Page 36 of Venomous Lust
“Open your legs.” That commanding voice again, demanding absolute submission and yet, making her even wetter. “Show yourself to me.”
Pure shock tore through Hazel at those words, and she stared in disbelief as her legs parted almost by themselves. She lay on her back, her elbows propping her torso up on the bed, her knees parted wide as her pussy was displayed. She could feel the cold of the air on her wet flesh.
Khal’s eyes turned ravenous and he took a few long steps until he stood just at the foot of the bed. His face was a battlefield of hunger and control, his full, hard lips pursed, revealing his fangs. He didn’t speak but he bent forward, bracing one knee on the mattress, his eyes on her sex. His mouth opened halfway as he reached with a single finger. His touch sent an electric current of sensation all the way up to her brain and Hazel moaned, unable to look away.
“So wet, so pink.” He dipped his finger inside her greedy channel. As he filled her, sensations built into deep pleasure and Hazel couldn’t keep her weight up anymore. She fell back on the mattress, her head pressed down as Khal pulled his finger out and inserted two digits in its place.
“So fucking tight.”
He pulled back and Hazel growled at the loss of the sensation. As she lifted her head to watch him, Khal smirked at her reaction.
“You’re a fierce mate.” There was approbation in his gaze, but also challenge. “You will be begging me to let you come again before this night is over.”
“I can beg you now.”
Oh, God, did she have no shame? No, she didn’t. She had lost her dignity in the waves of pleasure that had washed over her brain like the tide. There was no going back now. She would beg and crawl, do anything just to get Khal to keep touching her, to fill her with his cock and put his fangs on her skin.
“No.” Khal shook his head, his hands already on the fastening of his synthetic leather vest. “Not yet, my little stowaway. Not until you’re so ready for me, it hurts.”
Then he discarded his sleeveless vest to the floor, exposing the myriad of small scars covering his chest. His muscles were heavy and strong, his nipples small and hard amid the markings, blending in to the landscape of scars. Hazel tried to swallow as her eyes traveled down Khal’s body, to the flat of his stomach and his tapered waist.
He was all hardness, perfection made male. The ultimate warrior, a finely-honed blade set to a single-minded purpose. But not tonight. Tonight, Khal’s blade-sharp focus was entirely on her.
And her body screamed with approval at every lingering look on his handsome, harshly carved face.
Without looking away from her, Khal grabbed the belt of his pants then took them off in a few efficient movements. He stood in front of her, completely naked, his long, thick sex fully erect in front of him. It was surprisingly similar to Bobbie’s, the only man’s penis she had ever seen, but with a more rounded tip, and longer and bigger. Way longer and bigger than Bobbie’s.
Maybe too much. Fear edged up within her, but the flow of arousal didn’t abate.
Hazel stared, mesmerized, as Khal bent again, bracing both knees on the mattress. She whimpered in fright when his hands closed on the inside of each of her thighs and he shot her a fast, forbidding glance.
“I will not hurt you, Hazel. I can never hurt you.” The words were soft and reassuring, but his eyes were nothing but. There was a primitive savagery in those eyes, eons of pure masculine claim that she dared not contradict. Or resist. “But I will claim what is mine tonight.”
Warmth flooded between her legs, wet and slippery, full of anticipation. And Khal didn’t make her wait long.
He lowered his head, inhaling deeply as his breath fanned her wet pussy, just inches from her flesh. She pressed her head against the mattress, completely surrendering to the rush of sensations to come. Khal didn’t hesitate for long, and her entire body shuddered as his hot mouth closed on her wet, quivering flesh. His tongue was raspy and warm as he licked from her opening to her clit slowly, flicking the needy bundle of nerves at the end. Hazel whimpered, already on the verge of another explosive climax.
“You taste so damn good. I could feast on you all night.”
His mouth and tongue were on her again, moving along her slit, circling her clit, his fangs raking her skin. The Mating Venom entered her bloodstream, making her wild, yearning for a release that wasn’t going to be enough. Nothing but Khal’s utter and total possession would ever be enough.
And then, just before release could wash over her, as the pleasure almost touched the edge of pain, Khal stopped. Hazel opened her eyes, a feral growl at her throat.
“No.” The forbidding word slashed at her and she lifted her head to see Khal kneeling between her parted knees. His sex was long and large, impossibly hard, glistening with a drop of pre-cum. “You won’t come before I allow you to.”
There was a such a need for domination in his voice, in the harsh planes of his face. A need for domination and for something more. A need to belong, a need to be needed. And she needed him right now, so hard it hurt.
Khal’s hands slid along her thighs as he lowered himself above her body, the thick head of his sex pushing at her entrance without breaching it. Lust made Hazel mad and she tried moving, pushing her hips up to meet him, but he held her down firmly. His blue eyes locked her in place as she panted, helpless and ravaged by a desire to be possessed.
“You’re mine, Hazel. My bloodmate, my life.” There was a tenderness layered with Khal’s domination, and Hazel knew the words were as much a promise as they were a claim. She would never be alone, never unsafe, as long as Khal was there. “Now say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. I’m yours, Khal, and you’re mine, too.”
A fierce grin split his face, and he pushed with his hips. He didn’t go slowly or even tenderly. No, this was a raw possession, a brand on her body and soul. And as her walls stretched to accommodate his size and length, sensations rushed through her body, clearing her mind of thoughts.
Again, Khal pumped his thick, hard shaft into her soft walls, hard and fast, the blows punishing. Pleasure mounted inside Hazel’s body as her greedy channel sucked and squeezed. Her eyes closed instinctively and she fell back on the mattress, moving her hips in tandem with Khal’s pounding.
“Look at me.” His voice was hoarse, the thin veil of civilization gone. Hazel opened her eyes and got lost in a sea of blue so intense, she knew she would never swim out of it. A few more harsh thrusts, with her hips rising to meet his blows, and the pleasure mounted, coming to a point where there was no other option but to scream. She opened her mouth, then couldn’t control herself.
