Page 77 of Feral Possession

To his bemusement, Dove executed a shimmy that had his cock standing up, taking notice. Then, with a shrug of one delicate shoulder, her skirt and top pooled at her feet. The move executed with an expert’s skill. His lungs seized, knocked breathless by the vision before him. Dressed in a simple demi-bra and panties, she couldn’t be more beautiful. Lush breasts beckoned his hands to explore. Her generous hips had his fingers curling.

“Your turn,” she purred in a voice that sent a shock of heat straight through him. In his long life, he couldn’t remember a time he’d been so hard. He wanted her to see him. To see the effect she’d had.

He unfastened his slacks, shucked them along with his briefs down his thighs, kicking them to the side. The warmth in her green gaze had his shoulders drawing back. In Dove’s eyes he was flawless, powerful. He stood before her, proud despite his damaged body.

Her focus dropped unabashed to his manhood and heated, caressing his shaft. His cock throbbed as though she’d reached out and stroked him with her hands. Gods save him. He was ready to explode, and she’d yet to even touch him.

“Now you,” he choked out.

Dove’s pouty lips quirked into a sultry smile. Rather than shuck off her clothing as he did, she gave him her back. While gazing over her shoulder, she lowered one bra strap at a time. With tantalizing slowness, she unfastened the hooks. White lace fell to her feet, and she kicked it away. Hands clasping her breast, she turned to face him. Canted her head. “How will we know who won?”

He’d never been so captivated by a female. His lips drew into a smile. “Drop those hands and we’ll call it a draw.”

She nibbled her delectable lip, eyeing him up in a mischievous manner. “No deal,” she said, still holding her breasts. If she meant to shield herself, she failed. Seeing her palms overflowing with her plump flesh made him ache all the more. Then again, she had studied with a professional. It was more likely she knew exactly what she was doing.

“You’ve decided to forfeit?” He played along. She was close enough he could grab her and end this torment for them both.

“I’ll stop touching myself if you let me touch you instead.” She stood within an inch of him, her manner subdued.

She wanted to put her hands on his scarred body? His throat tightened. He’d thought to use his mouth and fingers to tease her. Then screw her hard and fast before she could come to her senses. Letting her explore wasn’t part of that plan.

She nuzzled her nose beneath his jaw and thoughts grew fuzzy. Then, she brought her tongue into play, laving the vein pounding in his neck.

“Deal,” he found himself groaning.

Before he could draw his next breath, she freed her breast and leaned into him. Just enough to graze her nipples against his chest. He shuddered, and in his moment of distraction, her hands grazed his waist. Coasted up his back and feathered a trail down his spine.

“Is this okay?” she whispered.

He managed a nod while everything inside of him drew tight as a bow. When he lost his grip, he just prayed he didn’t hurt her. Nor embarrass himself.

Dove ghosted a kiss to Marcus’s damaged pectoral while feathering a touch along his spine. Every inch of the vampire was spectacular. In her estimation, her Marcus was a sexy paradox. He was a delightful combination of experienced alpha male mixed with the nervousness of an untried virgin. Dove, lucky girl, was the first he’d let in since his accident. Tonight, she wanted to make love to him. Make him feel desired, cherished.

“First, I want to learn you. Then you can learn me.” She coached him as she had this last week. The pattern feeling natural for them.

“Tit for tat again? Very well. Just know, it’s been a while and already you test my restraint.”

“No worries. You’re a quick study.” Fortunately for them both, Dove had never been shy about her body nor her sexuality. “I only ask that you communicate with me. Tell me if something makes you uncomfortable.”

“Just so happens, I’m extraordinarily uncomfortable at this very moment,” he said, teasing lilt to his voice.

“Are you now?” She stroked his spine, then circled him, letting her breasts graze his arm, her fingers trailing his body. Behind him, she grazed her beaded nipples along his back, her hips against this firm backside. Then trailed her arms around his waist, skating her hands down his chest to his stomach. His head dipped, and he watched her fingers coast down his defined abs.

“You’re stunning, Marcus,” she whispered against his shoulder blade. “Like a phoenix risen from the ashes.” He captured her hand in a tight grip, and she held her breath. Would he deny her? Had she pushed too far?

He guided her hand to his rigid manhood, forcing her fingers to squeeze around his shaft. “Touch me, Dove,” he commanded, and Dove did as she was told.

Three strokes had him groaning, “I’d like to let you continue, but that feels too good. My turn.” He seized her wrist and spun her to face him.

Both of her wrists were trapped behind her back. Marcus grinned down at her. “What was it you said? You wanted me to learn you?”

Her heart raced at the wicked gleam in his eyes. “Tit for tat,” she agreed, yearning for his touch. He didn’t disappoint. His calloused palm coasted down her shoulder to her breast. His rough fingers plumped her flesh while his thumb tormented her aching nipple.

“I want your mouth on me,” she murmured against his jaw.

“Not yet, sweet Dove. Not until I’ve made you burn. Only then will I pull you from the ashes.”

Tricksy vampire. She groaned as his hand coasted lower. Slow. So slow. Too slow!

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