But his patience was too damn close to running into the negative. And this time he wasn’t chancing making a mistake.
Shayla gasped as her back bumped into the cold metal, which he imagined got colder as he pushed the robe the rest of the way off her arms.
“Arms up and grasp onto the post.”
Breathing harder, she responded immediately and the pose perfected her posture and lifted her breasts.
“Yes. Yes, Shayla. Beautiful.” He hummed in appreciation and pulled the belt off his robe, then shrugged out of it altogether.
Desire and need drew a low growl from his chest as he reached up with the silk tie. Seconds later her hands were secured to the bedpost above her head.
Kael ran his nose up her cheek to her ear and inhaled deeply. “I don’t want to drink from you just yet—” He licked the shell of her ear “—so we’re going to keep your hands up there where they won’t be able to urge me to do something I’m not ready to do.”
He nipped her earlobe and she rubbed her cheek against the scruff on his jaw. The intimacy of the small gesture tugged at something inside him, something that had been dormant for so damn long. He leaned back to find her gaze intense and aroused, her teeth biting her bottom lip.
He narrowed his eyes at the sight. “And so long as I can’t bite you, no biting yourself.” His thumb pulled the plump skin free of her teeth then rubbed across it. He couldn’t begin to allow himself to imagine her doing the biting. “Fuck.”
Now that she was so exposed to him, he took full advantage of what he wanted to do: worship her. Prove to her that he could be good to her and do right by her.
He started by caressing her breasts which he’d admired so greedily all night. They filled his hands with warm weight and he licked and kissed and suckled her pebbled nipples deep into his mouth. He worked back and forth between them, his fingers massaging and tugging the mound his lips weren’t worshipping. She moaned and pushed herself further into his mouth and squeezed her thighs together.
Good. He wanted her as ravenous for him as he was for her.
Kael smiled at her squirming and dropped to his knees. Giving no warning, he pulled Shayla’s legs out from under her and lifted them over his shoulders until her thighs rested on them. Her gasp of surprise morphed into a guttural cry when he anchored his mouth against her swollen, wet lips. He sucked and licked and penetrated her with his tongue. Her juices flooded his senses and coated his throat, taking the worst of the edge off his demanding thirst, but it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough, with her.
Shayla whimpered and pleaded between cries and moans. “Kael,” she rasped, igniting a wave of his own pleasure at her free use of his name. “Ka—” His name trailed off into a throaty scream as her orgasm exploded around his mouth and radiated through the rest of her body in a series of muscle spasms. Her euphoria was magnificent.
“More, Shayla. Again.” Making sure her sensitive flesh was well coated with his soothing saliva, he nicked her swollen lip with his fang. She screamed and bucked when he surrounded the cut and her clit with his lips and sucked her flesh and blood over and over again.
Kael’s body was in heaven and hell.
His cock swelled and leaked against his thighs. His sac, high and tight, ached for release. But her taste was so fucking rich and luscious—and, Christ Almighty, her blood was thick and warm and totally life-giving—he couldn’t give any of it up without at least one more fast flow of her cream down his throat. And he wanted her delirious and boneless with pleasure.
Her keening and clenching muscles told him when she was on the verge. “No, no. I…I can’t. No more. Mmm, Kael…oh, God, don’t stop—”
Her babbling cut off abruptly as her orgasm stole her breath. Her thighs squeezed his face and her whole body thrashed. Kael supported her entire weight to insure the restraints didn’t harm her wrists or shoulders. But her ecstasy was glorious and unleashed a raw feeling of masculine pride in his chest. He devoured every bit of her release, relished her sweet taste, her complete submission to his will.
And what he willed was her pleasure. Tonight. Forever.
When Shayla’s body calmed, she sagged against him. Kael eased out from under her, rose and, with a quick flick of his wrist, removed the bonds. She collapsed into his arms, her movements so fluid someone seeing her might’ve thought her drunk.
“Shh, dearheart. I have you.”
She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. Competing reactions erupted. The gesture was sweet and comforting, and tugged at his heart. But the proximity of her mouth to his throat also spiked his arousal as it conjured imaginings of her opening her mouth, drinking.
Taking him into her.
Sucking in a breath that failed to calm, Kael lifted Shayla into his arms and gently laid her atop his tartan robes on the bed.
And damn if she didn’t look like that was right where she belonged.
Shayla blinked her eyes open and found herself sprawled out on the bed. Her arm brushed something soft and comfortable, and she recalled Kael spreading out his robes. She stretched and fought the urge to curl up and snuggle into them. His scent lingered all around her.
Kael.
She turned her head and found him. His hard body pressed against the length of her side. A light sheen of sweat covered his brow and his tongue dragged over his bottom lip like he was tasting her there. A passing thought urged embarrassment, but she was too blissed-out to feel anything but gratitude and contentment, especially when he looked at her with such hunger.
Teasing, dragging fingers caressed her from throat to pubis. His voice was rough, raspy, full of gravel. “Are you ready for more, Shayla? I don’t mean to rush you, but I—”
She reached out and pressed three fingers against his full lips. “Don’t even think of apologizing for needing me.”
He hitched an eyebrow and kissed her fingers, then pulled them away. “Was that a command, milady?”
She blushed. “Take it how you will.” She bit her bottom lip to restrain the smile threatening to erupt.
He growled. “What did I tell you about biting yourself?”
The animalistic sound, tension in his voice, and flashing gold behind his dilated eyes thrilled her and reawakened her body. “Well, someone ought to,” she whispered.
It was quite possibly the most brazen thing she’d ever said. And she didn’t regret it one bit. Not when his mouth dropped open and his fangs elongated. She squeaked as he easily pushed her further up on the bed and crawled between her thighs.
“Just someone, Shayla? Anyone?” He braced himself with one arm while his other hand rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds.
The sensations left her dizzy and breathless. “You.”
“Say it again,” he growled. His muscles trembled and his eyes nearly glowed.
Her heart thundered against her breastbone, deep need making her crave his body in hers. She almost couldn’t hold herself still the urge was so intense. “You. I’m yours.”
“Your body?” He pushed the thick head of his cock into her wet pussy and stilled.
She groaned and looked down between them. The erotic vision of his shaft entering her body made her core clench. He bit out a curse in what sounded like ancient Gaelic. Her gaze flew to his. “My body is yours.”