Excitement pooled in her stomach. She was hot and frantic for release. Her body screamed out for his, holding its breath in an agonizing anticipation that she couldn’t bear much longer. And every swipe of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth, and every proprietary squeeze of his hands only made it that much worse.
She slapped the mattress. “Dammit, Tanner, I think it’s safe to say that the time for exploring is over!” She might have sounded a lot more imperious if her voice hadn’t cracked.
He looked up from where he’d been licking the delicate swirly tattoo that circled her navel piercing. “What do you need, kitten? Tell me.”
Well, obviously she needed something inside her. His fingers, his tongue, his cock—any would do fine, she wasn’t fussed.
“Not fussed, huh?”
Wait, she’d said all that out loud?
Her lips parted as he plunged two thick fingers into her pussy.
He put his mouth to her ear and nipped the lobe. “This isn’t going to be a slow finger-fuck, baby. I’m going to pound your pussy with my fingers until you come hard all over my hand.”
Those fingers didn’t give her an inch of mercy. They drove into her hard and fast. And when he curved his fingers just right and stroked that sweet spot inside her, she did exactly as he’d said she would—she came hard all over his hand.
“Good girl.”
She lay there with her eyes closed, panting and trembling … until he curled his hands around her thighs and pulled them further apart.
“I didn’t get to taste you last time,” he said, settling himself comfortably between her thighs. Using his thumbs, he parted her folds, and she shivered as the cool air whispered over her clit. A full body flush swept over her skin as he stared at her pussy, his eyes darkening with hunger, intent, and sheer male possession.
He inhaled deeply, and a growl rumbled out of him. “Fuck, you smell good.” He licked at the crease of her thigh. “I’m gonna enjoy this.”
Instead of delving right in, he nuzzled her folds and gently nipped at them. And she sensed he wasn’t one of those guys who did the bare minimum to get a girl off. No, he was one of those rare gems who settled in and took his time. Damn, he was racking up points by the minute.
Her eyelids fell shut as he fluttered his tongue through her slit. His low growl sent a little shiver up her spine, and then he feasted. Lazily lapped, sipped, stabbed, and drank from her—in no rush whatsoever. That fabulous tongue lashed at and swirled around her clit, first one way then the other.
The whole time, he watched her closely, taking in what made her squirm or moan or gasp, and then he did those things all the more; always alternating between fast and slow, keeping her off-balance.
Her body was in chaos, both inside and out. Feel-good chemicals flooded her. Desperation pumped through her veins. Her pussy blazed and throbbed.
Moaning, she sank into the mattress when the flat of his tongue started rubbing up and down her clit. He was ruthless. Unrelenting. His teeth nipped, his tongue tasted, his fingers traced and probed. And when he started pumping his tongue inside her while growling in the back of his throat, there wasn’t a hope in hell that she could last.
Her breaths quickened, her hips bucked, her thighs shook. And then she was coming with a choked moan, her back bowed, her pussy quaking around his tongue.
She slumped. Damn, the fucker was good with that mouth. Struggling to catch her breath, she—
Sharp teeth dug into her inner thigh, breaking the skin, and she hissed at the sting. “Enough with the biting.”
He looked at her, his lips glistening. “I want my venom inside you. I want to be in your blood.” He eased his powerful body over hers, giving her his weight, making her feel trapped yet safe. So full and long and hard, his cock pulsed against her clit. “Just like you’re in mine.”
Devon wrapped her legs around him and went to grab his solid shoulders, but he caught her wrists and then pinned them above her head with one hand. She wasn’t gonna lie, it totally pushed her buttons. Her back arched as he swiped the head of his cock between her folds and aligned it just right. But he didn’t sink inside. “Tanner …”
His gaze dropped to her lips. “I want to feel that mouth on my cock. Want to come all the way down your throat. You’ll give me that—don’t say you won’t.” He flexed his hips forward, pressing the thick head of his dick a mere inch inside her. He nipped at her lower lip. “Open for me.”
She did, and he all but ravaged her mouth—licking, kissing, biting. He took and took, owning her mouth just as he’d told her he would. But he didn’t thrust inside her. Not even when she squirmed or clenched her inner walls around what little she had of him.
She hissed, out of patience. “I’m really not into delayed gratification, pooch, in case you hadn’t already noticed.”
“What do you need, kitten? Tell me.”
“I need you to fuck me.” Devon sucked in a breath as his fat cock slammed home, sinking so deep it hurt, stretching the walls of her pussy until it burned.
Tanner ground his teeth as her slick, inferno hot inner muscles clamped around him. His cock throbbed with an almost vicious drive to possess and claim. “I told you you’d give this pussy back to me, didn’t I?” He slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside her. “You won’t keep it from me again.” And then he did what he’d been aching to do since he first saw her—he fucked her hard, deep, rough enough to hurt.
He kept her wrists pressed into the mattress as he pounded into her, his eyes never leaving hers. A fevered haze was threatening to fall over his vision, and he was barely holding onto his control. How could any red-blooded male cling to their control when they had the object of their fantasies beneath them, accepting every hard thrust of their cock?
With the taste of her pussy in his mouth, her intoxicating scent filling his lungs, and her blazing hot pussy clutching him so tight, it felt like his senses were drowning in her. He knew he’d never forget the image of her there—her curls fanned around her face, her eyes glossy with need, her lips swollen from his kisses.
“You won’t let anyone else near my pussy, will you, baby?”
“Yours?” She snorted. Snorted.
He pulled on her wrists, letting her feel the strain in her shoulders, knowing she liked the bite of pain. “It’s mine for as long as you’re in my bed.”
“Deluding yourself again? How sad.”
He slowed, eased up on the depth and intensity of his thrusts. “I’m serious, Devon, I won’t share you. Tell me you get that.”
She sighed. “Can you quit with the chatting and fuck me?”
Devon knew she’d made a mistake when a very inhuman growl vibrated in his chest and his eyes bled to black. A chill breezed over her skin as the room temperature lowered … and she found herself the focus of his demon’s dark, reptilian glare. Shit.
Her feline pushed close to the surface and watched it carefully, but not with fear—it trusted that the hound wouldn’t harm Devon. Yeah? She wasn’t so confident of that. There was something exceedingly dangerous glimmering in the depths of those eyes. A callousness that no one in their right mind would want directed at them.
Another growl shook its chest, and then it … nuzzled her neck. Which would have been a relief if its teeth weren’t now so close to her jugular.