Bloody Kisses

Soft, came the echo in her mind. Mine.

He pulled her sweater up and over her head, tossing it behind him. She was left in her sodden jeans and bra. One finger ran along the curve of her bra cup, the sensation a tease. She arched her back, her mind crying out, more!

He heard her. He pulled her cup down, releasing her breast. He was overcome by her. Her! It filled her with joy to know her body pleased him this way.

It pleases me very much, was the whisper in her mind.

He unfastened the bra and threw it aside before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue traced the tip, while he held her breast in one hand, plumping it, massaging it. He kept himself propped above her, and she turned toward him, wanting to feel his skin against hers. She shivered, realizing as she pressed her chest against his; he was naked.

She could feel him against her belly, but she wanted him in her hand, so she reached for him, smoothing her hand down his shaft, fingers pressing against the vein running along the underside of his cock.

Edie! his voice cried out, and his hand quickly grasped hers.

“No?” she asked. He held his hand over hers. The heat of him searing into her. They stared at each other until slowly, he let her go. She felt his fingers searching out the button on her jeans, and then, in a flash, he flipped her onto her back and peeled her jeans and panties down her legs.





Chapter Eight





Linc’s mouth watered looking at his mate. She was more lush and lovely than he could have imagined. And she was his. He ran his hands up her thighs, his pale skin contrasting with her gold.

How are you pale when you are outside more than me? he heard her wonder.

Scales, he answered. Natural sunblock.

You were dark when we first met. You looked like a surfer, tan skin and blue eyes.

My skin hasn’t been touched by sunlight since you’ve been gone.

Linc saw her eyes widen, and she opened her mouth to apologize.

No, he told her quickly. No more apologies.

He was distracted by her mouth, his gaze arresting at her lips, and the way she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from speaking. He pulled out that tempting lip with his thumb and kissed it. Her hands skimmed across his back and down. She hesitated, unsure.

I’ve never done this before. Her voice echoed in his mind. I don’t know what to do.

Linc jerked back, staring at her in wonderment. He expected she had been with humans. She was a twenty-six year-old woman. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he felt her question. Would she be able to please him?

You please me, he assured her. Sending her image after image, impression after impression. Her skin beneath his hands, her breast in his mouth, her lips against his. She sucked in a breath, her leg wrapping around his hips to pull him on top of her. She left her legs wide open, and he fit between them as if he was always meant to be there.

He wanted to be inside her, skin-to-skin. They would be one, the final step in their mating dance. I want to…

Yes, was her answer, but on the heels of her answer came a question. Protection?

He imagined a child like her, inquisitive and short-tempered, and answered, Please. I would like a daughter just like you.

She smiled against his lips, but she didn’t believe him.

He pulled away. “Truly, Edie. It is all I could hope for to have a child with you.”

“I never imagined myself a mother.” She bit her lip again, looking up at him shyly. “But with you, to have a family? I couldn’t imagine anything better.”

She opened her legs wider, and he slipped between the cleft in her legs. She was wet and warm, and she moaned as he slid himself along her folds. Her hands glided along his back to grip his ass. He rocked himself back and forth and then reached between them, circling her clit with his thumb. A shudder went through her, along with a sizzle of arousal that made her hips jerk in time with his thumb.

Does this feel good?

Her answer was to moan and reach between them, holding him steady. He opened his eyes, meeting her wide brown stare. With a slow thrust, he let the mushroomed tip of his cock breach her channel. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and he was slammed with her sensations. He never believed anything could feel this incredible. How did mates survive this? Not only could he feel his own pleasure, but hers. It brought him closer to the edge than he liked—he wanted this to last forever.

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