Page 20 of Soulmates
I know in my bones he’s wrong.
Before I can marshal another argument, David runs his tongue along the crease in mypalm. We have theroom for at least another night and, well, if this is going to be his last night of freedom, I guess I can’t expect him to waste it.
I get a better grip on his head and pull him closer, pressing his face against my chest and running both hands over his bare skin. He’s so warm. Even though I’ve fed, he still has fifteen degrees on me. His skin is smooth and velvety, his body compact, muscular, hard.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs. He pulls up my shirt and puts an openmouthed kiss on my belly. “How’s your stamina, vampire? Can you last as long as they say?”
I shove him down, jamming his face into my groin. “Try me.”I’m not cocky enough to thinkfucking him will change his mind, but I’m hoping something will.
I pull my shirt off, and he works on my belt. His toenails are painted a deep aqua, the color of the ocean just before dawn, andfor some reason, that makes me smile.Surprise. I’m notbeyond feelings for anything or anybody. This pretty wolf-man hasme by the ’nads in more ways than one. Then his mouth hits my cock, and I forget about details and colors and fear.
He takes me deep, the muscles of his throat massaging the head of my cock. I shift my hips, a tentative movement, andhe wraps his hand around the base of my shaft. He uses his grip to set the tempo, and my hips fall in line.
This is good, so good my knees get weak.I thrust and his cheeks hollow, sending pleasure spiraling from my spine to my ass to my balls. He’s taking me fast. Too fast. I pull back, and his gasp turns into laughter.
“So much for stamina.”
“Shut up.” I shove my jeans down and step out of them. “Why don’t you show me that pretty ass up close?”
He walks backward on his knees, gets on all fours, and pivots around. I run my hands over the perfect round globes, kneading the dense muscles. He’s shivering, and I brush his crease with my thumb, bringing a moan.
“Come on and fuck me.” His voice is tight, twisted.
“In a minute.” I bend forward and run my nose along his skin. He smells good, rich, his flowery lotion balanced by the wildness of his wolf. I flick his crease with my tongue.
“Shit.”
I flick again, then lick, spreading his cheeks so I can hit his taint.I school my lips to cover my incisors, because one little scratch will blow my control all to hell.His balls are full and heavy, and except for the patch of pubes around his cock, he’s shaved bare. I lick and suck and bite, working everything excepthis tight little asshole.
I’m teasing myself as much as I’m teasing him.
“Just fuck me,” he whines.
“No.” I rub the flat of my tongue over his hole. I don’t know what I’m doing. I try to tellmyself that when a naked man—a beautiful, naked, man—asks me for sex, of course I’ll say yes, but in the pit of my belly, Isuspectthis is more than two bodies rubbing together.
And I know he’s in trouble if he goes alone to meet the pack’s Delta.
Once I start on David’shole, I can’t stop.My tongue digsat the tight muscle, forcing itto relax.
“Come on.” He’s got that whine thing going on again, and I stab my tongue harder. The muscle is softening, so I add my index finger, getting it wet with spit and advancing to the first knuckle.He’s rocking back and forth, whimpering. My own cock is hard, dripping precum on the bedspread.
“This feels so good, Traj, but I need your big dick, baby.”
Traj?That’s as close as he’s come to my name. To reward him, I reach for the lube. I get myself all slicked up, then nudge his hole with the head of my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Put it in there.” His elbows buckle and his ass lifts. I ease in half an inch, then a whole inch, then two. He’s so hot and so tight, for a minute I worryI may not be able to hold off.
But only for a minute.I start pounding, and damn, he feels good.
“Fuck.” Theword has a heavy helping of growl in it.
“Like that?” My dick’s got a mind of its own, and it’s moving my hips faster and harder.
Instead of answering, he reaches for one of my hands, breaking the bruising grip I have on his thigh. “Here,” he gasps, and wraps my fingers around his cock.
I lean forward, which shortens my thrust and changes the angle.He’s ironwrapped in velvet, and I stroke him in time with my hips. He grunts each time I slam into him, encouraging me to go faster, faster and harder, so fast and so hard, I really might lose it.
Hell, I’m already lost.
