Page 88 of Tin God

Because you love it.She didn’t say it. She didn’t need to. She turned in his arms, yanked his neck to the side, and sank her teeth into his flesh.

Tenzin felt him grow harder against her thigh. His erection was straining against his clothes, and her body was ready for him. He scented her arousal and ripped at her leggings, tearing them down her body and letting the wind take them away.

Ben rolled over, lying on his back in a cushion of air as he freed his erection and pulled her onto his body. She braced herself on his shoulders and sank to the hilt, her eyes rolling back at the pleasure of their joining.

His heavy canvas pants rasped against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, but the wind obeyed him, pressing around them like a cocoon that felt as solid as the earth.

His blood coursed in her body, his erection invaded her. Tenzin was full of him, and in the safety of his arms and their element, she allowed her mind to go blank. Her body was full of the pleasure of their joining and their amnis finally together after weeks of aching need.

Ben pulled her down to his chest and took her mouth in a bruising kiss, his hand still gripping her hair. She felt a sharp tug of pain at her nape, but it only fueled her desire.

She reached down, dug her fingers into his buttocks, and pulled him into her body, driving her nails into his flesh.

He hissed and arched his hips upward.

Their bodies joined and held by the wind, she rode him over the clouds, her gasps snatched away by the frigid winter air that curled around them.

His amnis kept her warm, and moments later she felt the roaring climax barreling toward her, shaking her body and shattering her from the inside out.

He felt her break apart and followed, one hand still gripping her hair and the other gentle at her hip, coaxing her through a release with skillful, teasing fingers that knew her body better than hers.

When he came, the air around them exploded outward, and they dropped for five long seconds before she bundled the wind with tender whispers and it held them aloft again.

They came to rest on a rocky outcropping that overlooked the threaded river, and when Ben’s eyes opened again, they were still furious. Sated but furious.

“You left.” He sat up, holding her to his body and keeping her captive with his embrace.

Her storm-grey eyeswere nothing but curious. “Are you still erect?”

“Youleft.” Ben was enraged, turned on again, and relaxed, all at the same time.

Being a mated vampire could be really confusing.

His amnis didn’t know he was angry, it only knew that his mate was in his arms and they’d exchanged blood. She was on him, her body wrapped around his erection like a glove, and that glove fit so well his body never wanted to leave. In fact, it was ready to go again, weeks of frustration forgotten in the heat and pleasure of sex.

“You found me,” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I knew you would. You could have found me weeks ago.”

“That’s not the point, Tenzin.”

She leaned forward, her hands braced on his shoulders, and her kiss was a soft, drugging seduction. “What is the point?”

“You…” He kissed her back; it was impossible to resist. His blood was pumping, and his body was primed. “Fuck me now.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, flipped them over, and started moving in her again. “Talk later.”

He lay on the ground,the sharp rocks digging into his back, and he didn’t care. He didn’t care about any of it. They were sheltered in a depression, warded from the wind and rain by the stones and his amnis.

Tenzin was curled into his side like a cat, and he’d come twice more before his body had been ready to take a break and he could think clearly again.

His voice was a low growl when he could finally speak. “It’s not that you left, it’s that you left without telling me.”

“I’ve done that many times.”

That was true. Except…

“Not since we’ve mated,” Ben said, trying to appeal to her logic. “Our amnis is joined now, and doubly so because we’re of the same element. When you’re not there, Tenzin…”

It hurts.

He didn’t want to say it, but it was the truth. Behind the anger and the rage and the frustration, he was hurt. It hurt to be away from her.

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