He sucked on her clit, hungry and throbbing, aching to release. Dom knew if he came inside her pussy, Eric would tear him a new one. But there were other ways to play.
Chapter Fifteen
Vicki eased up on Dom’s hair and ran her fingers through it in a caress that made him shiver. Ravagers loved physical contact, and they especially loved being petted.
He groaned and sucked harder, thrusting a finger inside her tight sheath.
She cried out his name, so he added another finger, widening her. She’d need to adapt quickly to sate Prime, which made him wonder…
He withdrew his fingers, now slick with her cream, and rimmed her asshole with it.
She didn’t protest, but he felt her tense all the same.
“Never been taken here, eh?” he asked as he kissed the slick folds of her sex.
He didn’t push. There would be time enough for that later. Now he needed to come.
Dom kissed her once more then laid next to her. “Get up, on your hands and knees, and turn around.” A sixty-nine would satisfy them both.
“I think—”
“Don’t think. Just do,” he growled and yanked her on top of him. “I’m gonna come inside you one way or the other. That hot mouth or that tight, virgin ass? Your choice.”
Her eyes brightened with anger and more than a hint of lust. She wanted him, as badly as he wanted her. To punish him, she sealed their mouths together, aggressive as she dominated the kiss. The challenge wasn’t lost on Dom, and it only increased his need to handle her.
“You can’t do this to Prime,” he managed when she ran her mouth over his neck. She bit him hard and rubbed against his cock with a snaking insistence. He groaned and concentrated on not coming. “You little witch, turn around.”
He thrust his tongue in her mouth and delved between her legs with a seeking finger that found her clit and stayed there. She writhed against him, seeking ease from the same build-up growing inside him. The passion flared hot between them, a prelude to what she’d be like between him and his prime, finally filling that restlessness that had plagued Eric for too long.
Dom tore his mouth free. “Turn the fuck around.”
She didn’t argue, and in seconds he stared up at a wet, hot pussy. He drew her hips down and latched onto her clit at the same time she engulfed his cock.
Intense didn’t describe the feelings coursing through him. Excitement, a rising need, and an unfathomable tie to this human woman confounded his guer, even as it dared his warrior’s spirit to tangle with her.
Dom was aware of his growling, of her moans and gasps of pleasure. Only Vicki mattered now.
He thrust a finger inside her as he licked and sucked with desperation. Needing to consume her, he increased the pressure over her clit as the fire burning him from the inside out spiraled through his balls and upward.
She fondled his sac and stroked the base of his shaft as she devoured him. The heat was indescribable as he tensed and finally poured himself into her. With his teeth now fully lengthened, he scraped one across her clit and shot her into an orgasm as well.
How the vixen had outlasted him, he didn’t know, but he continued to come as she gulped him down in greedy swallows, stirred by her own powerful release.
When their shudders stopped, they let go of each other. Vicki turned around and straddled his waist. Her breasts heaved, and her tight nipples stood at attention, so flushed and pretty under his regard.
There’s no question. She’s the one. His guer settled as Vicki stroked him first with her gaze and then with her hands. The need to protect, to cherish, settled over him. Like most Ravager females needing to claim their males, Vicki’s guer had attracted the beginning of a pack—him. Oh hell, Eric was going to just love this. But right now, Dom couldn’t dwell on his prime’s reactions. His female was stroking him, showing her pleasure. He basked in it.
She ran her fingers over his sculpted chest, his shoulders and his upper arms. “You’re so strong. All of you are big, but you and Eric, you’re so…”
“He’s Prime. I’m his guard. The strongest lead,” he explained in a husky voice.
“Jesse and Logan? Kate and Diana? What about them?”
Dom closed his eyes in sheer bliss. She’d begun petting his hair again, sliding strands of it through her fingers.
“Dom?”
He blinked. “Our guer, the fierce spirit inside of us, can sense compatibility. Jesse and Logan fit Prime, for now.” But not for much longer.
“And the females?”
Was it his imagination, or did she seem a bit jealous? He made a note to mention it to Eric. “Kate and Diana are with us because we can keep them safe. Eric knows this, but he needed a reason to take them on. The females haven’t claimed mates yet, and they’ve never had sex within their pack.”
She nodded, seeming completely at ease while having a conversation with him naked. Most humans, in his experience, had a sense of overrated modesty, a self-consciousness about the human form. But not his Vicki.
He grinned.
“What are you smiling at?” She smiled back.
“Those pretty tits,” he grumbled. “Lean closer so I can taste.”
She lowered herself and sighed with pleasure when Dom sucked both peaks. “I’m only letting you get what you want because you gave me one hell of an orgasm. And they’re breasts, not tits.”
“Hmm.” He didn’t care. He’d grown hard again. He wanted more.
“Oh no,” she said and scrambled off him. “You took advantage once. Not again.”
She delighted him. He could smell her need, could feel it in the trembling bonds slowly forming between them. Even so, she fought. A fitting mate.
“You know, you need to get used to fucking whenever you want it. There’s no shame in expressing a connection physically.”
She blushed. “Yeah, well. I have male friends, but I don’t screw any of them as a way of saying hello.”
“Good. Because any male other than Prime or me is now off-limits.”
Vicki glared. “Hold that thought. I’m going to shower, dress—in my own clothes you’re going to get for me from Logan—then explain to you how incredibly wrong you really are. And it’s been an hour,” she said with a sniff. “I’m still waiting for my apology.”
Dom watched her flounce into the adjoining bathroom and slam the door. She’d dismissed him. Dominic Savage, guard to the Ravager Prime, ignored by a human female. He laughed at the absurdness of it and was still chuckling when he tossed her a set of clothing through the door, deliberately holding off on a bra. Logan had put her things in Eric’s armoire, where they belonged.
Vicki left the bathroom fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a soft blue t-shirt. “Well?”
“Well, what?” he asked.
“Aren’t you going to clean up?”
He stood, pleased when her gaze immediately sought his thick erection. “I’d rather you licked me clean.”
An answering heat darkened her eyes. “I’ll, ah, wait for you.” She moved to the other side of the bed and sat in a stuffed leather chair. “Now hurry up.”
Stubborn to the last. He shook his head. “That’s right. Wait for me right here.” His order, not her decision. “There are some things we need to discuss. And Vicki? If I come out and you’re not here…”