“Oh, sweetheart, I have to taste…”
He moved his body, sliding between her thighs. His dark head bent and then his mouth was on her. When he’d kissed her before, she’d thought…The man knows how to use his tongue.
The same thought flashed through her mind again. She didn’t even try to hold back the moan that broke from her. She pushed her sex against him, wanting more, needing to feel the lick of his tongue and the thrust of his fingers. Luke gave her what she wanted—gave her that and so much more with that wicked, talented mouth of his. Her orgasm thundered over her, slamming through her body in a fast wave as she cried out his name.
And he kept tasting her. As she shuddered and her breath heaved, his mouth stayed on her. Aftershocks of pleasure had her sex contracting.
“Luke?”
His head lifted. The shine in his eyes was even brighter.
She was still wearing her bra. He still had on his shirt—unbuttoned, but on—and he was wearing his pants.
That wasn’t going to do. “I want you naked. I want you in me.”
As she watched, hunger flashed on his face. A wild, dark lust and she realized what she’d said. No, no, had she just influenced him? He’d said he would be safe, that he was—
He moved away from her. Stood at the edge of the bed. Stared down at her. “You need to let that fear go.” His voice was so thick and dark. “I’m in control. Nothing bad will happen with me.”
Her heartbeat was still racing too fast. “I thought you said you were the bad thing.”
He dropped his shirt to the floor. His pants followed. He stood there, totally naked and her gaze drank him in. Those wide shoulders. Those rippling muscles. That thick, full cock.
She licked her lips.
“Maybe I’m bad so I can do good things to you.” He moved back onto the bed, putting his knee on the mattress.
She parted her legs, wanting him to thrust deep, wanting that wild rush of pleasure again. She wasn’t thinking about what would come after. After reality came back. After she left his bed. After she left him.
She just wanted this moment. This time.
This man.
He settled between her legs, spreading her thighs even wider. The head of his cock pushed against her, and she was so ready and wet that she knew he’d sink deep into her. But…
He didn’t.
Luke’s hand rose. Carefully, he pulled down the straps of her bra. She lifted up, arching toward him, and he undid the clasp in the back. He pushed the bra to the side of the bed and bent over her, his lips curling around one aching breast. When he licked her, when he sucked her, she bit her lip because it felt so good. She wanted to cry out, to shout his name but…
She knew two shifters were on the island. Shifters with extremely good hearing. This moment wasn’t for them to overhear. It was just for her and Luke.
He kissed a path to her other breast. His cock was still lodged at the entrance to her body. Mina’s legs rose and locked around his hips. She wanted him in. She wanted—
He sank into her, deep and full, thick and so hard. “Luke!” A whisper, a demand.
He pulled back, then drove deep. He licked her breast. Kissed her.
Her sex clamped greedily around him as she held him tight. In and out, deeper, harder, he kept thrusting into her. His head lifted. His gaze held hers. The bed jerked beneath his heavy thrusts. She loved it—loved the way his cock slid over her clit with each hard drive of his body. Her nails raked down his back and she lifted her head up, kissing his chest. His shoulder. When he moved closer to her, she licked the hot skin of his neck, then put her teeth on him, giving him a rough, primitive little nip.
He growled and thrust even harder.
His hands caught hers, and he pinned them to the bed. He was rougher now, slamming into her and her orgasm erupted. The pleasure seemed to go on and on, not a wave—a storm. Hard and strong, catching her and then sweeping right over her. And he was there, thrusting, pumping into her, claiming her, taking every single bit of her—
She felt his climax. The hot release jetted inside of her as his body shuddered and he gripped her even tighter. He was staring at her as the pleasure hit. Mina saw the ecstasy on his face and knew his climax was just as strong as hers.
It had never been that way for her before. Her body was still quaking, still holding so tight to his. Still wanting him.
Slowly, her heartbeat stopped thundering. Sweat slickened their bodies. Her breath didn’t heave any longer and she wet her lips.
He kissed her. Soft. Tender. And—
“That was a nice start,” Luke told her. “How about we go again?”
He was growing thicker within her. Readying again.
Mina smiled at him.
Yes, please.
***
“Why aren’t the bugs working?” Garrick demanded.
Timothy Lang swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “I-I don’t know.”
“You put them in place, correct?”
“All five, yes, yes, I did.”
But they weren’t transmitting. Garrick was getting jack shit.