Skye's Trail (9 page)

His eyes darkened with furious need when he looked at Skye’s neck. “You let one of those punks bite you.”

She half-smiled at the memory of Gian. At the thought of him being called a punk. The smile triggered a deep growl from Rico. In two steps he had her pressed against one of the columns in the garage. His lips covered hers as his tongue demanded entry.

Skye opened for him, knowing that this time her mind wouldn’t be able to suppress the demands of her body. Her clit was already swollen and throbbing. She was wet and aching with need. Their earlier encounter, and the moments spent with Gian had only fueled the desire.

As soon as Rico’s tongue slid over hers, she whimpered. He growled in response and lifted her so that his erection was perfectly aligned to her cunt.

Even through their clothing, Skye could feel the raging heat of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he rewarded her by grinding into her, rubbing his thick jeans-covered erection against her in the same rhythm as his tongue mated with hers.

Skye had never felt so out of control. So ready to be mounted—mated. Always before, sex had been a recreational activity, a casual coming together.

But not now. Not with Rico. Her body was making that clear.

Rico’s hand pushed her tank top up and freed her breasts to the early-morning air. Skye’s already hard nipples tightened further. She arched into his palms when they covered her breasts and rubbed against the sensitive peaks.

Her womb spasmed and sent a flood of desire to her already soaking passage. Another whimper escaped. She pulled her mouth away from Rico’s and pleaded. “Suck me. Bite me.”

Lust roared through every pore in Rico’s body. He’d dreamed of this, of having her beg for his touch.

He lowered his head and licked his way down her breast until he got to the pale pink nipple. It was stiff and engorged, a juicy berry waiting for him to take it in his mouth.

When she whimpered again and tried to close the distance, masculine satisfaction whipped through him. With a groan, Rico latched on to the tender flesh, lashing it with his tongue then suckling it as Skye writhed against him.

He couldn’t think beyond the ache in his cock. The scent of her was driving him crazy. The need like nothing he’d ever experienced. He freed one hand and used it to open the front of her jeans.

Skye instantly shifted so that he could slip his hand inside her panties. She was swollen, wet, on fire.

With a groan Rico pulled his mouth away from her breast and looked down at where his hand disappeared into her pants. He was panting, barely able to pull enough air into his lungs and breathe, barely able to think. “You make me forget I’m a cop. I could take you right here, right now.”

Skye laughed, a small husky sound that ran along Rico’s spine. “That’d be hell on your career if someone came along and reported you.” She let her legs slip from around his hips, but stood so that his hand was still trapped against her wet cunt. She leaned forward and whispered against his mouth, “Do you want to come upstairs and finish this?”

He thrust his tongue into her mouth as his fingers echoed the movement, tunneling into her tight, wet sheath and fucking her until she cried out, flooding his hand with her juices as she climaxed around his fingers. Only then did he pull away long enough for her to straighten her clothes and lead him to her apartment.

As soon as the front door closed, he was on her. Some part of his mind was shocked at the rough way he stripped her of her clothes, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t control the need—and she didn’t fight him. She let him take her to the floor, helped him get his own clothes off then wrapped her body around his.

A red haze filled Rico’s mind as he plunged his cock into her. Skye screamed and pressed against him. Her arms wound around him, holding him to her as he pounded in and out of her until she came.

Her whimpers sent fingers of hot ecstasy along his spine and through his cock. He couldn’t hang on, couldn’t make it last. With a groan he shot his seed into her. And even then, the need wasn’t sated. As if reading his mind, his fantasies, Skye rolled to her hands and knees, spreading her legs, and lowering her upper body so that he could see the glistening, swollen slit and the small triangle of black pubic hair.

She needed him to mount her, to prove that he was dominant enough to be with her. To be one of her mates.

The thoughts were foreign to Skye but her body ruled. She’d come twice, but she needed more—craved more.

She shivered as Rico’s hard body covered hers, as his thick cock plunged into her vagina and his balls came to a rest against her wet, swollen labia and sensitive clit. He allowed just enough of his weight to rest on her so that she knew he was the stronger one physically.

“I’ve fantasized about this,” he whispered against her neck as his hands moved to her wrists, holding them to the carpet. “I’ve jerked off imagining doing this to you.”

Skye arched into him and begged, “Please, Rico.”

His mouth latched on to her neck, covering the place where she’d allowed some punk to bite her. The need to dominate rushed over him like molten lava. She was his and when he was finished with her, she’d know it. He bit down hard, replacing the mark with his own as he pumped his hungry cock in and out of her tight sheath.

She moved into him, crying out each time the tip of his penis slammed into her cervix, but the pain was welcome, the nearness to her womb only drove her higher. She wanted to scream, to howl, to scratch and bite like an animal in heat. She wanted to clamp down and hold him inside of her—actually felt as though there was a hidden place inside of her that was created for this, for locking her mate to her.

