Page 31 of Miami Heat (Urban Heat 3)

Adam opened his mouth to tell her to move back, and she spotted the overlong, sharp canines. Fascination made her reach up to touch, and Adam stopped her, the long claws circling her wrist.

“Sakura.” Her name on his tongue held a tormented quality, and she leaned into him, resting a hand on his chest. He groaned, and his cock twitched between them. She pressed closer, and he released her wrist to grasp her at the hips. Slowly, the signs of the change receded, but when he still would have pushed her back, Sakura dragged his boxers lower to free his erection. Before he could stop her, she dropped to her knees and took his length in her mouth. Salty precome coated her tongue, and she sucked him deep and then let his cock slide out. She licked the underside and circled the head with the tip of her tongue. A shudder passed over Adam. He laid a hand on her shoulder, but she refused to be put off. She held his cock at the base and looked up at him.

“You’re my mate, aren’t you?”

He swore.

“I’m going to make you come, Adam. It’s what you need, and no other woman can satisfy you like I can.” She grinned at him. “Remember that.”

“I can’t control…” He bit off his words when she put him into her mouth again. She took him deep, feeling the head touch the back of her throat. Pressing down with the roof of her mouth, she sucked hard. Adam chanted, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, Sakura!”

She palmed his ball sac and massaged them, careful to be gentle. Knowing he liked it, she let the juicy sounds of her devouring him mix with hungry moans. Adam sagged against the wall, and she followed, not letting him go. For long moments, she worked his pole, loving him, pleasuring him, and when he stiffened, and the breath hissed between his clenched teeth, she knew he was ready to blow. Seconds later, hot come filled her mouth, and she met his feverish gaze as she drank it down.

Sakura leaned away and swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. She stood. “There. Better?”

She turned away, but Adam’s arm snaked out, and he hauled her backward to his chest. He bent his knees, lining hard thighs with the backs of hers. A hip pivot brought his shaft up between her legs and into her pussy. He gave a mighty thrust, and her nether lips stretched around his thick girth. She’d just gotten him off, but he was still this hard?

Her head fell back onto his shoulder, and her eyelids fluttered closed without conscious thought. “Adam, mm.”

He thrust hard and fast, controlled as he trapped her in a steel embrace. Her feet left the floor, and she marveled at his strength, holding her while he pounded his cock home. Another orgasm began to build, and she dug her nails i

nto his arms, gasping at the powerful sensations. She climaxed, shaking, whimpering, and satisfied.

Adam walked, still holding her, no longer worried, and laid her on the bed. She was about to climb up higher, but he kept her on the edge of the bed, one knee raised and one foot on the floor. His fingers found her drenched opening, and he coated his fingers in their joint juices. He used them to push into her rear entrance, and she fell forward, all the strength having left her arms. Her mate yanked her back, rough but not painful. His cock head replaced his digits and eased into her ass. His name trembled on her lips, but she couldn’t even speak the word, the pleasure was so good. He took her over and over, a strong arm holding her up at the same time he drew her onto his shaft.

Time passed, and the sun dipped below the horizon. Adam’s desire seemed not to lessen, but then neither did hers. They stood in the shower and washed each other, made love there, and then ended up back in the bed. Around seven in the evening, Sakura escaped the headiness that was her man and sagged into a chair, naked.

“If we don’t stop, we’re going to go all night.” She looked over at him stretched out on the bed, but averted her gaze from his cock. Her mouth watered every time she saw it, and his reaction to that desire was much worse.

Adam sat up and shook his head, leaning over the side of the bed, as if he could shake off the dregs of lust. “”You’re right. Go shower. This time I’m not going with you. I can’t help myself. Whenever you get excited, I smell it, and it drives me insane. I don’t know how we’re going to stay out of bed with this kind of reaction. Not to mention you heal fast, so I can’t use the excuse that you’re too sore to make my blood cool.”

“Yeah, that is weird,” she admitted. “But good.” She walked over to the bathroom door and stopped. “Adam, thanks.”

“For?”

“For never giving up on me.”

She shut the bathroom door before he could respond and turned on the shower. A short while later, she was dressed, having cut off his temptation. Well, to a certain degree. He still gave her an appreciative once over because of the formfitting capris and low cut top. They left the hotel to head over to Deveron’s company to demand the answers Sakura sought.

Chapter Twelve

Adam started out holding Sakura’s hand across the divider as they drove to Deveron’s, but as the minutes passed, the more he fidgeted. She chatted nonstop as if she did so to distract herself from the coming meeting or from thinking of her mother. He found annoyance pinched the muscles at his nape and across his back, but rolling his shoulders did not bring relief. Sakura asked him questions, but he provided only a grunt here and there.

From the corner of his eye, he saw how she pierced him with a glare, and then she tugged her hand away. “Well, Adam?” she insisted. “Do you think it’s possible or not?”

He had no idea what she referred to. The rumbling bear in his gut seemed to want out, and his control had begun to slip. On top of that, whatever patience he maintained had snapped a few blocks back. “What?”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you even listening to me?”

“No, Sakura, I’m not,” he grunted, and her eyes widened. When the eyebrows furrowed above brown eyes snapping with fire, he knew he’d done it. “Lo siento. I don’t know what my problem is right now. I can’t keep this damn bear down.”

No sympathy came his way. “You better figure it out, because I don’t appreciate being yelled at.”

“I did not yell.” He ground his teeth, but when a Walgreen’s came into view, he made a beeline for the parking lot and threw the car in park. “I think it’s hunger. Hold on. I’m going to grab a snack.”

As he strode away, despite the door being closed and the window raised to conserve A/C, he distinctly heard her say, “Is this what I have to look forward to from now on?” He almost grinned, but hunger stirred in his stomach along with an odd itching in his scalp. Is this what I have to live with?

Opening the door to the convenience store, he hoped the itching had nothing to do with a transformation, or there were about to be a small crowd of people screaming and running for their lives. Cramped aisles displayed items he had no interest in. He came upon a shelf displaying pastries and spotted honey buns. Was there honey in them? Ignoring the nutrition facts, he glanced around and gave one of the packages a sniff. Very little, to his disappointment, and he confirmed by reading the package that they contained less than two percent dried honey. His ire rose.

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