Amber Eyes (Amber Eyes #1)(31)

Her entire life she’d wanted this. A sense of belonging. The sheer rightness she felt overwhelmed her.

And then Jericho raised her, picking her up into his arms. He tugged her down as the two of them lay on the couch, their legs entwined. Hunter moved away, content to let them have their moment as he tended the fire.

“Thank you,”Jericho murmured against her hair.

She smiled. “Thank Hunter. He taught me.”

Jericho chuckled. “You’ll forgive me if I refuse to thank another man for the best damn blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”

She snuggled deeper into his arms, sated and complete. His steady, reassuring heartbeat thudded against her ear.

“I love you,”she whispered.

Chapter Seventeen

Two days later, Kaya’s patience had reached its limit. Though the men were exceedingly tender with her, neither had made a move to mate with her again. She wanted the same bond with Jericho that she’d established with Hunter. Taking Hunter into the most intimate part of her body had established a permanence in their relationship, at least in her eyes.

The cougar lay curled on the couch between the two men as the fire crackled in the hearth. The human inside waited impatiently until finally she could wait no longer. The cat rose and jumped from the couch, her paws silent on the wood floor.

The two men moved as she shifted, and Hunter held out a blanket as he always did when she came shivering to form, but this time she ignored him and walked straight into Jericho’s arms.

She fused her lips to his and twined her arms around his neck, telling him precisely what it was she wanted—no, demanded.

Jericho groaned. “Ah, honey, you make resisting you impossible.”

She drew away and stared into his warm eyes. “Why are you resisting me? It’s been two days. I want you inside me. Please, Jericho. I need you so much.”

In response, he swung her into his arms and strode toward his bedroom. Leaning over the bed, he laid her on the mattress and rested his hands on either side of her body as he looked down at her.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful,”he murmured. “I don’t even know where to start. I want to taste and touch every inch of you.”

Warmed to her core by his words, she reached for him, pulling him down to her mouth.

“Start here,”she murmured against his lips.

He smiled and then kissed her deeply, letting his tongue roll over hers. So warm and loving. A deep sigh slipped from her as his mouth skidded down her jawline to her ear. Her soft sound of contentment hiccupped into a moan when he nipped at her lobe then dropped lower and sank his teeth into the column of her neck.

Sweet heaven, she wanted to bite him back. Something dark and feral rose from deep within. Wild and forbidden with an edginess that consumed her.

Her mouth found his shoulder, and she nipped playfully, marking a path to his neck. When she found the strong pulse, she bit. Hard.

He jerked against her and swore.

She immediately pulled away. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hell no, do it again.”

“I will as soon as you take off your clothes.”

He backed from the bed and hastily pulled at his shirt and pants. She watched in avid fascination as his body was bared to her view. It was a sight she never tired of, all the muscles, the masculine hairiness of his chest and legs. He had an odd assortment of scars, some fresher than others. No part of his body seemed untouched by violence, and to her, the marks signaled his strength.

His erection jutted upward and bobbed as he climbed onto the bed. She reached automatically, wanting to touch the satin length, but he reared back.

“Oh no, you touch me, I’m gone, and I want this to last.”

She smiled but didn’t protest when he straddled her thighs and lowered his big body over hers.

“Bite me,”he whispered. “Mark me. Make me yours, sweetheart.”

She licked from his shoulder to his neck, enjoying the way he trembled underneath her mouth. His taste burst onto her tongue, salty, strong and so masculine. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent, savored it and let it go again. Prompted by the need to do just as he asked and mark him, she sank her teeth into his neck.

His entire body tensed and then went wild against her. His hands slid down her sides to her hips and lower to her thighs. He pulled almost frantically at her, and she helped him by spreading her legs.

His fingers slipped between them, delving into her wetness as if testing her body’s readiness. Afraid he’d regain his senses and decide to take things much slower, she bit him again, harder this time, licking at the small wound she inflicted then moving higher to just underneath his ear and biting again.

“Holy hell,”he gritted out.

His hips jerked against her, and his hardness settled into place. She arched into him, opening to him, inviting him.

“Take me,”she ordered, surprised at her fierceness. She followed up her directive with one more bite.

He surged into her in one hard thrust. She gasped, unable to process all the different sensations that crashed into her.

He stilled immediately, pulling his head away to stare down at her. His eyes were worried and anxious.

“Did I hurt you, honey? Goddamn it—”

“Shhh,”she said, placing her finger over his lips.

She wiggled underneath him, testing her position.

“Ah hell, you have to stop that,”he groaned.