“Don’t, Vanquish.” He sat up to untuck my arms and flatten them to my sides. Hungrily taking in the sight of my breasts.
“Call me, Van. Everyone else does.” His eyes roved the shape of my breasts and the color and shape of my small nipples which hardened under his gaze. Feeling like he was touching me already.
I memorized a knothole on the wall instead of responding to him. Knowing that between my thighs was already dampening with my heat. Making me slick for him.
And knowing he could smell it.
His telltale sniff in the air and then the yellowing of his eyes as they fell back on me told me that he’d just caught the whiff.
Damn my female scent.
He studied my face before tilting his head and softly querying. “Why do you always look away from me?”
I gave him a pained expression. “Because you’re usually hurting me or trying to make me miserable.”
“We’re not trying to make you miserable. We’re just eager to have you. We can’t ever get enough.” He explained.
He scooped the outer edges of my breasts and I grimaced because it was what Hunter usually did before thrusting into my cleavage.
“Stop it.” He grunted. “I’m not hurting you, now, am I?”
It was true. He was kneading my breasts in a methodical way that was rather pleasant. Thumbing my nipples in leisurely circles.
“What are you going to do to me, Vanquish?”
“Van.” He corrected. “Take you. Mount you. Fill you.”
All the things I don’t want to hear right now.
“Please go away.” I covered my face with my hands.
Growling in aggravation he peeled them away. “Listen to
me. This will go much quicker if you do.”
I nodded.
He spread out over me. Pushing his feet between mine to part them. Then landing between my thighs. “You’re so comfortable. Your whole body is soft.”
Why does that matter?
“It’s because I can’t hunt.”
“No one cares you can’t hunt. We keep you fed, don’t we?”
It's true.
“I’ve never gone hungry.” I admitted.
“Well don’t leave us hungry under the Mating Moon.” He said softly. Nodding upward as he positioned himself. His hips delving into my thighs.
Terror overtook me. And I was trembling.
“Breathe.” He directed.
I looked at him and for once he wasn’t so darkly intimidating and ice cold. He looked almost...Human. Sympathetic.
I drew a quaking breath.
And he thrust into me. Pausing a bit of the way in. “You are untouched. I feared that.”
I chewed my cheek.
“Bite me here.” He reached across his chest to pat his right shoulder. “To combat the pain.”
His body was superheated. Well-muscled. His skin was shining in the morning light dancing in through my window. A sun-kissed brown gold. I could feel every inch of his flesh pressed to mine.
“I won’t mark you.” I whispered.
“I didn’t ask you to. I said you could bite me when there’s pain.” He dropped his weight back over me and turned his head sideways to look at me. “Bite.”
Before I’d even fully registered what he’d said he flexed
his ass and sent his shaft piercing into me.
I felt something shudder and snap. I yelped and sunk my teeth into his shoulder.
He paused to wait for the pain to subside.
My walls sucked on him as if trying to tug him in more
deeply. I felt them flexing, stretching.
And I felt like I couldn’t breathe with him inside me. It felt like his cock laid along the inside of my spine. Prepared to penetrate beyond what was possible.
I slumped back and stared at him in shock.
“We have to be quiet, or you’ll summon the boys before we’re ready.”
He covered my mouth and looked to the window. Arching his back to lurch more deeply into me. Probing my core and slipping out before fully embedding again.
I gasped beneath his hand.
He palmed my lips more firmly and waited.
But when no one came through the window, he looked back down at me. “You’re stretching. I can feel you. You’re made for this. You’ll be okay if you just breathe and relax.”
I nodded. Blowing steady breaths through my nose. Easing the heavy pressure of him lodged inside me.
He just sat there but even like that I felt his length filling me completely. I could feel the tip of him against something incredibly sensitive lying inside. And the side walls which fisted around him.
He pushed into the cushion of my body, against
every angle. He growled and shifted his hips slightly. Snarling in his throat.
“What? What is it?”
“I’m trying not to pierce you and just rut you. But you feel so fucking tight like a fist gripping me.” He pulled out inch by inch. “Your body doesn’t want to release.”
I looked at him. Feeling emotions pouring over my face. Feeling like there was no way to hide my vulnerabilities with him plugged into my very soul.
“And fuck me, if I don’t want to stay here forever.” He moaned.
But my body clung to him. Trying to pull him back in.
Fighting to keep him.