Enslaved in Shadows (35 page)

             
Draven bit her hard, sinking his canines deep into her flesh. She cried out, her entire body shook with the force of her pleasure. Goose bumps pebbled her skin and the fingers in his hair pulled fiercely. The armor she’d erected was falling.
He could feel it in the way she burrowed deeper into his hair. The moan that fell from her lips was music to his ears. This was home for him she was home. Her blood tasted sweet, strong. The taste exploded on his tongue, infused his veins. She was inside him now. Her essence would always be a part of him. When he pulled
back,
he used the heat from his hands to stem the blood flow.
She was human
,
and the wound wouldn’t close quickly on its own.
She hissed long and low as he held her through it.
Her body quivered and rocked against his.

             
She was still drunk with pleasure when he finally stopped the bleeding. A werewolf bite wouldn’t change you, but if done the right way it would bring insurmountable pleasure to the person being bit.

             
“You should have done that years ago. I would have followed you to the ends of the earth for that.” She giggled, her head resting on his shoulder.
She lightly bit him with her teeth.
Draven loved her biting, for him it was an affirmation of her feelings. Her eyes wide, dilated, her breath choppy. The room clouded with large amount of lust oozing from her pores.
Damn.
It was heady and powerful. His wolf attacked him on all sides howling to get out, to get to her.
Calm and gentle didn’t even begin to describe what happened next.

             
Draven smashed her forcefully into the wall, knocking the air from her lungs. The sound of her body meeting the wood cracked from protesting. For a second he thought he might have hurt her. Unfazed she wrapped herself around him locking her ankles at the back of his waist and squeezed. Her incredible likable thighs clinched him painfully in a vice grip, it turned him on, heighten his senses.
He tried to calm her with soothing kisses, but it seemed she’d become the hunter and he the prey.

             
Her tongue was on his neck
,
and
then his shoulder. She didn’t kiss him, licked him as if to taste every drop of the heat he was putting off.
Fuck, his skin was an inferno going up in flames.

             
“Stop,” Draven muffled into her hair, “you gotta stop doing that. I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

             
Her eyes met his and he could see the mischief there. Jes was only getting started.
She used the wall to push her forward, the momentum strong; Draven couldn’t catch his balance in time. They fell to the floor, her legs trapped behind his back; hit the ground with a thud. She’d straddled him and was now atop him with her knees planted firmly on either side of his thighs.
Mouths clashed in battle, tongues dueled for supremacy. He was desperate to get inside her.
Jesminda pushed his shoulders to the ground, breaking their kiss.
Slumberous eyes glazed over in want peered down at him. She was sexy, and licked her lips, tucked the bottom between her teeth and moaned.
He knew she was self-conscious about her scars but he didn’t care.
He’d have her any
way he could.
He loved her that much.
That word bounced around his head like a pogo stick. When she rubbed her juices back and forth over the hot length of his cock, his mind snapped sharply to the present.

             
She pulled his wolf’s growl from his lips as she slid slowly over his length. Again and
again,
she moved on him, placing the heat of her core directly over his straining erection. He stopped breathing entranced by her wantonness.
She was poised over him; he could feel the heat of her pussy singe the head of his cock.
She smelled amazing. F
resh and soft, from their shower.
Willing and ready to take what he’d give.

             
“I want to taste you first.” There were rocks stuck in his gut. The anticipation made him crazed. He needed to taste the sweet juices of her pussy feel it coat his tongue. He switched their positions and took control. Her fingers scored his chest and she writhed against him.
Draven dipped his head and pulled a budding nipple into his mouth and massaged it gently with his tongue. Leisure nips that made her buck beneath him. He nipped harder fevered in his actions, it earned him a scream. Her nipples were sensitive. He loved it, alternated between sucking and biting.
Her breasts were perfect, every man’s dream come true, full round and soft. He placed his nose in the center of her chest and breathed deep, the scent of her stronger, her island flavor ripe with want.
Her hands held him there as he sucked. She jerked beneath him, her thigh brushing over his dick.

             
His hands smoothed down her sides, over her belly. Seeking pleasure points, earning him more cries and lust filled moans.
He kissed the path his hands touched, the journey south slow and sweet. He couldn’t wait to feast on her pussy.

             
“Draven, please, please don’t stop.”

             
He had no intention of stopping, not until he got to his destination. Her mewls of pleasure and cries only drove him higher. He buried his face in her heat and took a long deep breath. Honey and spice and everything right. He nuzzled her flesh infusing his nose with her scent. Her juices coated the inside of her thigh where he licked and tasted. Her legs seized as he searched. The muscles bunched into ropes, released on her sighs.

             
“You’re beautiful,” he said against her thigh. He sucked her skin into the heat of his mouth felt her watching. He needed her to see how much she affected him.
Draven raised his head and settled himself between her legs. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and anticipation. Her chest rose in rapid rhythm.

             
“Look at me.” He ordered.

             
Slowly her lashes lifted and what he saw there was enough to undo the strongest of men. Her heart was in her eyes, her doubt and her fear, all there for him to see. It moved him, up and crashed him down. Elation ran deep in his veins but mixed in was hurt. He’d take the doubt and fear away and give her power. Power to protect herself and power to love with her whole heart again. He’d give her these things and more. All she had to do was let him. He scooped his hands under her ass and brought her forward to his waiting mouth. The entire time he kept eye contact, daring her to look away.

