Page 41 of Until Forever Comes
“They hurt you,” Miguel said, sounding pained at the memory.
He was right, of course. The things Richie’s father said had hurt. The fact that I was no longer welcome by my own pack hurt. The knowledge that I didn’t know when or if I’d see my family again hurt. But I wasn’t ready to think about those things yet.
“I burned my tongue,” I said instead.
One side of Miguel’s mouth turned up in a grin. “You burned your tongue?”
“Uh-huh. I drank that coffee a mite too quick and got scalded.”
Miguel cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my jaw. “Let me see,” he said.
I parted my lips and stuck my tongue out.
“Oh, I see,” he said. “How about I kiss it and make it better?”
I whimpered and he smiled tenderly as he flipped his leg over my hip so he was straddling me. He cupped my cheeks and then dipped down, covering our faces in a veil of silky black hair. Then he started lapping at my tongue. Surprisingly enough, his licks seemed to make the burn less painful, like when he sealed the wounds made by his fangs. Those licks also made my shaft grow longer.
“Miguel,” I moaned.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth and moved his hands up my temples until he had tangled his fingers in my hair. I arched up as I dug my fingers into his back. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were full of heat, full of lust, and all for me.
“I want you,” I said.
He propped his forearms on either side of me and then straightened his body in a way that slid his skin against mine.
“Oh!” I cried out when his thick, hard shaft brushed alongside mine.
“I want you too,” he whispered huskily into my ear and rocked on top of me, giving us both the friction we craved.
I spread my legs wide and canted my hips up, causing his hot steel to press against my pecker, my testicles, and even the area beneath. It felt so good I nearly lost my breath.
“Ungh,” I moaned and tipped my head back, exposing the throbbing veins in my neck to my vampire.
He shot forward and pressed his lips to my exposed skin, sucking hard enough to leave yet another mark on my body. With me wiggling beneath him and his erection rubbing against me, I started to crave something we hadn’t yet tried.
“Miguel,” I said.
“Yes,” he answered.
“I want you to… do you want to….”
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned and slid his hand between my legs, rubbing his fingers up and down my crease. “I want to.”
I couldn’t respond with words, just a sound that was part moan, part whimper, and all need. Miguel kissed and bit and sucked his way down my body, pinching skin his mouth couldn’t reach with one hand while the other maintained its place in my nether regions, rubbing, exploring, and every so often penetrating my hole with thick fingers. By the time he reached my groin with his mouth, I was shaking and panting, an almost constant stream of cries and moans pouring from my mouth.
“Look at you,” he said reverently from his perch between my thighs. I looked down to see him staring at the dark purple head of my swollen shaft. “Dripping for me.” He flicked his tongue out and licked up the moisture seeping from my crown. “Taste so damn good,” he whispered, turning me on even more. “Bet you taste delicious all over.”
He dragged his tongue down my prick and over my testicles. Then he pushed my knees up until my feet were planted on the bed, cupped the globes of my backside in his large hands, and spread me apart, exposing my hidden area to him. When he dipped his face down and started licking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there, I went wild, crying out his name, grasping at the sheets, and gasping for air.
“Oh, yeah,” Miguel said with a deep chuckle. “I was right. You are delicious everywhere.”
The words stopped after that because his mouth was too busy driving me out of my ever-loving mind. The licking and sucking didn’t stop, but it did get progressively more concentrated in a certain area until finally, I felt my mate’s tongue pushing at my hole.
“Ah!” I shouted when that wet muscle entered my body, moving in and out and side to side. I grabbed for his hair, holding him in place as I pushed down and circled my hips against his face. “Yes! Oh, Lord, feels good. So good, Miguel.”
I don’t know how long my mate stayed in that position, laving my hole and playing my body like a fiddle, but by the time he pulled his lips back and pressed his fingers in, I was dripping with his saliva and desperate to be filled.
He got to his knees and lifted my legs onto his thighs, spreading me open. “I’m going in now,” he said as he placed the head of his shaft against my hole.