Instinct ruled where rational thought had always dominated before. Skye opened herself wider, pressed more of her upper body to the carpet and angled her cock-filled channel higher so that he could plunge into her deeper, harder.

The slap of his balls against her clit only fed the hunger, the need. She would take his seed, bind him to her. He would be her mate.

Sweat poured off of Rico’s body. His heart felt like it was about to explode in his chest. His breath heaved in and out of his body.

He’d never been so rough with a lover, he’d never let himself lose control. But the feel of her, the smell of her, the sounds she was making had pushed him beyond any limit, had filled his cock so full that every stroke was exquisite agony.

His balls swung tight and heavy against her slick flesh, sending waves of sharp, hot pleasure through his cock along with the urge to pound into her, to shove himself deeper than any man had ever been.

Fuck! What had she done to him?

He couldn’t fight the frantic need. His head went back, his body arched violently, giving him the extra depth he sought.

Beneath him she cried out, opening herself deeper then closing around the tip of his penis, trapping him inside her, forcing him to come with each jerk of his hips, each involuntary attempt at escape.

Over and over again he came, each release making him cry out, each release triggering an answering cry in her. The pleasure was hot and fierce, overwhelming, consuming. He would never get enough of this.

Chapter Five

Skye came awake slowly, luxuriating in the warm male chest pressed against her back, in the arms that circled her waist and held her tight. Rico.

She’d never brought a lover to her apartment, never slept all night with one and woken this way. Some instinct had prevented her from doing it. Now she recognized it for what it was—an intimacy only to be shared with a mate, not with a recreational sex partner.

The complications would begin soon enough.

The questions.

About the mating.

About the way he’d been locked deep inside her.

How he’d orgasmed—how they’d both orgasmed each time the head of his penis had tried to escape.

She’d searched for answers herself, but there were none.

Like so many things in her life, she could only accept that it was natural.

Nothing had changed and yet everything had changed. They were bound together. She knew it on a gut level. Knew from experience that it was useless to fight whatever it was that made her
other
.

But he would fight it. She knew that, too.

She snuggled deeper into Rico and felt his cock begin to stiffen against the cleft of her ass. He nuzzled her neck and Skye’s nipples tightened. An ache began to build between her thighs. They’d have to face the day soon enough. Before that happened she needed him again.

Skye rolled over slowly and smiled as she took in Rico’s dark good looks. Gone was the fierce lover who’d mounted her repeatedly in the living room then one last time as they’d showered before crawling into bed. Now his face was relaxed, almost boyish. She used her body to roll him to his back. He frowned in his sleep but didn’t wake up.

Pleasure roared through her—a primal satisfaction unlike any she’d ever known—at the sight of the bite marks she’d left on his neck, over his heart, on his inner thigh. She moved over him and pressed her lips against his lips, then nibbled down the tanned column of his throat until she got to a small brown nipple. She laved it with her tongue then lightly bit it before moving to its twin. Rico woke and immediately laced his fingers through her hair. She continued along his ribs and across his tight abdomen.

His body tensed when she stopped. She could feel the heat of his cock against her cheek. She looked up at him then. “Have you fantasized about this, Rico?”

His fingers tightened in her hair. She ran her tongue along his cock. “
¡Carajo!
You’re going to kill me!” he said as his hips pumped upward.

Skye moved so that she could wrap her hands around his hungry cock. Rico’s nostrils flared, his face flushed. His hips pumped again. Power and pleasure flooded through Skye. He was hers.

She took the head of him into her mouth and began sucking as she stroked his shaft. His eyes closed, his ass flexed and he arched off the bed. She let him move in and out of her mouth, taking more of him each time and using her lips and tongue to love him.

The fingers buried in her hair tightened as he groaned and panted. A sharp hunger built in Skye. She moved so that she could straddle his face.

Rico’s hands went to her hips. His mouth latched on to her clit. She gasped and pressed downward as he stroked her with his tongue then sucked her until fingers of pleasure shot through her body, demanding a release. She took his cock to the back of her throat and swallowed. He tightened his grip on her hips and continued his assault on her engorged clit. The heat and need built until they were both writhing and clutching and gasping, then crying out in ecstasy.

Skye moved so that she could wrap her arms around him and rest with her face against his warm chest. Rico pulled the covers up over their sweat-slick bodies as they both shivered from the aftermath of pleasure.

“It’s never been like this before,” he said and Skye could hear a hint of fear in his voice. She could feel the struggle taking place inside him. Finally the cop won. “I’ve got to get to the station. You coming by to see Caldwell?” There was worry in his voice this time.

Skye smiled against his chest. “If I have to. Or you can just tell her that you’ll see to it personally.”

Rico stiffened against her. She let him retreat. What was done, was done. They were bound together. She accepted it as she’d learned to accept so many things that couldn’t be easily understood, but that didn’t mean she could explain it to him.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath before rolling away and retrieving his clothing from where it’d been thrown in his haste to take her last night. He didn’t dare look toward the bed until he was dressed. He still wanted her.