Beauty in Spring (Beauty #1)(19)

Now I moan his name as I press back against him. “Gideon.”

Relentlessly he continues, taking his pleasure in the taste of my pussy and forcing my pleasure from me, his rough tongue flicking at my clit until I’m fisting my hands in the grass and crying out in delirious ecstasy, then rhythmically thrusting his tongue past my entrance as if to gather all of the honey from my convulsing inner walls. And with Gideon, I could push away him when it became too much, when the pleasure was too acute, but now the clawed hands hold me tighter and draw orgasm after orgasm from my body, pulling me taut across a rack of pleasure, until I simply give out and collapse onto my stomach in the grass, too utterly wrecked to support my own weight on my knees.

But he has not finished. The grip on my hips tightens and lifts me up again, higher, and I feel the hot, thick press of his massive cock against my virgin entrance.

And that is just not going to work.

Though he tries, steadily increasing the pressure, trying to push his way in—then we both groan when his enormous length slips forward through my drenched folds, riding across oversensitive bud of my clit.

Despite my body’s exhaustion, my pussy clenches greedily, aching for more, aching to be filled. Panting into the fragrant grass beneath my cheek, I rock my hips back against him, and realize that I’d forgotten the other part of this. Because it wasn’t simply allowing him the use of my cunt—I was to do it with love.

So as he fits the thick head of his cock to my entrance again, growling in deepening frustration, I softly breathe the words that have always lived in my heart.

“I love you, Gideon.”





4





Gideon




I love you, Gideon.

All at once, I sense everything. The ragged pass of Cora’s breath between her trembling lips. The scalding pleasure of her cunt against the tip of my cock. The flex of her hips beneath my hands, the softness of her skin dimpling against my claws. The sweet scent of her arousal filling my lungs and her delicious flavor lingering upon my tongue.

Her cheek is pillowed against the grass, her hands fisted as she softly pants. Her hair is a pale tangle, her spine a long, elegant line leading to the beautiful swell of her ass. Against the soft pink flesh of her pussy, my painfully throbbing cock is slick with her honey and my pre-cum, and looks like the size of a battering ram.

I’m wearing the wrong skin. The hunter’s skin. The protector’s skin.

I shed my beast form as easily as I would a shirt. No cracking of bone and agonizing shear of flesh. I don’t know why the difference. But I know it’s right.

As right as the way Cora feels against me.

Her pussy glistens with need, the pink flesh still swollen with arousal after my endless feast. Fisting my cock, I glide the thick crown the length of her slit, yearning to breach her virgin entrance and finally claim her. But not yet.

Bending over her, I press a kiss to the nape of her neck. “My beautiful Cora.”

Her eyes fly open and energy surges through her languid form. Pushing up on her elbows, she looks back over her shoulder, a trembling smile on her lips. “Gideon?”

In answer I sit back on my heels and draw her up against my chest until she’s straddling my thighs. Angling my head, I capture her mouth with mine. Eagerly she returns my kiss, her eyes swimming with tears, her joy so sweet that I can taste it, smell it.

Her love so deep that it’s given me everything. Yet if I take her now, she will give me even more.

Releasing her lips, I press a kiss to the side of her neck. “The perfume of your arousal is ripe and fertile, Cora. If I come inside you tonight, the bond between us will be stronger than any golden chain, because you will carry my child.”

Her breath shudders, and she rolls her hips back against my stiffened cock, as if already seeking my seed. “Yes. Do it.”

As she demands. Bending her forward, I brace my left hand on the ground as my right locks her against me, my forearm angling up between her breasts and my fingers lightly clasping her throat, my thumb nestled in the hollow of her jaw.

Mounting her now. An hour ago, I would have blamed the beast within me. But there is only me. There’s only ever been me. The beast and I were never any different.

And I am finally claiming my bride.

She gasps when my burning erection lodges against her slick entrance, then moans, biting her lip as her untried flesh stretches to accept the broad head of my cock, her velvet inner walls giving way beneath the unyielding pressure. Groaning with pleasure, I thrust deeper, the faint copper scent of her virginity mixing with the heady fragrance of her nectar. Sweetly she cries out as I bury my full length deep inside the voluptuous clasp of her sheath, her back arching, her hips rising as if to escape.

Then sliding back down, taking all of me again, her slippery juices easing the way.

The pulse in her throat races against my palm. Reaching back, she grasps a fistful of my hair. “Harder now,” she moans. “I want all of you, Gideon.”

She will have me.

With a thick growl, I surge my hips forward. She cries out again in helpless ecstasy, her pussy gripping every thick inch of my cock. I fill her again and again, and her cries become frantic pleas as I ruthlessly use her cunt for my pleasure…and hers. Her wetness drips between her thighs, my shaft glistening with her honey, and when she comes on a scream, her inner walls clamping down on the thickness of my erection, I can’t hold back anymore. With a guttural roar, I bury my cock deep, my hot cum spurting into her clenching sheath, filling her with a molten flood of seed.