The Way You Bite(35)

He was lost.

Breath strangled in his lungs when she moaned at his touch. He pulled up her shirt and latched onto a pink tip.

With an unexpected push, she jumped away from him. She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her jeans and panties. He was too close to climax to get completely undressed. He unzipped and shrugged down his pants.

He pulled her half-naked form toward him. When the intoxicating fragrance of her arousal hit his nostrils, something possessive clicked in his brain. His tongue swept into her mouth.

Her exquisite taste made him need more. He wanted to taste all of her. He moved his mouth down her neck again, nipping along the way. A growl worked itself from deep in his throat. He was so close, so very close to the edge of losing it.

“Leave. I can’t resist the lure of you in heat. Get out of here before I do something that neither of us may survive or ever recover from.”

“Touch me,” she whispered, “I need you.” Hard and fast. Don’t make me wait.

Lexan heard her wish. Apparently, he’d discovered her mental wavelength. He dropped his head into the hollow of her neck. His hand drifted off her hips to dip between her thighs, finding her slick. “Tell me you want only me. This isn’t for anyone else.”

“This is only for you.”

He lifted her into his lap. A hiss escaped him as her heat burned him, slowly enveloping. She was so tight and so hot around him. Sweat broke out across his shoulders and ran down his spine. She tossed on him, bucking and writhing, demanding he move. The sensation was intense, almost too much.

“Lexan—” Her plea was a hard gasp as her nails dug into his shoulder.

Gritting his teeth, he fought to control the pleasure of the friction and her wildness.

He rolled her beneath him. She locked her legs around him and gripped hard onto his biceps as he pistoned. The animal in him consumed him, mindless with the pleasure frenzy. He fought for control, not wanting to hurt her.

“I need more,” she begged.

He stretched her shirt off her shoulder and bit. Her core spasmed and gripped him hard. At that moment, she bit his neck.

A climax like nothing in his life detonated through him.





Chapter Twelve


Lexan had marked her. He ran his thumb over the bite on her shoulder. He’d never marked a female as his in his life. Not even when he’d been married for a quarter century. Not when he’d been infatuated as a youth with a very beautiful female werewolf he thought he loved. Now he’d marked Vee.

He gazed down at the beautiful, flushed female beneath him, his brain numb.

The mark looked good. It felt right. Instinct had made certain no question remained they were meant to be together. The era of him alone in the world was over. The future revealed itself with clarity. He was ready to invest his heart, head, and everything he had into this female. He’d observed what denial and procrastination did to destined couples, sometimes leaving one dead and the other mourning. Like Eric.

He wanted her again. He wanted to experience that again, except slower, with time to savor every nuance of the magical chemistry gifted them. He wanted to know everything about her. Maybe he could get them back into the bedroom.

Vee pushed him off, jumped up, and pulled on her clothes. Running her fingers over the mark on her shoulder, she said, “You’ve got to erase that. Lick it away or something. Now. And, oh crap, I’ve got to get rid of that mark on your neck.”

“Wait…” He pulled up his pants, fully intending to get them back to his bedroom. He could bind her tight to him sensually and figure out the details of their future later. Before he could voice his intention, there was a knock on the door.

Her gaze darted to the door, panicked. She gripped him with a strength she hadn’t demonstrated before to hold his head to one side while she licked his neck.

Between the feel of her tongue on his skin and the view down her shirt, words abandoned him.

“Wait for what?” she asked. “This was a mistake. Us, as in you and me together, is a no go. I’m out of here.”

The knock on the door grew more insistent.

She pulled away from his neck and stared at the door. “It’s not gone yet.”

His gaze darted to the door, distracted. “We can figure it out. Make it work.”

“As what? You find some secure little location to tuck me away as your dirty little secret. I play broodmare for some illegitimate hoard? Or, maybe you like the idea of me as a trophy wife, your novelty vamp-were mix? I don’t think so. I suck at politics, and I’m not some sort of prize.” She moved back toward his neck. “I need another few seconds to cover this up.”

The door to the study flew open. Eric bellowed and launched one of his beloved shuriken-style throwing stars at Vee’s head. She pushed Lexan out of the way and caught the star in a jaw-dropping act of fluid motion. She launched the star back at Eric in an obvious intentional miss that lodged the piece deep into the doorframe.

“What. The. Hell.” Lexan jumped upright, buttoning his pants in one smooth move.

“She’s trying to kill you, sir.” Eric targeted her with a crossbow.

He gritted out, “She’s not trying to hurt me. It’s you who fucking tried to take her head off. Get. Out.”

Vee blocked Lexan with her body. An instant later, she moved faster than the blink of an eye across the room to stand in front of a window. “I haven’t hurt him and won’t.”