The Wicked Kiss (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #2)(43)

“Of course not.” He laughed outright in my ear, and I realized he’d been worried that I simply didn’t want to see him. “I’ll expect you at dusk.”

“Happy now?” I asked Shaz, replacing the phone on the receiver before turning to him expectantly.

He grinned playfully before his arms went around me, and he tackled me down on the bed. “Almost. I’ll be happier once I’m inside you. I can’t tell you how bad I’ve been aching for you.”

His words instantly brought both a blush and a smile to my face. If my wolf could get away with never leaving his side, she would never part from him. Regardless of the need we had for each other all the time, it was considerably stronger with the approach and rise of the full moon. Just knowing how bad he wanted me had the heat rushing between my legs.

I lay beneath him as he nuzzled my neck. Shaz’ hot breath tickled, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I pulled him closer, inhaling his scent deeply into my lungs. It stirred me to life inside, and I hungered for him.

“You make me crazy, Lex,” he whispered, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin of my throat. His tongue was quick to follow, and I squirmed in excitement. “If I had it my way, I’d never let you out of my sight.”

Drawn to touch his bare skin, I reached under his t-shirt, sliding it up so I could run my hands over his perfectly hard body. A sigh of contentment escaped me. “I love you, wolf boy. I wish we could stay this way forever.”

Shaz rose up on one arm so that he could look down into my face. The look in his eyes was intense, as if he could see into my soul. Maybe he could. He kissed me suddenly, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. Things tightened low in my body as moisture rushed to my tingling sex. I made a sound of pleasure, and Shaz nipped at my tongue and lips.

“My mate,” he murmured, tugging on my lower lip lightly with his teeth. “My love

… you are my other half. I’d die without you.”

The soft touch of his hand as it slipped inside my robe had me anxious to rush ahead, needing to feel more of him against me. Though I noted his strange choice of words, I didn’t want to inquire about them and risk stopping our building momentum.

The truth was that I agreed wholeheartedly with his emotional words. I felt them to the tips of my toes and the depths of my very being. A surge of feelings swirled like a tornado inside me, and I clung to him. In light of last night’s events, I feared my time with Shaz would be cut short now more than ever.

Shaz trailed a hand over my ribs, up my side to my breast. When his fingers deftly found my nipple, I moaned softly and bit at his bottom lip. I wanted to taste his blood, something I rarely did. I was suddenly aching for his hot werewolf blood. With fangs, I carefully bit down, drawing just enough blood to coat my tongue. He made a small pained noise, but his growing erection pressed against me indicated how much he enjoyed my bite.

His touch grew in aggressiveness along with his desire. I tugged at his shirt, wanting him to be rid of it. I needed to feel his skin on mine. I ached for it.

“I need you,” I panted, pulling at his clothing. Slow and savory wasn’t what I was in the mood for. However, Shaz seemed to have his own ideas. He pushed my hands away, kissing me as he did so, deep and thorough so that I had no choice but to give in.

“Slow down. What are you in such a rush for?” His tongue dipped in and out of my mouth, playing along my sharp fangs. When he kissed and licked his way down to my br**sts, I knew it was going to be his way whether I liked it or not.

He drew my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it in a way that started a fire burning in my loins. It quickly grew into a flame that caused my power to rise.

Though it was subtle, it was undeniable. Every single piece of me was in need of him.

Shaz’ head came up suddenly; his eyes fixed on me as he felt the sensations of the energy as it hummed around us. He raised an eyebrow and then shrugged, nuzzling his way into my robe.

I was more than willing to let him pull it out from under me, glad to be rid of it. Shaz pressed his face against my flat stomach, inhaling deeply. His tongue dipped into my bellybutton, and I giggled. Placing both hands on each of my hips, he held me perfectly immobile as he licked his way down to the edge of my black thong.

I bit my bottom lip, careful with my dangerously pointy teeth. He was my mate, and right then, I needed him to act like it. Sensing this, his touch seemed to grow rougher as he quickly stripped me of the flimsy underwear. When it had landed on the floor with my robe, he turned back to me, a fire smoldering in his sexy stare.

The direct eye contact as he lowered his mouth to me was exhilarating. As Shaz dipped his tongue into my wetness, I shuddered and clawed the bed sheets. His touch was soft as he licked me lovingly. His hands gripped my hips, controlling my movements, holding me still beneath him as he worshipped me. Though Shaz was naturally a very gentle man, I absolutely loved it when the wolf in him came out to dominate me.

I reached down to entangle my hands in his hair. I moaned and writhed beneath him.

When he bit at me, the touch of his fangs sent a thrill racing through my veins. I practically melted as the orgasm steadily built in response to the rough licking. The sensations quickly became overwhelming as the waves of amazing pleasure washed over me. When I climaxed it was with a shattering intensity that had me crying out between gasps for breath. He never ceased his oral love, not until I had ridden out every descending wave.