One Insatiable(70)

“I held onto your promise to save me the entire time,” I answer, circling my fingers in the sides of his hair as his lips move lower to my breasts.

My breath inhales sharply as his large hands cup them, squeezing them as he kisses and slides his tongue over my sensitive nipples. We’ve been apart so long, my insides ache for him to fill me, stretch me, make me come.

“I saw you the night I was taken.” His mouth moves lower, to the top of my ribcage. “The door slammed, but I saw your beautiful face.”

He’s kissing a trail down my body, and I’m losing the ability to think. “Your gorgeous body was the only thing in my dreams. Oh!” I jump as his tongue makes a lazy pass over my clit.

His mouth covers me, and he’s massaging, circling, driving me wild. “Oh, god!” I gasp, threading my fingers in his hair as my hips follow the movements of his mouth. It’s been so long since we were in this place.

Slow passes, figure eights, his tongue moves down, and my hips rise off the bed. The tension in my pelvis tightens, and my eyes flutter closed as the orgasm ripples in my thighs.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I’m on the edge, dying for him to take me.

He gives me two more firm licks, and I lose it, shuddering, quaking, crying his name as he kisses my lower belly, grinning against my skin. I only have to wait a moment before he blows my mind. His enormous cock lines up with my core and with a hard, possessive thrust he’s inside, balls deep and pushing.

“Jesus, Mercy,” he groans deep in my ear. “You are so f*cking good.”

Large hands grip my ass, and I’m flying. He’s working me, pounding out his orgasm, and I’m riding waves of bliss. His movements, the friction of our bodies has me climbing again, but in that moment, I feel the scrape of his fangs over my neck.

“Oh, god, yes!” I wail, holding his face and turning my head. It’s only a moment before I feel the prick of his teeth on my skin. He draws my blood and my body ignites. I scream with the intensity of my second orgasm, even more powerful than the first.

As my insides clench, in one powerful burst, he lets go, swearing and groaning as he fills me, pulsing deep in my core. I feel every move, every jerk and throb of his cock.

“Oh, god, Koa.” My voice is a ragged whimper. My arms are limp around his shoulders.

He gradually slows and then holds me so tight in his arms. I feel as though I’ve ascended to the most beautiful place in the universe. Nothing compares to these moments of oneness with my beautiful panther.

Lifting his head, he looks deep in my eyes. “You and I will never be apart. Not ever again.”

I smile, touching his lips with the tips of my fingers. “No more going ahead without me, sending for me once you’ve found a place?”

“My place is wherever you are.”

“And my heart will always belong to you.”

He moves to the side, and I curl into him. His large hand strokes the skin of my back in warm circles. My entire body relaxes into him.

“I had pretty much decided my life was over when I set out from Princeton,” he says, and I love the vibration of his low voice.

“Then you came here,” I say with a grin.

His warm hand cups my chin, lifting it so our eyes meet. “I’d do it all again so we could be together. I love you, Mercy.”

Reaching for him, I pull my body against his, the warmth of completion hugging around my heart. “I love you, Koa. I can’t wait to start our life together.”

He leans down, nibbling the side of my neck. Shivers scatter down my body, and I laugh in delight. “We’ll start our life tomorrow. Tonight I’m catching up on everything I missed.”

“Insatiable,” I purr against the side of his face. He rises and captures my lips, pushing them apart and taking me with an aggressive growl. It’s incredible and amazing and everything I want.

He lifts his head and looks deep in my eyes. “We’ve been to hell and back. The only thing left for us is heaven.”

His gorgeous mouth covers mine, and heaven is right where he takes me.



The End.





New Start





Koa


Soft beige sand slips between our toes as we walk along the shoreline barefoot. Breakers crash, and the briny air pushes Mercy’s long dark waves behind us. The day is cool, but our shifter blood keeps us warm, and Mercy is hugged tight against my side, my arm around her shoulders as we walk. She’s holding my waist with a contented smile on her lips.

Bayville, New Jersey, is a far cry from San Francisco. I still can’t believe Mercy agreed to go east instead of west when we finally sorted out her situation in Woodland Creek.

Once Hayden was exposed as the lying motherf*cker he is, he returned in a self-righteous godlike huff to the underworld to lick his wounds, and I’m sure regroup to resume his trickery on some other unsuspecting female.

Mercy stayed with me in my aunt’s garage apartment until she was sure Dylan and Penny were settled and could stay in the mansion. The High Council granted her family ownership rights of the house and the grounds as restitution for all the years they’d been enslaved to Hayden. He claimed he didn’t want the place anyway.

We were all set to head west when Slayde called me out of the blue one night.

“We could use a guy like you,” he’d said, an unexpected smile in his voice. “Instead of starting over alone in a new city, think about coming home where you have friends.”