This was happening so fast. Or was it? The anticipation had been building for years. After my night with Arys, I’d assumed Shaz would never want to touch me like that. The possessive nature with which he caressed me indicated that he felt quite the opposite. He wanted to claim me even more now.
We were rushing toward that most crucial moment, and though every human part of me insisted we should slow down, our wolves set and kept the pace. Neither lust nor undeniable animal urges rushed us. We rushed forward because we feared that it just wouldn’t happen if we paused to enjoy the building momentum.
Shaz maintained his role as the dominant. His lips on my br**sts brought a small growl out of me, and I gripped him tightly in response as his fingers sought the warmth between my thighs. I tore my thong off. I needed to feel his persistent touch without the barrier between us. When he lingered hesitantly and brushed the most sensitive part of me, I arched my back and reached to free him of his remaining clothing.
I reached to stroke his velvety smooth shaft as he hovered above me. When our naked bodies pressed together, nothing remained between us but our own personal worries. He paused, and we shared a thought: Was this going to ruin us? Either way made no difference to us in the heat of the moment.
I rubbed myself against him. Delicious jolts of pleasure coursed throughout me. He made to kiss me again, and I nipped his bottom lip, drawing a small bead of blood. I licked it away with the tip of my tongue and wondered when my fangs had shown up. The blood hungry vampire energy low in my core seemed to raise its head the moment his tangy blood hit my taste buds.
Shaz’s green eyes were all wolf. He drew away slightly, and I worried that he changed his mind. When his mouth made contact with the sensitive skin of my most private of places, I couldn’t stop the moan that broke loose, edged with a hint of a growl.
His wet tongue had just barely stroked my moist flesh when something inside me demanded that this union be made now, before the vampire comes back. That last thought didn’t feel like me at all. Whatever it was that made me wolf, it wasn’t keen on losing this moment.
“Shaz,” I gasped his name around my four fangs.
I looked down my body, into his wild eyes, and a shiver of excitement engulfed me at the untamed hunger I saw there. Could he feel the growing metaphysical swirl that stole my breath and reached out for that, oh so sweet, werewolf power? The blood hunger rose up inside, and the scent of him overwhelmed me like too much perfume.
I never had to say anything more than his name. He wasted no time. If I’d expected him to stall further, I was happily disappointed.
The moment that Shaz slipped inside me, the urge to howl rocked me. The sex wasn’t anything similar to being with the vampire. Shaz and I didn’t join on a metaphysical level. We were all about the carnal wolf and the personal emotion between us.
Shaz’s fangs grazed my shoulder as we developed the perfect rhythm. I gripped his lower back where I could encourage the depths he reached for. My clawed nails easily broke his skin.
Our lovemaking was frenzied but not rushed. We each had a need for the other that quickly took over, and the world outside faded. A series of growls, snarls, and moans filled the silence around us. His breath was hot against my ear as he panted my name. I met each of his thrusts in perfect rhythm as if we’d done this so many times before. Instinct led, and we followed.
I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he bit at my neck and shoulders. When the sensations grew to be too much, when I knew we were hurtling towards a thunderous finish, I braced myself and surrendered as the point of no return claimed me.
My back arched involuntarily, and I grabbed at him as if to pull him closer than he already was. The energy was like a tornado that had us successfully trapped in the center.
We resisted the return to a normal state of being. We lay there panting, wrapped in one another. We were both equally afraid to move and risk breaking the spell. I stroked his sweaty, disheveled hair. Laughing contentedly, I hugged him to me tightly. The tension, which he’d been holding in his shoulders, eased, and he kissed me lovingly. I inhaled the musky scent of sex that filled the room.
Shaz buried his face in my hair and took a deep breath before sighing, “I’m so in love with you.”
My breath caught, and the pinprick of tears assaulted my eyes. I knew how hard the admission was, now, in light of last week.
“Shaz?” My voice was rough, edged with wolf. “I love you .… you know that, don’t you?”
Silently, he nodded. We lay there wrapped in the comfort of each other until the sun began to sink in the western sky.
Chapter Eighteen
After two more vigorous rounds of intense lovemaking and a shower thrown in the mix, I was ready to go hybrid hunting.