“Am I still wasting your time?” Gripping her ankles and pulling them apart, his gaze centered between her thighs with aching hunger.
A heavy layer of slick damp heat covered the bare curves. Peeking from between the plump folds her clit gleamed wetly, swollen with her need. Tempting him to taste it.
“You’re not doing anything,” she whispered. “Do you need help? A few suggestions, perhaps? I’m sure I have some books with pictures if you need ideas.”
She didn’t wait for his permission, didn’t wait for suggestions. But then, his little cat had never been one to be guided easily. Sitting up abruptly, with one delicate, claw-tipped hand she gripped the base of his cock, and a second later her tongue swiped over the engorged, throbbing crest in one long, slow lick.
Gripping the hair at the back of her head again and clenching, he held her in place, her lips within a breath of flesh far too sensitive as he stared down at her.
Innocence gleamed in her eyes, in the flush on her face, but hunger was quickly overshadowing it.
“Taking something else from me?” she asked, her eyes narrowing, some inner anger he’d sensed before shadowing her scent.
His hold tightened, teeth clenching, he pushed her head forward and gave her what she was evidently determined to have.
Take it from her? He’d wanted to ease her into this, not force anything from her or allow his genetics to control her. But he could sense her, the animal fully merged with her, demanding and determined.
His Breed.
She was more than he’d ever imagined she would be.
And she was his.
“Giving you all of it,” he snarled. “All of me, Cat. Let’s see if you can handle it.”
Penetrating the lush heat of her mouth, watching her lips close around him with obvious hunger nearly stole reason. So many nights he’d awakened, sweat drenching his body, from the erotic dreams of her and she was here now.
Tentative at first, tasting him, testing her hunger, the sweet heat of her mouth began drawing on him. Sucking delicately, then with erotic confidence. As the reins holding back his lust began to fray, she sucked at the flesh stretching her lips and filling her mouth.
Restraining the shallow thrusts between her lips, Graeme couldn’t help but allow himself to revel in this intimate acceptance.
Sweet, wet heat surrounded the brutal sensitivity of the crest, working over it as hungry flicks of her tongue lashed at it. Pleasure tightened through his system, drawing his testicles tighter, his cock throbbing with the rising need for release.
Every second he watched her, her lashes lowered with drowsy eroticism over her hammered gold eyes, her lips drawing on him, tongue flicking against the underside of his cock, pushed him closer. Pushed him toward that edge of oblivion—
“Enough.” Forcing her head back, her lips from the engorged flesh filling it, nearly killed him.
Perhaps he’d be amused later at the threatening little growl that fell from her lips, the sharp little nails that pricked at his thighs. But right now, it wasn’t amusement driving him. It was pure, unbridled hunger for his mate.
Securing her hands quickly once again and drawing them from him, Graeme pushed her back to the bed, holding her wrists to the mattress as he lay over her.
Years of madness, due to the separation from his mate and the animal genetics’ insistence that he remedy the situation. Years of crazed determination to find her, to shield her from the danger of the Genetics Council. And so many years of regret, guilt, and the loss of the only person he’d ever allowed himself to care for.
The bond created here, the need that would be created, the hunger that would never die, would ensure he never lost her again. She could never walk away from him and she would come to trust that he could never walk away from her either.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he whispered, still amazed at the perfection of her.
Her eyes were like hammered gold now, gleaming between her lashes as she stared up at him, seductive and demanding.
“How slow you are.” Slender thighs parted, knees bending as her feet braced against the mattress.
Pushing between the silken limbs, unable, unwilling to wait any longer, he used his free hand to grip the heavy weight of his erection and pressed it between the heated, swollen folds of her sex.
He had to clench his teeth to hold back his snarl of pure, primitive pleasure.
This was unlike anything he’d ever known before, unlike anything he’d imagined possessing her would be like.
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Pleasure was racing through her, tearing at the determined shield she’d placed between her and the remnants of a bond she’d believed no longer existed.
The warming heat moving through her body threatened that shield.