Mine.
The thought flashed through his mind, and for a moment he went blank. No way was she his. But she felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock. Tight and wet and hot as hell. For a second he savored the feeling, and then he started moving inside her. He pulled almost all the way out then slid back in, the friction delicious, and already his orgasm was building at the base of his spine, flooding his balls with sensation. With the next stroke, he ground his hips against her clit, and again on the one after that, until she was writhing beneath him.
Her head fell back, and she screamed again. He stared down into her face as he came. Her eyes were wide open, and he went still as he saw the whirling crimson sparks in their depths. “Holy shit.” But the shock of seeing the demon flash in her eyes wasn’t enough to stop him. Need clawed at his spine as he pumped into her, spilling himself inside her.
As the residual ripples of pleasure shivered through him, he rolled onto his side, pulling her against him.
She wriggled closer. “Thank you.”
He pushed his worries aside—he’d talk to someone about the whole demon thing, but later. Right now he had a naked woman in his arms and a job to do.
To try and convince her that she really wanted to spend more time with him. That once was nowhere near enough.
Chapter Six
Nothing had ever felt this good.
Every inch of her body tingled, her skin so sensitive. As she rubbed up against him, pleasure shot down her nerves, sizzled in her blood. It was as though a new sense had awoken inside her. As her release had broken over her, something had changed, like a door unlocking, flooding her with heat and power.
Was that normal? Was it always like this?
Somehow she didn’t think so.
But maybe she wasn’t thinking straight because Carl was nuzzling her neck, his lips soft against her throat, then nibbling with his teeth, sharp little bites that sent shocks shivering down her body to settle in her groin. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she straddled his hips, her sex pressing against his hair-roughened belly, and she wriggled and sighed as pleasure shot through her. She liked this position, and she could already feel him hot and hard beneath her. Shifting so she hovered above him, she slid her hand between them and gripped him in her palm. Her fingers wrapped around him as she positioned him at the entrance to her body and then slowly impaled herself on the long, hard length of him.
She watched his face—his eyes darkening, his nostrils flaring as his hands moved to grip her hips and grind her down onto him, and then upward to cup her breasts and tease her nipples while she adjusted to the size of him.
This time they made love achingly slow. She lifted herself up, almost withdrawing, then leisurely pushed down until he filled her totally. He urged her closer so he could lick and kiss her breasts, and wave after wave of heat flowed through her blood, heating her skin, blazing down her nerve endings. Finally, he grasped her hips and changed the angle so each stroke pressed her clit against him. Part of her didn’t want to come, didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to return to real life and the decision she knew she had to make. But the pleasure was building and building until, unable to hold it back, she burst into a thousand sparkling pieces.
This time she was ready for the flick of power as she came hard. For a second her vision tinged with crimson, then she blinked and it was gone. She sensed Carl reach his own release, his spine arching, his expression fierce as he came inside her.
She collapsed onto his sweat-soaked chest, breathing in the musky scent of him, listening to the heavy beat of his heart as it slowed. Finally, she lifted her head. He was so beautiful her heart ached. How could she ever let this go?
But he wasn’t hers. He was here to do a job, nothing more.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his gaze searching her face.
Was she? She wasn’t sure. She searched inside herself and came up with something safe to say. “I’m hungry.” Actually, she was ravenous. She wanted a nice big juicy steak with the blood running. Or maybe she could shift, go catch something, bite into it, and let the warm blood fill her belly. Would Carl think that was weird? He was a werewolf, after all.
“Let’s go feed you, then.” He sat up, still inside her, and she winced slightly as he pulled free. Would she ever feel that again? Not only the pleasure, but the connection she’d never experienced with another.
Not if she followed through with her plan to leave.
Her clothes lay scattered around them, and she pulled them on as he dressed in silence behind her.
The drive back was bittersweet. She loved the feel of him in her arms, pressed up between her thighs. Resting her head against his back, she closed her eyes and let the wind blow through her hair.