Marc (Bowen Boys, #4)(33)

Lifting his head from her shoulder, he licked the wound and felt her let go of his arm. He moved in and out of her slowly and let her get used to him. His cat snarled, but for the most part, Marc wasn’t an animal. Laughing to himself, he knew that with this woman he always would be.

When her ass came up to meet his strokes, he moved quicker and deeper. When he felt his balls tighten, ready to fill her, he bit her again. This time she didn’t bite back, but he did feel her shift beneath him, her body milking him as she came. Marc threw back his head and roared out his own release.

Lying over her, he panted hard. He wanted more, he needed more, and shifted. His cock jerked and lengthen at the sight of her lying there, his mate. Ordering her to shift, she was human in seconds, her body still the way he’d taken her. Moving up behind her again, he slammed into her hard, gripping her hips and bringing her back to him with each pound into her. She moved up to her hands, her breasts swinging freely. He watched them, mesmerized how her nipples strained and her areolas darkened.

“Marc, please. I need you. Please.” When she stretched up and wrapped her arms around his neck, he rolled back on his heels. Running his hands up her ribs, he cupped her breasts and tweaked at her hard peaks. He could bite her like this, sink his teeth into her and mark her again and again, but she was begging him for release and he wanted her to come with him.

“Lay down, baby. Let me make love to you.” She moaned and moved off him. He looked down at his cock and fisted it as she lay there looking up at him. He wanted to come on her, he wanted to spew his cum all over her and rub it into her skin.

Her hands moved down from above her head and she filled them with her breasts. Marc moved closer to her, his thighs touching hers as he sat on his heels between her legs. He tightened around his shaft and slowly moved up and down it as he watched her.

“Touch yourself for me. I want to see you touch yourself like I imagined you doing while I was on the phone with you.” Her hands moved down over her hips and brushed over her skin just above her neatly trimmed *. “That’s it, baby. Bring yourself to peak so I can come all over you.”

She bent her knees and opened her legs for him. He would remember this for the rest of his life, the sight of her exposed for him, like a feast that only he could enjoy. Watching had become both a pleasure and a painful experience. He wanted to be inside of her almost as much as he wanted to see his cum staining her skin.

When she slid her fingers into her nether lips, his cock began to seep. She danced first one, then another inside of her, teasing him with what she was doing. As soon as her free hand came down to join the first, she spread her lips wide and he nearly strangled his cock when he watched her finger her clit.

Her body rolled, her moans were louder, her keening less coherent. The faster her fingers moved and slipped inside of her the harder he pulled on his cock. When she stiffened, he did as well, his balls so tight to his body that he held them as they filled. When she screamed out his name and her body bowed up and her thigh touched his balls, Marc felt his climax run the length of his cock and out onto her.

He watched as his cum hit her nipple, her chin, and her belly. Great streams of it sprayed over her arms and her breasts. She ran her hand over it, rubbing it over her as she came again and again, her entire being taut with the strength of her release. Even as he continued to come he lifted her and buried his cock inside of her, taking her hard, filling her with yet another climax from his body. She wrapped her legs around him, pulled him down, and took his mouth. He could taste himself there; his cum was on her tongue, and he devoured her more just to taste them together. Fucking her through another release, he slowed, his body spent. Dropping down and rolling over to his back, he pulled her over him and closed his eyes. He couldn’t have moved right now even if an entire platoon of soldiers came tromping by them.

When she sighed, he hugged her to him but didn’t move to get up. Feeling his body come back to itself slowly, he was so relaxed that he knew that if he didn’t get up now he might never. It was his last thought as sleep claimed him.

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Jonny moved and her body screamed at her. Opening one eye, she realized that they were still in the woods and they were both naked, without any clothes to put on to go back to the house. She stretched over him and grinned as he opened his one eye. When he opened the other, she laughed.

“You don’t wake very easily, do you?” She laughed harder when he growled. “We need to get going. Do you have any idea what time it might be?”

Marc shook his head and closed his eyes. “I don’t really care either. As far as I’m concerned, if we spent the next hundred years out here doing what we’d did earlier, I’d die a happy man.”

“Yes, and that won’t be long because we’d starve to death first.” She put her hand on her belly when it growled. “My belly thinks my throat has been cut. I’m going back to the house and having some cereal. Do you have any in that fancy kitchen of yours?”

“No f*cking way. Cereal? Gross. Let me lie here for a few more minutes and I’ll go inside and make you my famous pancakes and sausage links.” She slapped his chest. “You are seriously violent in the morning, aren’t you?”

“I don’t want pancakes. I hate them.” She nearly laughed when he sat up and looked at her, a shocked expression on his face. “All they are is soggy bread with liquid sugar all over them. Now that’s gross. I want waffles. Thick ones too. Can you make that with all that equipment in your kitchen?”