A Mate's Revenge(26)
Bullshit. He wouldn’t accept that.
Taking her face in both hands, he pressed his mouth to hers, prying her lips open to accept his tongue. Moaning at her taste, he backed her against the wall, dominating her in the most delicious way. But she gave as much as she took. Her tongue tangled with his, her teeth sucking and nipping at his bottom lip.
Fuck. A kiss had never felt so erotic.
He didn’t stop, he couldn’t, not even to say what he needed to say. His thumb moved to the corner of her mouth where he could feel their connection, the way they moved together, the press forward and the retreat. The licking and biting. The hot, sweet breath mixing.
He was dying. Happily fucking dying.
Isabesh’s hands twisted in his hair, pulling him closer. As if she wanted him to devour her. She wanted this. Whether she ever admitted it or not. But he needed her to admit it. Or, if nothing else, he needed to make himself clear.
With a growl, Cael broke away.
“See this?” He sucked gently on the bite mark he’d left when he claimed her. “This isn’t a fucking collar. This is a promise. From me to you, that I’ll never hurt you, not on purpose. That I’ll care for you always. A promise, Isa. Don’t you get it? I love what is mine. I care for what is mine. My pack, my female. My family. You don’t owe me anything. Not even an answer. But know, I’ll always keep you safe. Even when you don’t want me too. And if I never hear another fucking thank-you from you, it’ll be too soon.”
There was a grim set to her mouth. “I know what I want. Everything became very clear for me in the woods.”
“Tell me.” He held his breath for her answer, praying it was something that allowed them to move forward. Praying that it ended with her, finally and permanently in his arms.
“Forever. With you. That’s what I want.” Her lip trembled with vulnerability, pulling his chest tight around his heart. “And I want it more than anything.”
“Done fucking deal,” he breathed, lifting her and bracing her against the wall for his mouth. He kissed a burning hot trail from the corner of her mouth, down her jaw, nipping at the tender skin underneath her ear.
“Before I marked you, when was the last time you came?” His breath, hot against her neck, brought out delicious little chills that he traced with his tongue. “When, Isa? Tell me, now.”
“You,” she whimpered. “The last time was with you.”
He pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes. “Didn’t you ever touch yourself?”
“I didn’t want to. And I couldn’t risk Jax scenting it.”
“Your punishment,” he murmured. “You abstained as a punishment to yourself. Didn’t you?”
She hesitated. “Yes.”
“That stops now. You hear me? No more guilt between us.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“I mean it, Isa. We start over right now and we go forever. Got it?”
“Yes.”
She stared at him with so much love in her eyes he thought he’d burst from it. A dam the size of Alaska couldn’t hold all the emotion she was projecting, and he felt so fucking lucky to be on the receiving end.
Oh yes, she wanted this. And he was going to give it to her gladly.
***
Besh held her breath as Cael slowly and deliberately ran his hands down her front until he’d reached her most tender spot. She was so aroused, she had to really focus to keep from rubbing herself against his fingers. She couldn’t ever remember feeling this turned on. Not even before, when he’d showed her how to make love. Not even when she was in heat.
“You’re soaking wet, baby.” His words came between clenched teeth. “I want to take you hard, but I won’t if you’re still sore.”
Have mercy. She shivered at his words.
“I’m not sore, but…”
He paused, finding her gaze. “What is it?”
If she was going to start living the life she wanted, the life she wanted to deserve, then she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try. But only with you.”
Cael’s eyes burned with lust and curiosity as his hand moved from between her legs to grip her hip. “What is it?”
“Me, on top.”
A hoarse rumble from the back of his throat told her he was on board with the idea. He reached over, turning the shower off. “Fuck, yes. But first…”
He lifted her to straddle his waist. Besh wound her arms around his neck, and his hands gripped her thighs as he carried her from the bathroom into the bedroom totally oblivious of the water they trailed through the hall.
She’d clean it up later. Right now, she needed—wanted—Cael more than she’d ever wanted anything.