Page 104 of Shielded Heart 1
Samantha leaned closer and brushed her lips over the tip ofhis cock. Her eyes were dark and hungry. “It helps when the student is so eager.”
Her lips slid over him, and she sucked him deep into her hot, wet mouth. A hiss ripped from this throat. The gentle scrape of her teeth sent delightful jolts through his shaft.
He whispered something—it might have been her name, or it might have been a wordless utterance of pleasure—and reached forward. His fingers felt oddly clumsy as he removed the tie from her hair and spread her dark locks about her shoulders. He slipped his hands into her hair and grazed his fingertips along her scalp, transfixed by the way her lips stretched around his cock.
When she rolled her tongue—stroking the sensitive nodules along his shaft and pulling him deeper still—Arcanthus couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. His grip on her hair tightened, and his head tipped back. He feared any more would make his knees buckle, but he didn’t want her to stop.
He never wanted her to stop.
“Fuck, you’re good at that, my flower,” he rasped.
She moaned, slid her hand from his hip to his ass, grasped the underside of his tail, and squeezed.
A strange, thrilling sensation arced up his spine, and his lower belly clenched, increasing the building pressure in his cock. He growled, and his hips bucked; he felt his tendrils stirring, felt them preparing to spread apart for his fast-approaching climax.
Samantha suddenly pulled her mouth away and stood, shoving her leggings down and kicking them aside. She pulled her shirt off over her head before crawling onto the bed, and—on hands and knees—presented her curvy ass and glistening sex to him.
Arcanthus shuddered, clamped a hand around the base of his shaft, and swiftly crossed the space separating them. Heplaced his free hand on her hip, positioned the tip of his cock against her center, and thrust into her.
“Arc…” Samantha gasped, pushing back against him, her sex clamping around his shaft.
Her heat nearly undid him. He bent forward, bracing himself with one hand on the bed, and drew in a deep breath. The air was perfumed with her intoxicating scent.
Keeping one hand on her hip, he straightened and ran the other up her spine, twining his fingers in her hair. He grasped the strands and pulled her head back as he gyrated his hips. He used his hold on Sam to tug her into his thrusts, slamming their flesh together, burying himself ever deeper. The tightness of her sex was amplified by the new position; before long, the pressure in him had risen to impossible heights, and his breath was ragged.
He pushed himself faster, harder, his eyes fixed on the sensuous flare of her hips, on the graceful curve of her spine, on the quivering flesh of her ass—on the erotic way his cock glided in and out of her, glistening with her slick.
Her body suddenly tensed. She gasped, her breathy moans rising in volume as she came; the tremors running through her sex were more than he could resist.
Arching his back, Arcanthus roared. His tendrils split apart and grabbed hold of her soft inner flesh, spreading her open inside, and his seed flowed into her in great spurts that coincided with the waves of pleasure blasting through him. He snarled, baring his teeth and grinding against his mate, unable to get close enough to her.
When the waves finally faded, leaving him shuddering, he eased his hold on her hair. Samantha sagged down and laid her cheek on the blanket. Arcanthus leaned over her, gently kissing her ear, her neck, her back and shoulders, sampling that enticing, salty taste, worshipping her with his lips. Unwilling tomove away, he remained in that position even after his tendrils released her.
Panting, she reached up and brushed her fingers along his horn and into his hair. She hummed softly, lips curving into a smile as he rained kisses upon her.
“You, by far, surpass my standards,” Samantha murmured.
Arcanthus grinned against her shoulder. “Was there ever any question?”
She wiggled her ass, sending another pulse of ecstasy through him. “I had my doubts.”
“You shouldn’t tell lies, little terran.”
“The truth is…you’re the most wonderful thing to have ever happened to me. And I…” Something had changed in her tone, and her body stiffened; her playful air had vanished in an instant.
Arcanthus gently withdrew from Samantha and rolled onto the bed, lying on his side next to her to look her in the eyes. There was a tightness in his chest, a heat that had nothing to do with their joining, a cloying sense of uncertainty and anticipation. “You what, Samantha?”
She glanced away briefly before turning onto her side to face him fully. She looked worried, looked vulnerable, like she was bracing herself for coming pain.
“I love you,” she said quickly.
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected her to say—anything else, perhaps. Anything but those words.
And yet he knewthey were the right words. They somehow encompassed all of it—everything he felt from her, everything he feltforher—despite their simplicity. Those words sank deep into his core, into his heart, and radiated warmth throughout his body, even into the flesh of limbs he no longer possessed. He’d been foolish to think having his mate was the pinnacle of satisfaction, the peak of happiness.
Because having his mate’slovelifted him to heights that shouldn’t have been possible.
Arcanthus smoothed the hair back from her face, staring into the unfathomable depths of her eyes. “I love you too, Samantha.”
