She erupted, her core clamping down on me tight, her face buried in a cushion to muffle her screams. Grinding herself against me in wild abandonment, she whimpered.
That was my cue. Curling around her, I cupped her jaw, pulling her back for a long, languid kiss. “Hold on,” I whispered, then let go, rocking into her in plunging strokes, her hot, tight pussy caressing every inch of me, right down to my balls. The familiar tingling started, rocketing up through me. I locked my legs at the knee, the tingling becoming a throbbing as hot come spurted from me in pulsating jets, dragging with it a hoarse roar of climax.
Kara stiffened beneath me, the bond echoing and wringing yet another orgasm from her lips, her hips bucking as she moaned deep and low.
I half collapsed onto her, careful to brace myself on one arm. Our skin slid together, slick with sweat and burning hot. “Thank you,” I whispered, nuzzling her hair out of the way to kiss her neck. I’d never put it into words, but she had to know—she’d become my rock, my anchor in a messed up world. Without her, I would be lost.
Together, we crumpled onto the couch, curling around each other in a tangle of arms and legs. Pulling her head onto my chest, I traced a finger down her arm, riding the aftershocks that echoed through the bond.
Her lips curved up as she let out a loud, heartfelt sigh. “I still can’t believe it’s this good—you and me. I never knew it could be like this,” she murmured while petting my chest, her hand following the sweeping line of my pecs.
“And now?”
“I know I should feel guilty, being this happy when… But I can’t.”
“And you shouldn’t. We’re in love; it’s that simple.” And to me, it was. I had waited so long to find her. I damn well wasn’t going to let anything stop us from being happy. “Our love is about you and me—no one else. Why can’t you be happy and sad at the same time? It doesn’t make either emotion any less valid.”
She blinked at me, her eyes suspiciously watery. “When did you get to be so wise? And don’t give me some bullshit about it being an Alpha power.”
I choked back a startled laugh. “Maybe I was inspired,” I quipped, ducking my head as she took a halfhearted swipe at me.
She pursed her lips, and I couldn’t resist stealing another kiss. “By you, silly. I’m angry and worried and stressed by everything, but at the same time, I’m also grateful and happy and as goddamn horny as a teenage pup!”
“Horny, huh?” she murmured, her hand snaking down my stomach. “How about we up the stakes?”
Her hand wrapped around my cock, sliding down in a languid stroke.
“What are you thinking?” My hips jerked and I bit the inside of my cheek, stifling the urge to groan.
“I’m thinking that three rounds might not have been enough practice, and maybe we should go for four…”
My cock hardened at the thought. “Or five?”
“Or six—” Her words were lost on a shriek as I rolled on top of her, covering her mouth with mine.
Practice makes perfect, after all.
From the Author
Thank you for reading A Sparring Distraction! Why not read James & Kara’s story and find out how they got their happy-ever-after in Promised? Kara is scared and on the run from her old pack, all she’s ever wanted is her freedom. She definitely doesn’t need another man telling her what to do! Will James's dominance scare her away...or will she learn that with the right man, true freedom lies in surrender?
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Blood Kiss
When a kiss isn't just a kiss...
by Cristina Rayne
A bonus scene to Blood Escort
Part of the Tales from the Vampire Underground series
About this scene
Abby knows that she shouldn’t test Isaac’s control whenever their activities include him sinking his fangs in her. His first bite was reminder enough, but a comment from another vampire about how amazing a Blood Kiss must be for a human during sex makes her think it just might be worth the risk. The problem is convincing Isaac of the same.
Blood Kiss
A bonus scene to Blood Escort
From the wary look Isaac suddenly directed at her as she entered his apartment, Abby knew that the game was up. What had given her away? She hadn’t dressed any differently tonight, just the usual jeans and simple blouse she often wore to class. Was her smile a little too bright? Nervous, maybe? Could he see it in her eyes or her body language?
Her eyes narrowed. Or—could he read her mind after all even though he had sworn up and down that he couldn’t?
“Just tell me,” he said before she could speak.
“Who says I was going to tell you anything particularly special?” Abby replied defensively.