Page 77 of Blood Bearon
“I’m supposed to be mad at you,” she countered.
Khove smiled. Her words said one thing, but the arch of her back and the sway of her upper body said otherwise. He stifled a groan as her rear brushed back into him, naturally finding its way directly in front of his hips. So taut…so firm.
“Let me apologize then,” he growled directly into her ear, and let his hands drop from her shoulders to explore the rest of her body. “I’m sure I can make it up to you.”
Rach giggled at the corniness of the lines, bringing a smile to his mouth, but she didn’t stop him. The push of her hips grew stronger, a wordless, verbal acceptance of his terms.
Khove wrapped his hands around her hips and tilted them forward, digging his thumbs deep into her lower back as she bent forward. “Is this how you normally give lower back massages?” she teased, arms outstretched in front of her, resting on the back of the couch, ass pressing back into his crotch.
“Only for you,” he returned, digging a knuckle of his thumb in deep and running it up the left side of her spine.
Rachel’s eyes rolled back into her head and she fell silent while he duplicated the move on the other side. “Damn, that feels really good,” she half-moaned. “I’m not sure I want you to stop, but I also want you to continue what you were working toward. Oh, the decisions.”
He snorted playfully. “You’re so hard done by, aren’t you?”
“First-world problems indeed. Do whatever you want to me,” she whispered, eyes closed. “Just keep your hands on me. I want to feel you.”
Closing his hands around her waist, he pulled Rach in tight. Her hips moved from side to side with slow, purposeful precision, a beautiful agony that was making it hard for him to stay civil. All Khove wanted to do was rip the clothes from her body and ravish her. The urge was growing stronger with every passing moment, every sway of her body against his. The thunder in his chest was growing stronger.
“Rach,” he growled, a half-protest, half-ask for permission.
“Take me,” she moaned. “Please.”
Khove nearly tore the shirt as he slid fingers up both sides of her ribcage, slipping the black sleeved shirt over her head, not bothering with the buttons. There was no time. Heneededher.
From there, he fumbled with her belt while Rachel let her bra fall free. Khove got the belt undone at nearly the same time, and in a handful of seconds she was naked and at his mercy.
“Oh,” she gasped as he bent her over again, feeling the waiting wetness between her legs, and adding to it as he ran his fingers around and over her clit, gently at first, but in slowly increasing speed.
The sight of Rachel, hands outstretched and resting on the couch, ass presented to him, and completely naked, was something Khove would never forget. There was something carnal about it. A deep-seated knowledge that by opening herself to him like this, Rachel was well and truly declaring herselfhison a level neither of them truly understood.
Rachel was clearly affected the same. If the volume of her moans, uninhibited by any thoughts of others who might hear wasn’t a sure sign, the sopping wet mess between her legs was a dead giveaway. Khove moved slightly to stand more at her side, giving himself a better angle to rub her clit.
A hand closed around his hard cock without warning, and Khove jerked in surprise, so focused was he on not breaking the rhythm of his fingers. It was harder to concentrate with her stroking his shaft, and his forehead crinkled with effort. He was rewarded with first a single shudder, and then a violent shaking as Rachel came in his hands.
Growling in delight, he wasted no time, stepping up behind her while she was still coming down. Rachel didn’t stop him. Quite the opposite, he watched as she wordlessly pushed her ass out just that little bit farther, an invitation for him to enter.
He ran one hand over the soft curve of her cheeks, admiring her body, drinking in the visuals. That was what truly turned him on, watching her writhe and bounce, and listening to all the sounds she made as he pleasured his mate. There was nothing better.
Entering her slowly, Khove teased her, staying just out of reach until she started asking for more, at which point he ever so slowly would push deeper. By the time he was all the way inside her, Rachel was a panting, moaning mess who came on his cock without any other stimulation. The simple act of filling her was enough, and Khove grabbed her hips and held on tight as she shuddered over and over again, calling out his name non-stop.
“Khove,” she gasped one last time, falling forward to rest her shoulders on the couch. “Not sure how much longer I can stand.”
He moved with her, the only thing keeping her up being the couch and his grip on her waist. Holding his mate still, Khove moved his hips, doing all the work. It was worth it. For Rachel, anything was worth it.
“Apology fucking accepted!” she yelped at one point after recovering enough strength to stand on her own. Khove had used that freedom to lean over her, pushing one hand down between her legs. In a second, she came again, so hard he felt her tighten around him.
Khove grunted, the unsuspecting pressure nearly stripping him of self-control. He’d never had this issue before, but there was something about Rachel, about beingwithRachel that amplified his every nerve ending until he could barely control himself. The intensity stripped him of anything resembling true stamina, and yet, she didn’t care.
“Harder,” Rachel gasped, pushing back against him.
“If I do that, I’ll—”
“Good. That’s what I want,” she said, gripping the couch harder, resisting his thrusts. “Don’t hold back.”
Khove mentally shrugged and gave her what she wanted. His hips slapped hard into hers, and Rachel went wild. Moans became cries, wordless and worded, blending together and pulling him in until he was grunting and groaning as well, thrusting with heedless abandon against his mate.
She shifted slightly, freeing up one arm. Khove tightened as he felt the tips of her fingers brush against him while she played with herself. “Please finish,” she begged, her body stiffening, walls tightening around his cock.
