Page 6 of Prospecting

“Only when you’re in heat,” he said looking at his food.

“What do you mean in heat,” Sheridan said her voice going gravelly with fear.

“You have a fertility block,” Cade said. “You still ovulate. When you do, our sex life will become very intense. I’ll probably be hard and demanding. I shouldn’t forget possessive. I know Sinivite men can be very possessive about their mates.”

“Oh,” Sheridan said. “Once I’m done ovulating, it should ease off?”

“Maybe,” Cade said. “I don’t know. Right now, all I want is to be touching you, tasting you, marking you as mine. I feel a strong urge to plant myself in your body and pleasure you until you’re tired of me being there. Sinivite women are ruthless when it comes to their mates. Satisfy them or get out of their beds.”

“Even if you’re mated to them,” Sheridan asked.

“No. The mating thing is more,” Cade said.

“Cade,” Sheridan said feeling heat between her legs, smelling the musky smell, which drew her, made her want things she never knew she wanted. “Cade.”

“Are you sure,” he growled understanding the tone.

She handed him the plate, stripped the shirt. “Don’t take long to take care of the food,” she said kneeling in the middle of the bed completely naked.

Rising he bumped into the wall while looking at her and trying to walk towards the kitchen area. She laughed, “Maybe you should watch where you’re going.” She saw the desire, the need deep in his eyes. She couldn’t believe it was for her. Her breath caught in her throat when he was out of sight. She felt bereft, alone, needy. She tried counting to ten and got impatient at three. “Cade,” she called to him.

Stripping his shirt, he said, “It gets to be too much, you tell me. You have a voice here.”

“Yes,” Sheridan said leaning towards him, catching the musky smell. “Cade.” Her tone demanded whether she meant to or not.

He jerked his pants off, climbed on the bed. His gut, his primal instinct wanted to throw her back, put her beneath him and plant his seed, his body, his soul in her body. Swallowing hard, he kissed her, cupped her face, teased her lips apart, teased his tongue against hers. She sighed, her hands gripped his wrists, slid up his arms, squeezed his muscles.

“Delicious,” he murmured. Her eyes heavy with desire, looked at his lips. He leaned in again. His cock screamed for him to pummel but his soul overruled with an older need to connect.

He drew her closer, felt the smoothness of her skin, the softness of her. His arm went around her waist. She trembled in his arms, beneath his hands. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed her deeply, longingly. Even as her body revved up for him, became wet for him, he smelled her, smelled the need in her core, and took his time. He needed to know her, the shape of her, the smell and taste of her. His lips slid along her jaw, nibbled her earlobe. His hands pressed her yielding body to his hard muscled body. His erection thick and long lay between them screaming for attention but he ignored it as he learned about Sheridan.

His tongue tasted her, his teeth tugged gently on her earlobe. She sighed, shivered. Her nipples hardened, grew taut. Cade felt them against his chest, wanted them in his mouth. With so much territory between her ear and her breasts, he took his time, exploring, tasting, teasing. Her hands convulsed on his shoulder, gripping him tightly, almost painfully tight when she liked what he did. He licked the curve of her breast, slipped his tongue between the two mounds of her breasts.

“Oh,” she murmured eyes closed and breath catching.

Cade smiled, enjoyed delighting her, surprising her. Capturing her nipple, he sucked it in, licked around the areola. Her hands toyed in his hair, gripped and held him to her. Keeping his touch light, he licked again and again. Her hips pumped against his, rubbed against his erect cock. He focused everything on her nipples. One and then the other. He heard the small gasps, the small ohs, the larger hums she made as her body became aroused, moved towards an orgasm. He wanted to make her climax without touching her channel. He wondered if he kept up his current caresses if she would.

“Cade,” she ground out his name as her body clenched in the orgasm he needed to give her.

“Good,” he asked looking up at her.

Panting she nodded, swayed in his arms.

“Want more,” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, surprising herself with how much she needed him.

“Let’s continue,” he said lowering her backwards, he continued to tease her nipples. His cock was wet from her pressing her core against him. Her light lemon and tulip scent enticed and aroused him.

He licked along her ribs, saw the marks he’d made, and knew he’d make more before they were done. His hands rubbed along her curves. His thumbs bumped against her pebbled nipples.

“Oh,” she murmured. Her hips pressed up, instinctively knowing what she wanted.

“Soon,” he murmured. He continued his exploration, found her belly button, shoved his tongue into it.

She laughed, looked down at him. He wagged his tongue around her belly button making her laugh harder. Smiling, he went lower, rubbed his tongue along her, tasting her juices. She pressed her hips up, moaned. He pushed her legs apart, tasted along her thighs, saw more marks. He licked the glistening fluid on her thighs, tried to resist marking her.

“Cade,” she growled with a hint of impatience. He licked, sucked, long and hard, leaving another mark on her. He held her still as he slipped his fingers into her throbbing core. She cried out, he felt her wet needy channel compress his fingers and smiled. She was easy to please, to arouse, to satisfy.

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