Page 62 of Blade's Battle
“Yes,” he answered before he wrapped his arms around her, locking her against his body as he captured her mouth. It didn’t take long before her tongue was battling his with a hunger that rivaled his own. His cock strained against his jeans, tempting him to shift momentarily to shred them off of his body. Except then he would lose contact with her mouth and he wasn’t ending this kiss.
The tension drained from her body as her hands explored his back. He let her take the lead, enjoying how her fingers glided over his muscle, one at a time she needed to touch every inch of him. His wolf nearly howled at how she molded her body to his.
Blade’s hands wandered down her dress until he cupped her backside. With his left hand pressed firmly against the small of her back, he reached under her dress and squeezed her ass. She moaned into his mouth, which fueled him to press his cock against her.
“Not fair,” she said, slightly panting as she leaned her forehead against his chest.
He nipped at the side of her neck. “All’s fair. . .” His hand slipped beneath her panties and slowly drew them down her thighs.
“We shouldn’t.”
That was his own fault, for pulling away from her mouth long enough to let her protest. Tentatively, her hand glossed over the front of his jeans. He was already as hard as steel, and she meant to tease him? Hell, if she wanted to play dirty, he’d be happy to accommodate her.
Blade lowered her to the grass where he pushed the bottom of her dress up and yanked the panties down to her knees. Her breathing hitched as he cupped her mound and slid a finger into her glistening folds.
Bright blue eyes grew wide, but she gave a slight nod. His sweet Angel was trying to let go of her husband, or maybe she was simply trying to open her heart to Blade. He slid her panties over her boots and lowered his head between her legs, where he found the sweetest elixir.
Blade positioned his tongue at the bottom of her slit and in one long, slow motion licked through her wet folds, coating his tongue in her sweet essence. When he swirled his tongue around her plump nub, her delicate moans filled the air. One way or another, he’d help his Anna let go of the pain and the guilt that never should have been hers.
Her hands sank into his hair, digging her nails in as he sucked on the nub until her hips began to rise. Slowly he dragged his tongue down her entire length, dipping into her entrance. Exploring her, learning which moves drew the small breathy moans he loved to hear, and which ones caused her hips to buck, made learning his mate all the sweeter.
She was his mate, as far as he was concerned. Blood-bond be damned, she was his. He just had to convince her of that.
“That’s so good,” she moaned, and he chuckled as she spread her legs wider, giving him better access. As he sucked on her pearl, he sank two fingers into her. He loved how she writhed beneath him, how his cock pulsed and responded to her every moan, but mostly how she opened herself to him. His Angel had carried the guilt of her husband’s death for too long. She was finally learning to let go, to enjoy life again.
As Blade curled his fingers inside of her, she pushed her hips up and into his face, grinding against him. He loved being there, in her most intimate spot, drawing out the passion he knew lay hidden within her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as she ground her pussy against his face, coating him in all her juices.
He moved his hands to her ass, to pull her to him, pressing his tongue into her entrance. She thrust off the ground and clamped her knees around his head as her walls squeezed tight. He’d never felt—tasted—anything so decadent as his sweet Angel on his tongue. His face pressed into her as she claimed him with her pussy, legs, and entire body. She screamed his name more than once. Music to his ears.
When her legs finally eased, she fell back to the ground, panting. He took one last swipe with his tongue and watched her with what he suspected was as feral a look as one could have without actually being feral. He fully planned to have more of her.
“I’m enjoying my breakfast, Angel, but I believe that was only the first course.” She laughed, her face so carefree and happy he nearly spilled in his pants.
“You’re wicked, Blade.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
She shuddered, even as her hands fondled her own breasts. Oh, that was a show he would definitely watch. His cock was beyond eager to be inside her, and she was licking her lips. Oh, the choices. . . As Blade unbuttoned his jeans, he heard a cough nearby.
“Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds,” Hayden said.
Blade jumped off of Anna and stormed over to Hayden who was only twenty feet away. “You could have at least howled from a distance. I would have answered.”
“This was more fun.”
“Fucking pervert. You’re just like Drake.”
Hayden’s face darkened, and Blade instantly regretted his words. Despite being brothers, Hayden was nothing like Drake.
“Damien wants you both back at his place,” Hayden said before shifting.
“I didn’t mean it!” Blade shouted, but Hayden had already shot off, nothing but a white blur in the distance. “Hell.”
Anna approached from behind. Her cheeks were flushed, partly from embarrassment, he gathered, given how she averted her eyes. “Being with you, out here, was. . . nice, Blade.”
Nice?
