Page 59 of Fae Devoted
She shivered as the honeyed rumble washed over her skin, everything feminine within her responding to the lust in his tone, his words—his deep-rooted dominance. Her nipples stiffened, the satin material of her pajama top brushing almostpainfully against the sensitive tips. Liquid heat pooled low in her abdomen, and she clenched her thighs. Her core demanding to be filled, while her soul begged to be claimed.
“Jo?”
Johnnie lifted her lids and met the glowing irises of Jacob’s wolf which were bright with all-consuming need and possession. His hand switched from her neck to her cheek, his gaze softening in its intensity. The vulnerability in her big, strong male brought moisture to her eyes. How could he imagine, even for an instant, she’d ever reject him?
“Yes,” she whispered, fingers skating to his waistband and pushing impatiently. Leaving no doubt what she wanted. What she needed.
Jacob reared to his knees, her compliance like setting a match to dry tinder. After tearing the last two buttons from her shirt, he shoved his pants over his hips, and his cock sprang free, thick and jutting. He fisted its rigid length and pumped once. His lids went heavy, golden eyes riveted on her bared breasts. Johnnie’s chest flushed, the heat rising to her cheeks.
Jacob pitched forward, bracing on a forearm as his lips wrapped around a pebbled nipple, wicked tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. He drew it into his mouth, the suction a sweet tether making her core go soft and wet.
“Jacob,” she cried, arching up to get closer, needing him inside her.
He let go of her breast with a final lick, and she couldn’t quell the whimper that sounded embarrassingly close to a sob at the loss.
“I want to taste you first,” he murmured, voice guttural.
Johnnie’s heart stuttered, then sped up as his mouth slid over her torso, skimming her trembling flesh and moving steadily downward. A tug and the lace fabric ripped in half, thelast barrier between her slick center and his mouth destroyed with the flick of his wrist.
Jacob lapped at her as though he were dying of thirst, the feral sounds issuing from his throat pushing her steadily toward a towering cliff, threatening to throw her over the edge. Two fingers joined the sensual torment, plunging in while the tip of his tongue swirled and sucked. Her legs shook, and her breaths came in loud pants. So damn close to flying off the steep ledge.
A sharp canine glanced off her swollen clit, and Johnnie flew.
She was still soaring when Jacob’s fangs pierced her inner thigh, sliding in deep and latching on. Mating magic crashed over Johnnie in torrents, the powerful blast singeing nerve endings. But instead of the searing sting from his teeth extinguishing the fire, it fanned the flames.
Jacob growled softly, pinning her jerking hips to the bed.
Johnnie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to hold still, knowing he was worried about tearing her skin. Exquisite spasms racked her body, and she clutched at the sheets, the fusion of carnal rapture and erotic pain impossible to contain. As the bond remained incomplete, her emotions swung from pure bliss to sheer terror, fear igniting an ugly firestorm in her chest.
What if they weren’t truemates after all? Oh God, what if…
Masculine satisfaction and sweeping elation sung through the newly strengthened bond, and Johnnie felt a tear trickle into her hair. Jacob’s teeth released her thigh, then he licked the fresh Mark to seal the puncture wounds. Prying open her right fist, he threaded their fingers together, and another tear fell.
Inching up her torso, Jacob crooked his elbow behind her left knee, drawing her leg toward her shoulder and placing their entwined hands beside her head.
Johnnie felt him hovering above her, so close his breath caressed her lips. “I was right all along.”
His mouth traced the tear-dampened skin of her temple, then moved to her ear. “Ca’anam.”
“You belong to me,” she whispered in wonderment, hardly daring to believe. The months of niggling doubts floated away as the truth sank in.
Jacob was hers. And she was his.Finally.
Johnnie kept her lids closed, fighting the overwhelming urge to weep though she was anything but sad, knowing the floodgates would open if she looked at him now.
“I will,” Jacob promised, angling her bent leg outward, nudging her entrance with his cock, “always,” he pushed the broad tip inside, then buried it with one thrust, “be yours.”
Johnnie’s neck and spine bowed, the air erupting from her lungs in an audiblewhooshat the indescribable sensation of fullness. The delicious burn of being stretched.
“Give me those pretty eyes,” he demanded, plunging somehow deeper. The softness of his voice a stark contrast to the clenched jaw and taut cheekbones she saw when he slowly withdrew and then drove forward again.
She gasped at the force of his thrust, and her nipples scraped against his sculpted chest, the combined sensations turning the gasp into a drawn-out moan. Jacob tilted his pelvis until he was hitting her clit, his hand flexing in hers with every downward stroke. Scorching heat spread from her core to her neck, traveled to her limbs, and curled her toes. The mounting pressure almost unbearable. Johnnie’s heart fluttered, skipping a beat.
“Jacob,” she breathed, lashes lowering.
“Eyes, baby,” he reminded, voice wrecked.
Jacob was all she could see, filling her vision like he filled her heart. His focus never strayed from her face as he surged into her, tempo increasing.