             
The first lick through her folds was fire to his tongue. His cock jerked, the sound he would have made was taken by her juices. Fuck, her flavor was nectar, succulent sweetness infused in her heat. He sucked her lips into his mouth, released
them,
and did it again.
Her hips rose off the floor and her mouth opened on a scream.

             
“Oh shit, damn.”

             
Draven’s dick was throbbing and the tip was weeping for relief.
Soon.
He’d be inside her soon, but not before he made her come in his mouth. All her passion was going to slide down his throat. His tongue slid easily into her heat, when he pulled back she glided forward seeking his more.
Her hands were on his shoulders pulling him to her as she ground her pussy against his lips.
Her eagerness spurred him on. He tucked two fingers inside and latched on to her clit. He sucked and flicked with his tongue repeatedly alternating the speed, humming over her delicate skin as he loved her with his fingers. The vibrations from his tongue sent her higher and higher, but he eased back, giving her a chance to come down.

             
This was about her and about her letting go. She would and he’d see her through it. All Jes had to do was trust him.
He wanted her starved for him like he was starved for her. He wasn’t someone she could toss to the side once this was over. He wouldn’t let her. His tongue flicked faster on her clit.
Her thighs were shaking and her walls gripped his fingers in her coming orgasm. She was close, right there and he only needed to do one thing to take her over.

             
He didn’t stop penetrating her with his fingers; he lifted his mouth from her clit and replaced it with the palm of his hand. Her body was tight and strained. She continued writhing under his fingers. Her thighs honey slick with her juices and right before she exploded he bit down on her thigh, he didn’t break
skin,
but it was enough to send her crashing over.

             
“Yesss!”
The sound loud and strained, stretching her vocal cords to screeching. Draven rose above her as her body convulsed and vibrated in the aftershocks of her release and slammed in deep with one powerful thrust.
They both yelled out in unison at his invasion. He pumped in a series of fast strokes, digging deeper into her body.
His wolf wasn’t in the mood to slow down and give her a few spare seconds to collect herself. The wolf wanted hard.
She clawed at his chest and he could smell the blood welling just beneath his skin.
Her head thrashed from side to side as sweat slid from his brow down the sides of his face and dripped onto her lovely chest. Loving a woman was damn hard work, but worth every second.
             

             
The sweat from their bodies and the scent of sex penetrated his nose. She was right, there was an
undertow,
and he was helpless to stop it as the waves of their mating crashed over him in rapid succession. It was pulling back and dragging him under.
Fuck,
he was dying inside and if this was the
end,
he’d meet his maker with a smile on his face. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder kissing the luscious skin as he continued to pound inside her. This position let him get deeper hitting right to the core of her.
The tip of his cock sending electric pleasure back to his balls.

Chapter 22

             
Draven’s raw strength scared her at times, but like this, drenched in sweat his brows creased in concentration as he pumped into her, an endless machine with no off switch. This didn’t scare her. It did however do things to her body that should’ve been outlawed. She ached in all there right places. Tried to hold on to his shoulders but the sweat on his skin didn’t give her enough purchase. The sounds of their bodies connecting, skin slapping against skin took her to the edge and threaten to take her over.
They were on the floor, body’s burning, pushing, straining for release. Her leg kicked out and hit the
chair, which
toppled over; Draven barely gave it notice as he canted her hips up tunneling deeper. The heat of his cock sent exorbitant amounts of ecstasy spiraling through her limbs.
One leg over his shoulder the other dug deep into his left ass cheek, her hands gripped his sweat soaked shoulders and begged for mercy.

             
“I can’t take any more,” she cried out when he grinded his dick into her soaked pussy.

             
“I didn’t ask if you could.” The sweat collected on his chin dripping in an endless beat as it hit her bare breasts. This was so over-powering, emotionally and physically she couldn’t comprehend most of what her senses were telling her. Immense heat, love soaked saturated bliss consumed her.
Her body tightened her gut spasmed with the
telltale
signs of what was surely going to be the biggest orgasm in her life. Her body stressed in exertion, causing seizure like tremors to take over her muscles. She took a deep breath, tried to stave off the coming storm. Needed to hold out a little longer.
Draven rose up high above her and dropped his head, taking her nipple into his mouth. The pressure he applied pulled on the invisible string that led right to her clit. He tugged, she moaned. He bit gently, then more fiercely. Jes screamed, to hold off by the determination to wait for more.
Her body was being finely tuned to break over the edge of a ride she didn’t want to get off.

             
“Draven, fuck me harder. Deeper,” She wailed into his shoulder biting down to stop the screams from stripping her throat raw.
Their sweat soaked bodies slammed into one another over and over again as his thrust picked up speed, took her senses up another level. Everything from the hairs on her head to the tips of her toes tingled. Sex in sense-a-color. She could feel it all, the amazing sensory overload of him taking possession of her body.
Draven pulled her other leg over his shoulders.

             
“What a pretty sight this is.” his voice soaked in honey, slow and controlled as he watched her open for him, waited. She watched in awe as he rose, high above her, pulled back to where only the head of his cock lay at her opening. Time stopped, suspended in the moment of ardent anticipation. Her breath ceased. His arms were tight, muscles bunched as he strained to hold himself up.
His chest was gleaming, soaked with their sweat. His breath sawed in and out of his chest, short hard bursts of air that cooled her skin. All the signs his control had cracked.