cream against his flesh as he nudged her small, tight
opening.

Jessica whimpered into his mouth, spreading
her legs wider, squirming under his touch, unable to bear it ...
unable to move away. The huge head of his cock touched her
entrance, burrowing through her swollen folds. The edges of her
cunt tingled, burning with the hard press of his cockhead. Pressure
built, climbing higher, anticipation an agony in her womb. The
fiery sensation was almost more than she could bear. Jessica sucked
his tongue as though she would eat him alive, incapable of
restraining the hungry pull of her mouth, the rapid stroke of her
tongue.

He broke from her mouth suddenly, bracing
above her on his arms. His biceps bunched with power, veins
bulging, climbing over his forearms as he held above her.

She looked up at him, a tremor of fear and
excitement rippling through her. His eyes were dark, unreadable.
His arms shook as though he could barely contain himself.

She wanted that loss of control, wanted him
to love her with no restraint. The wildness thrilled her, banished
the guilt that always ate away at her.

Jessica arched, begging with her eyes and
body. He shuddered violently, arching his head back as he thrust
his hips forward and drove to the hilt deep inside her, ripping
past the barrier of her body. Pain lanced through her. A cry ripped
from her throat at the invasion. Tears stung her eyes.

Her body bucked, muscles clenching as they
fought to accommodate the thick length of him. She hadn’t expected
him to be so big, so thick. She hadn’t expected it would hurt. She
hadn’t even realized it had still been there--not at her age.

He stopped in an instant, but it was too late
to go back, too late to stop the destruction. She didn’t want it,
she wanted him to use her ... wanted to use him, keep him deep
inside her forever. He cursed in French, his voice harsh and
strained.

“You’re a fuckin’ virgin,” he exclaimed
hoarsely, stunned.

Jessica weakly opened her eyes, looked up at
him past the watery blur. He looked accusing, angry. The lines of
his jaw and shoulders were taut, muscles clenched with repressed
passion.

His shaft jerked inside her, a rod of heat
and pain. Waves of mingled agony and pleasure rippled through her,
enticing. She wanted more, she had to have more. If this was their
one chance, she would have it--consequences be damned.

“Damn you,” he ground out, voice thick, his
gaze penetrating, seeking the depths of her soul.

She shuddered uncontrollably. “Don’t stop.
Please, don’t.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her
heels into his firm cheeks, urging him on. “I need you,” she
begged, feeling out of control and drunk with passion.

He held her gaze, his eyes shadowed by heavy
lids. Slowly, he pulled back, drawing his thick length from her
depths. White hot bands of pleasure twisted inside her, writhing
through her veins. He pulled until only the thick, mushroomed head
of his cock remained inside. Emptiness gnawed her insides. It was
unbearable torture.

“No,” she gasped, moving her hips, trying to
force him back inside her. “Don’t leave.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” he said through
gritted teeth, then forged a hot, raw path deep inside her core,
stifling her scream with the crush of his lips.

Swift, sweet pleasure exploded through her
body like fireworks. Jessica felt like she was melting, burning
alive. He anchored her, stoked the flames, thrusting heavily into
her until she was panting into his mouth. She drew her arms up
around his shoulders, desperate for his support. He stretched her
to overflowing, exciting her with a burning stroke that forced the
muscles of her sex to flex and clench in blissful response.

He shuddered as she gripped him, groaned
fiercely into her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as he withdrew
his cock and pushed forcefully into her again. He couldn’t control
himself, she knew she’d pushed him too far. She was wild for it,
kissing him back, locking her legs around his hips to keep him
there, moving inside her.

He moved again, setting a rapid pace that had
the tissue of her pussy quaking with desire, creaming in abundance.
Every thrust had her jerking in response, had the nerves of her
pussy screaming with scalding pleasure, begging for release.

She bucked beneath him, writhing in sensual
agony. Her channel clenched and unclenched with increasing
sensation. His hairy pubic bone ground against her clit, stoking
the fire swarming through the bundle of nerves.

Pleasure and pain traveled through her body,
closing her in warmth until sweat dampened her skin. Her hips
bucked with his thrust, moving higher, tilting up for the thick,
glorious intrusion.

Her body sucked at him, screaming, pleading.
The rhythm of his strokes had her heart tripping over itself. Her
thighs tensed around him. Her blood sizzled in her veins,
tightening her chest until she could barely breathe. It was too
much, not enough. Too hot. Too fast. She was going crazy, mindless,
undulating against him, trying to melt against his skin. Lights
danced behind her eyelids as she fought to hold onto
consciousness.

She bucked against him, fighting to drive him
harder, deeper, knowing if she didn’t climax she’d die. Her clit
throbbed with every grinding stroke. The hair of his body rubbed
with rough abrasion, making her skin tingle in response. She
whimpered, wanting to scream, dug her nails into his back as the
pleasure engulfed her body in agonizing wave after wave. Her kegels
contracted with the rapture, sucking his cock deeper inside her
like a greedy, hungry mouth.

He groaned into her mouth, his muscles gone
rigid, his heart beating so hard and fast, she felt it in her
bones. His hips jerked involuntarily as her bliss forced him over
the edge. He swallowed her cries as the rapture swelled. His orgasm
ruptured inside her, jerking with echoing force in her pussy. Hot
cum jetted into her, so slick and delicious inside her. She milked
the cream of his body with her own, his heated release exploding in
the depths of her core until her every nerve centered on the
rippling vortex of ecstasy swirling through her flesh and pulsing
in her clit.