Page 49 of Guarding the Doctor
She took a leap, flying through the air and somehow landing on her hands and knees with me underneath her. She lowered herself slowly, then brought her lips to mine. When she licked along the seam of my lips, I opened for her with a sigh of pleasure. Her tongue swooped in, tangling with mine.
As we kissed, she slid one thigh between mine, rubbing it against my mound with firm pressure.
“That feels good,” I gasped. “Keep doing that.”
I could feel her wetness on my hip as she ground against me, using her thigh to create friction bring me pleasure.
“How do you feel about strap-ons?” she asked against my throat.
“I’m not opposed. Do you have one?”
“No.”
“Maybe we can get one at Target,” I suggested.
Her head shot up to stare at me. “You can get sex toys at Target?”
I laughed. “Well, probably not a strap-on. But I know a good shop we can visit.” I lifted my head and nipped her chin. “Later. Tonight we’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.”
Darla grabbed my hands, bringing them up to either side of my head, palms up. Her hands came to mine, pressing them against the bed and using them for leverage as she continued to grind her muscular thigh against my pussy. The pressure was exquisite, and I could feel my body barreling towards orgasm quickly.
One thing was wrong though.
“I want us to come at the same time,” I pouted.
She shifted slightly, digging her toes into the mattress and sliding her pussy against my leg before sliding upward to slide her thigh against my core, bringing us both pleasure.
“We will, mate. We will.”
Her words were slightly garbled and when I glanced up at her, I realized that her lips were a darker red now, her fangs in stark contrast, the whites of her eyes turning red.
“I see you,” I whispered to her inner vampire. “You want to mark me, don’t you?”
Darla’s movements slowed. “I won’t mark you,” she said. “Not until you’re ready.”
She winced as if she was in pain.
“What?”
“My vamp is clawing up my insides,” she admitted. “Usually we’re pretty much in sync, but she’s not happy about waiting.”
“Then don’t wait,” I said.
I watched a series of emotions chase across her face. “What are you saying?”
“When I saw you laying on the floor in that lab and I wasn’t sure if you were dead or alive, I was kicking myself for not telling you that I love you.”
“What?” she repeated, as if she thought she’d misheard me.
“I love you and I want to be your mate. I want you to mark me.”
She looked like she couldn’t believe her ears. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I’m looking forward to having the increased oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin from the mate bond. And better immunity. Do you know how many germs I get exposed to in the ER?”
She gave me a long look, then shook her head, giving me a rueful smile. “My life will not be boring with you, will it?”
“Never,” I said. “Now quit messing around and make me come.”
