Page 24 of Healing His Darkness
“Don’t get me wrong I get why you asked him, hell I’d probably try to do the same thing if the roles were reversed. But what you’re asking him to do will most definitely get him killed.” Rooster smiles sadly at me before taking a seat on my rock. When I look over to where Brody was, he’s gone, like he was never there.
“I’m not some meek and mild girl that will sit at home barefoot pregnant and in the kitchen waiting for you to slay all the demons for me.” I move to stand in front of him; hands on my hips letting him know I’m serious.
“Oh baby, I know you aren’t meek and mild by any means. You are so far from those two things it’s not even funny. I knew you were up to something almost immediately, because you agreed too easily. Now do you want to tell me what your plan was, or should I guess from the conversation I just listened to?” He reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist bringing me flush against his body sending my body into overdrive as usual.
17
ROOSTER
George doesn’t know how close her brother came to losing his life. My beast was ready to rip him to shreds for even contemplating biting her. I knew he was close to giving in to his sister, which was why I finally interrupted them. Brody took no time hightailing it out of there, probably because he knew I was barely holding my animal back.
Claim her now!
For once I’m not arguing with my animal, we need to claim her, mark her as ours. It’s a primal need that even I feel at the moment.
Listening to her plan makes me cringe on the inside, because she was willing to put herself within reach of Rodney with no back up. I know she needs to feel like she’s not being rescued, but I need to keep her as far away from Rodney as possible.
Pulling her up onto the rock with me, her legs straddling me makes me rock hard. I feel the heat emanating from her, I can smell her arousal, and it’s making me crazy with need. All thoughts of waiting until Rodney is out of the picture vanish as she rotates her hips causing both of us to groan.
“Fuck George.” I bite my lip; my hands clutch her hips tightly as my back bows arching into her.
“Yes.” She says breathlessly, sitting up, grinding against my cock. A growl passes my lips as I flip her over on the rock, rocking my hips into her. Her sexy mewls unravel the last shred of my restraint and I capture her lips with mine.
Our hands get tangled as we strip each other bare. If I thought George in clothes was sexy as fuck, naked George is like a work of art. Her breasts are high and pert with dusty nipples that beg for my lips to be on them. The way her waist slopes inward then flares out at her hips, makes it a perfect spot for me to hold her.
“Jesus George you are beautiful. If I die tomorrow this is the image that will be burned into my soul.” Running my hand down the center of her body, I try to memorize all the tiny details that make her up. The tiny mole near her navel, the way her body flushes pink with my touch, the way her breath stutters at my touch.
My fingers trace slow circles around her navel before making their way down to my final destination. She parts her legs for me as my fingers trail downward. A hungry growl comes from deep inside when I see how wet she is. Parting her folds, I dip down to run my tongue along her slit, her back arches, and fuck me she tastes delicious.
“Rooster.” My name is a whispered plea against her lips. If she thought this was going to be quick, I’m about to show her how wrong she is.
“Do you have any idea what I would have done if you let him bite you?” I nip at the inside of her thigh bringing a gasp from her lips, head shaking side to side. Gripping her wrists in one hand above her head I use my other hand to swirl circles against her little pearl bud that has her arching into me moaning my name.
“Rooster, please.” Her breathy moan causes my cock to harden to granite. She’s my undoing, my weakness, my strength, and my foundation all wrapped in one sexy as hell package.
“Not yet sweetness, I need to hear you scream my name first.” She lets out an aggravated huff, a smile playing on her lips. Sliding my fingers through her wetness I find her center. Her reaction is almost instant, her back arching, her pussy grabbing my finger with a death grip.
“Oh god!” She moans, as she rides my finger.
“Not my name sweetheart, try again.” Adding another finger, I curl them just a little until I hit that little bundle of nerves.
“Oh. Oh. Oh fuck!” Her inner muscles start to flutter, she’s so close I can taste it. She just needs a little more stimulation to get her over the edge. Latching onto her nipple, I give it a little bite and she comes apart in my arms.
“Rooooster! FUCK!” Her screams can probably be heard all the way back at the house, and I give zero fucks. Watching her come undone is magical, pure, and all-consuming to my soul.
“That’s it baby, give it all to me.” Reaching for my beard, she pulls me toward her until our lips are connected. This connection is more than anything I’ve ever experienced. If I had any doubts before that she’s my mate they went right out the window. She’s my everything, the balm to all my broken pieces, her touch healing me.
“That was, that was.” I smirk down at her knowingly and she swats my chest huffing out a laugh.
“That’s just the appetizer. Are you ready for the main course?” Biting her lip she nods, running her hand down my body. Wrapping her fingers around me, she gives me a tight squeeze stroking me from root to stem making me groan.
Her eyes never leaving mine she guides me to her center, using her juices she rubs me against her opening moaning. Not breaking eye contact, I slowly slide into her molten lava filled core, both of us groaning when I bottom out.
“Fuck me.” Touching my forehead to hers I take in a few deep breaths trying to gain control over my over sensitized body. When she rolls her hips against me, I grip them tightly and she pouts up at me, a mischievous smile on her lips.
“Don’t move woman, you’re already killing me with this pussy of yours.” Her whole body starts to shake with laughter.
“My pussy is killing?” Pulling me by my beard to her lips, she asks.
