He lifted his head, met my eyes for a brief moment, and found the tender spot at the crook of my neck.
Oh, baby! He knew every spot I needed to be touched, kissed, rubbed. I was soaking wet and ready for him. My * ached to be filled. And he was more than ready for me as well. As I pumped him I felt the small beads of moisture at the head of his cock. I wasn’t a wolf yet, but even with my human nose I could detect a heady, masculine scent permeating the room.
“Give it to me, baby,” I panted with excitement and released him.
“Not just yet.” He slid down between my legs, kneeling on the ground in front of me.
I rose up on my elbows.
He grabbed my legs and pushed them up, putting me on display, and growled appreciatively.
My eyes clouded with lust as I gazed down on him, waiting for that moment when he would dive between my legs. He tortured me with anticipation, licking his own lips and smiling, making the seconds tick by agonizingly slow.
“Do it.” I was practically begging. I would burst if he didn’t touch me soon. All the blood in my body had been sent south to the throbbing nub, and all I needed was for him to touch me and I would explode.
When that velvety soft tongue of his finally did, my whole body shuddered. It felt like an electric shock, and my legs became jell-o. Thank goodness he’d been holding them. I melted. His mouth was heat and silk and velvet.
I threw my head back into the mattress, hissing and moaning like a harlot while he painted my sex with his tongue.
He ate like a starved man and I writhed and rocked my hips in a slow, obscene rhythm. That familiar coiling pressure began to build.
“I’m going to come, baby. Harder.”
He mumbled something—maybe he moaned too, who knows—but that little bit of vibration sent me over the edge. My body exploded and I lost control, panting and wheezing and writhing.
Aiden devoured every ounce of my pleasure and when the throbbing stopped he lifted his head and licked his glistening lips. “Ready for round two?”
It took me a moment to catch my breath. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were going to tire me out, were you?
Though he’d just finished eating, there was no less hunger in his eyes. He was the predator and I was his prey, ready and willing. In a fluid motion he stood and braced his hands on the bed and rocked his hips forward. In one smooth stroke he found home, sliding into me like a hot knife into butter.
I almost hyperventilated, he felt so good.
I hooked my arms around his torso and looked up to meet his dark eyes. “If this is the last time we are together … it is so worth it.”
His chest rumbled and he responded by rocking back and driving home again and again. He buffeted my body with his, driving so hard he nudged me backwards on the bed. I dug my nails into his back, holding on for dear life, and buried my head into his hard chest.
“Bite me.” Aiden wasn’t requesting it. This was an order.
I nipped at his pec, tasting his salty skin.
“No,” he growled and his hips stopped. “Bite me. Hard. Draw blood.”
That kind of killed the mood for me, but Aiden quickly remedied that by slowly nudging into me again. “C’mon, babe. You can do this. Don’t worry about hurting me.”
His voice was husky with need, as if he really wanted this to help him get off.
Pain wasn’t really the thing stopping me, I was put off by the meaning behind what he was asking. There would be no turning back. But I had to do it. I opened my mouth against his skin. His hips picked up pace again.
“Do it,” he urged.
I closed my eyes and let his primal rhythm take me away. A moment later, I bit down as hard as I could. My teeth slowly sank into his hot flesh. He let out a loud moan and slammed harder into me.
My mouth filled with his blood and instinctively I swallowed the hot sticky liquid.
Immediately, my head began to buzz with an electric current. I felt as if I was one with Aiden, sharing his pleasure as my own. He buried himself one last time before filling me with his heat. The spasms rocked through both of us—my release was his and his was my own. It was a beautiful moment that left us both spent and collapsing on the bed.
Chapter 7
The taste of blood filled my mouth. Sour, metallic, disgusting. For a moment I thought of Alyssa and how she lived by drinking this stuff. Just the thought of it, knowing I had just swallowed blood, made my stomach turn.
“Try to keep it down,” Aiden hummed in my ear. “I know it’s hard, but you can’t throw up, babe. It’ll affect the transition.”
Normally his baritone voice so close to my ear would get my motor running, but this time it had no effect. I was turning green. My stomach ached and burned, and bile threatened to bubble up to the surface. I clamped my lips shut as a wave of nausea rode up the back of my throat.
“Looks like it’s time for you to leave,” Aiden said, his tone suddenly changing from sexy to businesslike.