Obsession Untamed (Feral Warriors #2)(43)

He tore his gaze away from her body and met her eyes. The heat swirling in those dark, vibrant depths was nearly his undoing. He ached to enter her, but not yet. Not until neither of them could stand it a moment longer. Because he feared this might be the only time he ever would.

“Patience, brown eyes. I’m getting there. But I have to taste you.”

Like a predator pouncing on prey, he knelt between her legs and went down on her, stroking his tongue along that long, perfect opening. She jerked, arching, her fingers clutching in his hair as a low moan vibrated through her entire body. Her pleasure weaved through his own, heightening his enjoyment and desire. He pressed his tongue deep within those open folds, tasting her sweet nectar, then found the hard knot between those folds and flicked it with his tongue.

Delaney cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp.

With a hard grin of satisfaction, he pleasured her until she was writhing beneath his mouth.

“Tighe. Tighe.”

She was nearly to climax, but he wasn’t ready to take her there. Not until he was buried deep inside her. She would fly for him. For him.

With a last thrust of his tongue, Tighe moved up her body, kissing her stomach, then the cleft between her br**sts.

Delaney cradled his head in her arms as he kissed first one breast, then the other, then lifted his face to her. She pulled him up and kissed him hard even as she rocked her hips against his painfully hard erection.

“Come inside me,” she whispered against his lips. “Now, Tighe. I need you, now.”

His hands cradled her face, then dove into her hair. “Not, yet, brown eyes. I’m not through loving your body. I may not be through for hours.”

Her groan made him smile, and he thought he might just be telling the truth. He was going to love her so thoroughly, mark her so completely that even when he’d stolen her memories of him from her mind, she’d remember their lovemaking in her dreams. He wanted that. With a ferocity that made no sense, he wanted to live somewhere in her mind. Forever.

She tried to reach for his cock, and he grabbed her wrist.

“Easy, D. One stroke, and it might just be over. And neither of us wants that.”

She made a sound that was half groan, half laughter. “Speak for yourself.” She pushed at his chest. “But if that’s the way you want it, lie down. It’s my turn.”

He didn’t think it was possible, but he got even harder. “You touch me in any way, and it’s going to be over.”

A small knowing smile lifted her lips. “Then I won’t touch you there.”

Hesitating for only a moment, he moved off her and did as she demanded, watching, enrapt, as she stripped out of her jacket, shirt, and bra with a single move. She was glorious in her nakedness, her dark hair falling around her shoulders in soft waves. With a move that sent fire arcing through his veins, she lifted one leg and straddled him, her wet sheath nestled tight against his zipper.

From her perch, she watched him with a mixture of softness and power. On his tongue he tasted the sweetness of an emotion he couldn’t quite put a name to, an emotion he could taste for the rest of his life and never tire of.

Delaney leaned forward, her fingers tracing the gold armband on his arm, then moving over the feral mark, the claw marks, above his left breast, exploring him. She bent her head until her lips brushed the feral marks, sending a shock of chills through his body.

She was kissing the very thing that had once destroyed everything he’d cared about, as if she understood. As if she accepted them. And him.

When nothing could be further from the truth.

Delaney Randall had no idea he’d been marked by the tiger. That he was immortal. That he was a shape-shifter. And if she ever figured out what he was, she’d turn and run. Just as Gretchen had.

No she wouldn’t. Running wasn’t her style. Delaney would get her gun and hunt him down like the monster he was.

She rose from kissing his chest, her eyes tight with question and soft with concern as she laid her hand over the scars on his chest.

“That bothered you. That I kissed you there.”

Had his thoughts shown that clearly? He reached for her, stroking her cheek. “The scars bring back memories. Unpleasant ones. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry for whatever hurt you, Tighe. Or whoever.”

“It was a long time ago.” But warmth filled his chest at the compassion in her eyes. Sweet nature, but he wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt her. Ever. Even after he’d stolen her memories of him, he’d watch over her from a distance. Protect her in any way he could for the short years of her existence.

The thought of it, that she wouldn’t be completely lost to him, eased the tight ache in his chest. She wouldn’t be out of his life. His role in hers would just change.

But this would probably be the only time he’d ever make love to her.

Chapter Sixteen

Delaney ran her hands over the hard planes of Tighe’s chest as she straddled his half-clothed body, reveling in the beauty of the man. Sunshine poured across his muscled contours, glinting off the antique gold armband he wore, an armband, she realized, with an attractive, stylized tiger’s head. Her gaze moved to the rippling muscles of his arms as damp heat pooled deep in her body. He was glorious, and she wanted him so badly, she was shaking with it.

Bracing her hands on his chest, she rubbed herself against the hard length of the erection between her legs, an erection still fully covered by his pants. It was a problem she was more than ready to dispose of.