Only Vampires Cry Blood (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #3)(50)

The urge to taste the salt on his skin and to breathe deeply of his scent was strong.

He captured my lips with his before my instinct could guide me to his neck. I concentrated on the taste of his kiss. The sweetness of Shaz was like the taste of innocence wrapped in a dark blanket of lupine fire. That fire threatened to devour me, and I was a willing victim.

He nibbled my lips and tongue with fangs. The sharp points didn't hurt. Rather, they stirred my passion like hot embers. I breathed him in eagerly, accepting his playful tongue into my mouth.

The sensation of his flesh pressed to mine was something I wanted to savor and to hold on to always. When we were apart, it was too easy to forget what it felt like in this moment. I wanted to be there always, if only that could be so.

Impatience gripped me. I grabbed Shaz’ hands and drew them up my body to my br**sts. When his skilled fingers danced over my ni**les, I arched my back and moaned softly.

With a groan, Shaz leaned in to suck a taut nipple into his mouth. The swirl of his tongue along the sensitive peak sent a wave of heat straight to my already damp sex. His actions were driven by more than sexual want. There was unmistakable emotion behind every touch. Love was something I didn't allow myself enough of. I drank it in like a forgotten flower tasting the rain again as if for the first time.

I held him to me as he sucked and bit at my br**sts. His arms went around my waist, pulling me harder against his beautiful cock. It pressed against my wet folds, and I wriggled, wanting to take him into me.

Our position was perfect. I longed to gaze into his eyes as I slid him inside me, so I did just that. Gently pushing him back so that he leaned flat against the couch, I raised my body enough to reach beneath me. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I gave it an affectionate squeeze before placing the head at my entrance.

I looked into his eyes then, wanting to witness his reaction. With one hand caressing the side of his face, I moved achingly slow. The throbbing head of him slipped easily inside me, and I gasped. My entire body broke out in goose bumps from the thrill that shot to my core.

Shaz’ moan, as I took him fully into me, was music to my ears. His eyes widened but remained fixed on mine. A heavy combination of love and lust swam in their depths. I saw what he felt for me and felt reassured in a way that I needed, though part of me hated the need for it.

With Shaz, I could forget about anything that wasn't wolf, and that’s what I did as I rode him. Slow at first and then quickening the pace, I never took my eyes off him as I slid up and down his shaft, slick with my moisture.

His hands found their way back to my hips, and he guided my motions, every so often pulling me down hard as he thrust up to fill me as deep as possible. I cried out, biting my lip and clinging to him as if he were my lifeline.

His gaze swept over me. From my eyes, it drifted down my body to where our bodies joined, lingering before coming back to my eyes. His lips lifted in a sexy smile, revealing his four wolf fangs. I loved the fierce predator that lurked within his soft, sweet self. It was the perfect combination of the boy next door and the big bad wolf.

Since Shaz had become Alpha, he was definitely changing in other ways. Yet he was still always the Shaz that I had known for years, the sweet kid was now a man but still just as sweet as he’d always been.

I loved him. As I took him into me again and again, I began to loathe the part of me that also felt for Arys. I wanted to be rid of it once and for all, to cut it out of me and never feel anything again for him but disgust. Even as I prayed for that, I knew it was a request that would never be granted.

So instead, I sought true solace from the living, breathing man beneath me, my mate.

He wasn’t part of the world I felt trapped within. For that, I was grateful. The shelter of Shaz’ embrace was the only thing that kept me from falling apart.

I felt Shaz’ cock twitch inside me, heard his moans start to come faster. The sudden swell of emotion brought tears to my eyes. I blinked them back so that they wouldn't fall and focused on the way Shaz’ body fit mine like a puzzle piece.

His embrace tightened around me, and he began to thrust up into me faster. I tried to match his pace, gasping as a sudden wave of climactic pleasure crashed over me. It continued to build until we were both slick with sweat, grasping one another as if it were our last moment on earth.

Shaz whispered my name before kissing me with a need so desperate it was almost painful. His fangs grazed my bottom lip, drawing blood. His characteristic hesitation was absent when he sucked at the small crimson drops. His tongue stroked the small cut softly, and that tiny motion sent orgasm smashing through me so that I shuddered in his arms.

His body responded to mine, and his orgasm hit hard and fast. He jerked inside me, spewing his hot release as my inner muscles clenched tightly around him. I gave a small shriek, overwhelmed by our simultaneous explosion.

“Shaz,” I breathed, his name barely audible on my lips. “Don’t stop. I need you.

Again.”

He didn’t waste a precious moment. Holding me carefully, he maneuvered us so that I lay flat on my back on the couch with him over me. The move was so precise, our bodies stayed joined in union.

Still hard as a rock, Shaz continued our love making with a renewed fervor. Then, I felt it, a firm, persistent nudge in my mind. Arys.

No f**king way, I thought. The bastard locked me out of his thoughts. He had a lot of nerve to try accessing mine now. Maybe a glimpse of what I was up to would show him what he was missing. Was that too low?