Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(108)
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured in a daze of sensual pleasure of pure need. “Your scent and heat have been driving me mad.”
“Good,” he muttered, fingers digging into my back, nibbling the soft vulnerable flesh on the side of my breast. “Because your sweet body has me hard every night knowing you’re right next to me, but I can’t touch you.” I trembled, crying out when his fingers gently parted my swollen flesh, dipping, running over my clit to my core.
“Oh, God,” Cain groaned, lifting a bit, mouth going to my throat, nipping a bit harder than before, his tone deep and gravelly and harsh. “So fucking wet.” His mouth parted, sucking in long, hard pulls on the side of my throat, my head tilting for him, hips undulating against his rubbing fingers. Lips against my neck, voice vibrating my flesh, he growled, “I love how you get for me.”
A low groan slid past my lips as he slid a single digit into my gripping channel. “Cain…” I sucked in a harsh breath, tilting my head back to his, pulling his head up, staring at him in consumed pleasure. I rocked my hips against his gently thrusting finger, his lips hovering over mine, his own breathing shallow, body strung rock tight over me. “Oh God, Cain.” A deep pant. “Kiss me. Fucking kiss me.”
“Fuck, yes,” he murmured on a groan, his lips landing on mine, just shy of forcefully as I felt him rein in his control, but his lips stroked hungrily with mine, pulling me into a steady, but measured rhythm of our gliding lips and tongues, calming me enough I wasn’t mindless in want, keeping me with him as he slid another finger into me, stretching me.
Crying out softly into his mouth, I slid a hand down between our bodies, running my fingers over his heated and hard as steel, and slightly trembling, flesh, until I ran the tip of my finger past his navel, sliding it down as I panted into his mouth, feeling his short, curly black hair before palming the base of his cock tightly. He jerked against me, moaning, automatically thrusting into my touch, and I proceeded to pump him just as slowly as he was thrusting his fingers into me, rubbing my finger over the head of his cock, and smearing his pre-come over the crown, eliciting a quietly growling huff from his wolf.
Until he pulled his fingers from me, gently knocking my hand away, growling against my mouth, “Enough.” Face as hard etched as mine in desire, his features hardened, eyes glowing harshly, he gently lifting my legs higher on his waist, rumbling, “I need to be inside you.”
I nodded sluggishly, drugged in desire, my mind yearning for more of this man, hips pressing against his ramrod, fierce cock. “Please, Cain.”
“Shh,” he whispered, one hand going to my rocking hips, holding me steady, his other arm lifting to lean on his elbow, his warm palm sliding over my cheek, holding me softly, his thumb over my panting lips. “Slow and soft, remember?” His hips tilted back, the large blunt head of his cock sliding down to my core’s throbbing, slick entrance. He brushed his thumb over my lips once, watching the action. “This may actually be…nice.” His brows puckered a bit on his hardened features. “I’ve never done it before.”
Chest heaving, I stared into his hooded gaze, his words telling. “Me, either.” I sucked in a breath, moaning heavily, my own lids dipping as he gently started pressing his hips forward, his thick cock stretching me just the way I needed. “If we survive, anyway, it may be nice.”
He chuckled quietly, but it sounded more a half groan of mixed pleasure and pain. “True.” He tilted his hips back gently, then pressed forward again through my slick, gripping tight channel, moaning quietly, bending to press his lips to mine. “Very damn true.”
My hands went to his cheeks, gripping his angular jaw, kissing him slowly, eyes closed in gentle pleasure, moaning softly along with him as he continued to fill me utterly and completely, and I mumbled honestly on a whisper, “You fill me so right.”
He groaned, sliding his tongue across mine, his thumb playing softly against my cheek, fingers gripping my hair gently. “And you cradle me so damn right.” Warm and moist, his tongue curled gently against mine in a slow, sensory connection as he thrust steadily until his hips were flush with mine, his cock tight within me, stretching me deliciously. Nibbling gently at my lips, he whispered on a deep purring rumble, “Can you turn into a panther or lion…or even an eagle for me?”
I chuckled quietly, pressing my lips more firmly against his. “No more than you would alter the past.”
His wolf huffed quietly…but then, I felt him go utterly still over me, his head quickly tipping back, our lips parting.
My eyes shot open. “What?” I blinked, altering my gaze from his, and stared at my hands on his face, which were radiating dimly, a nice, sweet ethereal glow. I glanced down. My entire body was glowing quietly in a very soft light, barely recognizable, just a content silvery white luster.
Cain’s kiss-swollen, red lips trembled the barest bit. “Already, honey?”
Slowly, I blinked up to him. “You’re good, Cain, but give me a break.”
His head cocked, black brows scrunching, staring down into my gaze, inhaling heavily. “Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head slightly, my brows puckering. “No.” He felt damn perfect inside me.
Brows gradually unfurrowing, he inhaled heavily again, glowing navy blue disappeared slowly, only to reappear staring at me through thick black lashes, and he hummed quietly, the sound deep and soft, tipping his head back down to mine, placing his lips gently against mine, murmuring, “I’ll take it as praise.” His lips were coaxing against mine as I thought this through, tugging at my bottom lip softly for action when I stayed motionless, and he grinned slowly, tilting his hips back, and pressing forward slowly, and I instantly gasped, eyes opening wide, and he whispered, “After all, I really am that good.”