Lion's Heat (35 page)

Rachel raked her nails down Jonas's back, heat and lightning whipping through her, striking at erogenous zones, burning in her blood as she fought to hold on to his kiss and the incredible taste she craved.

He was an addiction, but he had been an addiction long before he had instigated the mating heat between them. He had been an addiction before she ever met him in person.

The taste of cinnamon and cloves filled her senses. Fiery pleasure rocked through her body, but she couldn't get that image out of her mind. She couldn't get that need out of her mind.

As the fires inside her burned, rushed through her, rose and engulfed the last of any shyness she might still harbor, she struggled in his arms.

Pushing at his shoulders, riding the hard male thigh thrust between her softer ones, she fought the hold he had on her until he rolled to his back.

She was moving as he lifted her. Her leg swung over his head, her knees digging into the mattress as desperation and hunger overwhelmed her.

As she came over him, he was waiting for her. Hard hands gripped her hips, pulled her to him, his tongue swiping through the thick juices collecting there, and driving her insane with pleasure.

Throwing her head back, a low wail erupted from her lips as his tongue curled around her clit. She was burning. She was diving headlong into ecstasy and the ride was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her hands lifted to her breasts, her head tilting, staring down at him as his hands curled around her thighs and his eerie silver eyes stared back up at her.

Her fingers rubbed over her nipples as she felt his tongue flick at her clit, rub it. The raspy texture of it sent the blood rushing to her head, light-headedness nearly overtaking her as she pinched her nipples, increasing the sensation.

He was watching her. A low, growling groan echoed in the room as he drew the little bud into his mouth and suckled at it, his tongue running around it as she began to twist her hips against him.

"So good," she moaned as she tore at the clasp of the bra between her breasts to release it. "Oh Jonas, it's so good. Your tongue's like fire."

That instrument of flaming pleasure lashed at her clit now, stroking around it, over it, as he sucked at it. The hormone in his tongue, it had to be that fiery essence, seemed to sink into the little knot of flesh, tightening it further, throwing her closer to bliss as she began to ride his face. Her hips rolled, twisted, her thighs bunched with the need tearing through her.

A hard kiss vibrated along the ultra-sensitive flesh as he released it, only to lick, stroke, to ease lower. Rachel was nearly screaming with need now, her hands filled with her breasts, her fingers rubbing, stroking, pinching at her nipples as she fought for orgasm.

A second later, his tongue drove into her pussy.

Her back arched, her muscles clenched on the intruder, sucking it, spasming around it as she began to demand to come.

She wanted it now. She wanted to feel that wild ride of complete rapture as it flung her into ecstasy.

His tongue fucked her with hungry strokes, pressing inside her pussy to lick, to taste, to fill her with such desperate need that she could barely breathe for it.

She was dying for more. The overwhelming shards of longing were driving through her clit, her pussy, tightening in her womb as he licked her with an intimacy and abandon that she could have never known to fantasize about.

"No. Don't stop." She was nearly screaming as his tongue slid from her.

Her hips rolled, pressed down, then she stilled in complete pleasure. Her hands fell from her breasts to the headboard of the bed. Her fingers clenched.

His lips covered her clit again, only this time, the pleasure was near agony. He sucked it inside, began to lick, to stroke, to do that rubbing thing with his tongue as she felt her entire body explode.

She cried his name. Her body jerked taut, her thighs began to shudder, tremors raced through her body and the heated tide of her release rushed from her pussy.

And it wasn't enough. She barely had time to draw another breath once the first hard shudders raked through her. She needed more. She wanted him inside her, filling her.

Uncoordinated, so eager to sate the hunger that only grew from the release, Rachel fell to her side, scrambled up and threw her leg over his hips. She wanted him inside her now. She wanted that hard, fiery length of his cock shafting through the tightening muscles that spasmed in longing for his possession.

She had no more risen over him when he filled his hands with her breasts and lifted his head. His mouth sucked one tight, tortured nipple into his mouth, stilling her movements.

She would take him in a minute, she told herself as her hands braced against his shoulders to hold her weight. Just a second. First. This was so good. His tongue lashed at her nipple now, his teeth raked over it, sending those shards of brutal bliss to strike at the heart of her womb before speeding to her pussy.

She needed him. Her head shook. She wanted him now, but she didn't want this to stop. She wanted him to suck her nipples. She wanted his hot mouth on her and his even hotter cock inside her.

Jonas fought to keep the animalistic instincts inside himself from taking over. He fought to hold on to the human parts of himself, to retain just enough of his senses to hold back, to make this so good for her that she would do it again and again.

And damn if he hadn't almost succeeded. He had managed to hold on to that last thread of sanity. Then she moved, her hips slid lower as he sucked at her nipple, loving the taste of it.

Her pussy, so slick and wet, parted over the tight, engorged head of his dick, and he was lost. Hell, lost nothing, he was a madman, pure fucking animal so eager to thrust inside her that his hips immediately plowed upward, driving several inches inside her with no care or restraint.

And she loved it. He felt her pussy clench around him, heard her muted moan of bliss and felt her nails digging into his shoulders as she held on to him.

Her hips were moving, churning. His mate was no easy lover when the wildness gripped her. She was demanding everything he had to give, working herself on the hard shaft, her pussy milking it, stroking white-hot fingers of complete ecstasy over and down his cock until it struck his balls with destructive sensation.

He gripped her hips tight, trying to hold her back. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to take her like the animal he knew he was created to be.

