Page 12 of Saving Penny
His beast rumbled in his chest, wanting to mark her, to leave proof that she belonged to him. It did something for his wolf to be able to show that their woman carried their mark.
Her eyes met his as she reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. He moved his face to the crook of her neck, running his tongue along her skin. His beast snarled, loving the taste of his woman. He tucked his fingers into her yoga pants and pulled them down.
“These need to come off or I’ll rip them off,” he demanded against her neck. She quickly lifted up to help him drag her pants and panties down, hopping on one leg to shake them off before plopping back on him. He widened his legs, causing hers to spread open, exposing her fully to him. He nipped the skin on her neck and soothed it with his tongue as he slipped a finger between her moist folds.
In due time, his mark would grace her skin.
“Yes,” she groaned as he slid his finger along her slick, swollen nub.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, massaging her clit. “Is all of this for me?” he asked, slipping his finger into her tight core.
It slid in easily, her sweetness coating his finger. Her tight walls contracted on his finger as he gently withdrew it. He massaged her clit with his thumb as he trailed his finger along her labia. His eyes were captivated by the emotions that played out on her face, and her hips began moving in rhythm with his hand.
“Oh my God, yes. This is for you,” she moaned as her head fell back, leaving her hair to cascade down her back. “All of it.”
“Can I have it?”
“Take it. Please, Drake.” Her breaths were coming fast as he increased the pace of his thumb on her sensitive flesh. “Just fuck me, please.”
“Take me out of my pants,” he growled, unable to take his eyes off of her. He would not deny her a request, especially such as the one she just made. Her fingers fumbled as she reached for his sweatpants. She yanked on them as he lifted up, easily lifting her weight with his.
“You don’t have on any underwear.” She gasped as he broke free from the restrictive pants. Her eyes flew to his with her discovery.
“I hate them,” he murmured, not letting up on her clit. He took his free hand and brought her face to his, making her look at him. “I don’t have any protection here.”
“I’m protected. I get a shot every few months, and I’m clean. It’s been a while since my last partner,” she admitted, a red flush appearing on her cheeks.
“I don’t carry diseases,” he admitted. It was the truth. Shifters were not susceptible to human viruses or diseases. He had to ensure though that she was protected because shifters had been known to sire children with humans. He tried to inhale enough of her scent to sense if she was ovulating. He didn’t detect anything and knew that she was not fertile at this time. He had to be sure, not wanting to just trust man-made medications to prevent pregnancy against his shifter seed.
She nodded her head as she lifted herself over him, holding onto his shoulders. With one hand on her ass and the other on his cock, he slowly guided her down onto his length. He gathered her to him, fighting to move. He needed to ensure that she would accommodate his thick width.
He released a curse as she moaned and rocked her hips.
“Penny, are you okay?” he hissed around his fangs that descended on their own. He was close to losing control of himself. The feel of her wet heat wrapped around him had him ready to pound away into her, but he knew that because she was a human, he could hurt her. He would be damned if he caused harm to her. He would never be able to forgive himself if he caused her pain.
The moan that was ripped from her chest was all the answer he needed. He controlled all movements, easily lifting her up and bringing her back down on him. Her moisture coated him, allowing him to slide deeper inside of her core. She wrapped her arms around his neck as if to hold on, and he widened his legs as he increased the pace. He grunted as her muscles tightened around him. Her plump mounds slid across his chest as she helped him move her along his cock.
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air. He growled, nestling his face into he crook of her neck. She threw her head back, putting her neck on display. He trailed his fangs along her flesh, tempted to just go ahead and sink them into her soft skin to mark her, but he pulled back.
“Drake!” she gasped as she rotated her hips, drawing him deeper before she lifted up on her own and slid down on him.
He reached down and found her slick nub and began massaging it again. She was close to her orgasm, and he locked his eyes on her, not wanting to miss anything. He wanted to see her unravel and let go.
“Penny, let go,” he growled, wanting her to release first before he did.
“God, I’m almost there,” she cried out as he applied more pressure to her clit. She slammed herself down on him, causing him to curse. He was close, and felt the familiar feeling of his balls drawing up tight.
“Penny, come now,” he growled, pinching her flesh. He didn’t want to release without her.
She cried out his name as her walls clamped down on his cock, milking him for everything he had. He roared as his release slammed into him. Gripping her ass hard, he pushed as far as he could inside of her, shooting his seed deep.
She chanted his name as her body went limp against him. He held her tight, not wanting to withdraw from her quite yet as they both attempted to calm down. Finally, she drew quiet as he continued to hold her against his chest, the sound of her heart beat calming him. She slowly sat up and brushed her hair away from her face, a large grin spread across her lips.
“I think we got that perfected.”
Penny staredat Drake as he slept. She was deliciously sore between her legs and smiled. Flashes of their lovemaking came to mind, leaving her with questions, and her smile slowly faded. There was something about Drake that was different. Something that she knew would sound crazy if she spoke it aloud. If she asked, he would probably have her committed to the loony house.
In the day that they had been together, she noticed a hint of an English accent would appear when he spoke, and last night, she would have sworn he had fangs. The feel of his teeth dragging along her skin gave her chills even now. Was she going crazy? He couldn’t be what she thought he was. That would be preposterous. Vampires didn’t exist.
