Page 109 of The Mating Game
“I think everything about you is something I want to remember,” I answer quietly.
Her nose does in fact wrinkle with her wide grin, her arms looping around my neck as she pulls me in for a kiss. I can’t seem to remember the time when I was afraid of this, of giving her this piece of me, worrying that if I did, I might not get it back. Now I seem to be content with throwing her every piece she can hold, consequences be damned.
Her tongue tangles with mine as she buries her fingers in my hair, and I can almost taste the sweet scent of her blooming in the air around us, so thick it threatens to suffocate me, but I would happily let it. I trace the curves and planes of her with my hands as I plunder her mouth, my lashes fluttering closed as I try to memorize every slope, every dip with my fingers. I feel the way she starts to rock in my lap, asking for something without words, her kisses becoming just a little more frantic, her touches just a little more eager.
I think I don’t recognize it at first, because the scent and taste ofher are hypnotizing, consuming. I don’t see it for what it is until I feel the heat between her legs pressing against my flannel pajama bottoms, so hot it threatens to melt me. I hear a whimper in the back of her throat that I catch with my tongue, and I feel her body stiffen when she makes that sound again, pulling away from me with that dazed look, but it’s sharper now. More in focus. Or maybe it just feels that way, because she looks…hungry.
“Hunter,” she rasps, rocking her hips again. “I feel…”
I take a deep breath, the scent of warm cinnamon and baked fruit reaching so deep into my senses I seem to be drowning in them, and I know at this moment that we don’t have any more time. Despite the fact that everyone will most likely be returning soon, even if I share this with her, and there’s a good chance I’ll have to let her go…none of it will stop what’s coming.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her. “I’m not going anywhere.”
There’s not a place on this earth that could entice me away.
25
Tess
I thought Iknew what to expect when it came to all this heat business, but I’m quickly realizing that every incident before this one was…mild. They must have been, because it suddenly feels like my body has caught fire. I gasp for breath as the inferno rages through me, my pajamas feeling like they’re too tight, too scratchy, like I need to get themoff.
“Need these off,” I hiss, tearing at my top.
“Shh,” Hunter soothes, taking over my futile efforts and easing the cotton over and off me. “You’re okay. I’m here.”
“It burns,” I groan, clasping my arms around my middle. “Ithurts, Hunter.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he says gently. “I’m here.”
He seems too calm for this, considering I feel like I’m bursting at the seams, but when I catch sight of his eyes as he urges me to sit up so he can start helping me out of my pajama bottoms, there’s a wildness there that betrays his placid demeanor. Almost like he’s holding back for my sake.
When I’m blessedly naked, I become wholly irritated that Hunter isn’t in a similar state, so I shove at his shirt to try and forceit off of him, but he takes over that task too. My eyes feel heavy-lidded as he pulls away from me to continue stripping down to nothing, and it isn’t until he’s fully bared to me that I get some relief from the frenetic energy that’s pulsing inside me, my body seeming to take this as a sign of impending relief.
“Hunter,” I whimper, barely recognizing my own voice as a cramp tears through me. “I need you.”
“I know you do,” he hums, gathering me in his arms and pulling me against him before turning to spread me out over the mound of blankets and pillows lining the bottom of the tent. “I know exactly what you need.”
His kiss is gentle when he curls his big body over me to press his lips to mine, but in my current state, it feels like that isn’t enough. I nip at his lower lip like some sort of animal—and under different circumstances I might find that funny—but right now, all I can think about is the ache between my legs and deep down in my belly, begging for some sort of satisfaction. Satisfaction that I’m starting to understand only he can give me.
I gasp when I feel his cock slot between my legs, so thick and hard already that it steals my breath, I want it so much. “Please,” I beg, hardly even recognizing my own voice. “Please, Hunter.”
“Fuck, Tess,” he rasps. “The way you smell right now…” He lifts his head, that same wildness in his eyes, the pupils so enlarged they nearly swallow his irises. “You need my knot, don’t you, omega?”
“Please,” I plead again, my nails digging into his sides as I try to pull him back down to me. “Need you.”
“I told you,” he says, his voice gravelly and low and seeming to reach right between my legs like a caress. His large hands circle my waist, gripping me tight as his thumbs span across my belly, stroking there. “I knowexactlywhat you need.”
My head tilts back and my mouth gapes open when he starts to push inside me, stretching me with a wonderful burn of a different kind—one that is almost enough to distract me from the fire licking at my skin. Almost.
Hunter takes his time inching inside me, his pace too slow for my liking, but if I close my eyes, I can focus on the hot length of him filling me, and he bites at my lower lip roughly as I cling to his hips. He never takes his hands off my waist, keeping a tight hold on me and almost pinning me down as he goes just a little deeper.
“So wet,” he says on a sigh, and when I open my eyes, I catch him staring down between us as he bottoms out. “So fuckinghotinside.”
“Feels so good,” I whine. “More. I need more.”
“You need more?” His thumb skims along my belly as he stirs his hips. “You need me to fuck this pretty pussy?”
“Please,” I mewl, my vision blurring and my embarrassment at begging flying out the window. “Please move.”