But she wasn't having it. The more he fought to hold back, the tighter her pussy sucked at his dick, the hotter it got. She fought to twist against him, to ride him herself as he fought just as hard to control the desperate lunges of his hips.

He wanted to fuck her hard and deep. He wanted to drive his cock inside her and hear her begging for more, screaming for it.

"Fuck me!" She jerked in his arms as she did just that. "Damn you, Jonas, let me go." She tried to slap at his hands, to force his hold from her.

"Rachel. Baby. Not yet," he pushed out between clenched teeth. "Not yet."

He was fighting to breathe, the pleasure was so intense. He could feel the barb trying to emerge, his release building in his balls.

Then her head lowered, and she bit him. Damn her, her teeth sank into his shoulder as a wild, completely abandoned cry of need fell from her lips and stole his determination to take her easy.

His hands fell from her hips. His palms slapped to the bed, fingers clenching in the blankets as his claws emerged and bit into the cloth, and he let her have her way.

He let her steal his heart, his soul, his very being as he threw his head back and roared out his pleasure. Streaks of intense, volatile sensation wracked his spine, his muscles. Pleasure was a white-hot orb surrounding his body, and Rachel was the center of it.

Rachel had never known anything like the hard, shuddering tremors of bliss tearing through her. The feel of Jonas's cock powering inside her, pushing deep and hard, raking across sensitive tissue and delicate nerve endings, was like a fiery vortex surrounding her body.

She was burning alive. Perspiration gathered along her body, slicking her, creating another sensation to add to the others. Lifting her lips from Jonas's shoulder, she stared down at him, seeing the sweat roll down the side of his face, his silver eyes gleaming back at her, his neck straining as he fucked her with complete abandon.

She had him. Right here, right now. This was the man and the animal, and both were completely focused on her and the pleasure crashing through them.

Her back arched as a particularly intense storm of pure sensation throbbed through her pussy, stroked over her clit, over and over again. She couldn't escape it, she didn't want to. Her head fell back on her shoulders as she lifted and lowered herself, mating the hard, driving rhythm of Jonas's body beneath her.

She could feel the storm building inside her. Like heady whorls of pure fire, it began to stroke inside her body, wrapping through it, around her, circling her in ever-tightening bands of erotic agony as she began to cry Jonas's name.

She had to come. She was going to die if she didn't. And if she did, could she survive it? Her muscles began to flex, her womb convulsed, her pussy began to spasm and clench, tightening and stroking his steel-hard cock as he shafted inside her. Harder, faster. It was building. It was tightening. It was burning . . .

She tried to scream. Was she screaming? She felt it explode with a force that bent her backward, the only thing holding her grounded was Jonas as his hands jerked up, cradled her back, held her to him as the storm ruptured inside her.

Shaking, shuddering convulsions of white-hot sensation raked up her spine. It tore across her nerve endings. She wanted to wail his name but she didn't have the breath. She wanted to scream for mercy, but couldn't even whisper for it.

Her nails bit into his arms as he suddenly jerked her forward, her head falling to his shoulder as his teeth bit into her shoulder, locking in, holding her still as the pleasure-pain evoked another, harder eclipse of volcanic sensation that sped through her.

Then she felt it.

His release was white-hot, spurting inside her as she felt a sudden thickening, a swelling, the emergence of the thumb tip-sized barb as it stretched from beneath the head of his cock and locked into a spot so sensitive, so agonizingly tender, and began to burn it with blistering pleasure.

Rachel lost her mind. Not that she had much left at that point, but that sensation, the white-hot vibration, the rubbing, the tiny, firm throbbing against that center of nerve endings tore her mind free.

She was flying. With his arms wrapped tight around her, his tongue licking at the wound to her shoulder, that barb stroking into a bundle of pure raw nerves, and Rachel felt as though she were flying, totally free. Without constraints, straight into the blistering heat of the sun.

She felt as though she became melded to him. She melted into the pores of his flesh, locked inside him, and knew she could never be the same again.

Jonas had to fight for breath. He had no idea pleasure could tear the world out of his grip, that a release could do more than simply bond him to this woman.

For the first time in his life, he felt a freedom so complete, so vast, that he knew his life was changed forever.

He'd fought giving all of himself to her, and in that moment, he realized he had never had a chance against her.

She was sobbing against his shoulder, the pleasure was so intense. She was whispering his name, begging, shudders still racing up her spine as he felt them digging sharpened talons into his balls.

It seemed never-ending. It seemed as though he had shot straight into the soul of the woman gripping him with a fierce hold, refusing to release him. And he didn't want her to release him. He wanted her to hold him inside her forever.

And she would.

This pleasure would ease, their bodies would separate, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never be free of her or the effect of this night.

Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her hair and fought just to breathe as he felt the sensations gently easing.

Rationality was returning as the barb slowly receded. His cock softened, but only marginally. Held inside her, the thick width still stretched her. He could still feel the delicate little tremors that attacked the vulnerable tissue every few seconds.

She was relishing this final, unhurried descent, and he wasn't about to disturb her, because he was damned if he wasn't loving the hell out of it as well.

It was like being locked in a well of peace. In all his life Jonas had never known true peace. Not until this moment, not until the pleasure had been agony, forcing him to spill his very soul into the woman who had demanded it.

"I love you." The words rose unbidden to his lips as he whispered them against her ear. "In all my life, Rachel, I have never truly loved until you."

He had sacrificed. He had been responsible. He had led, he had manipulated and he had been driven. But he had never loved a single entity, not truly, not as he should.