A Mate's Revenge(27)

He stared into her eyes as he walked, and his erection barely hitting her core drove her insane with want.

In the bedroom, he fell onto the bed, hovering over her so he wouldn’t crush her. His muscles bulged on his thick frame. He was pure raw power. Intimidating. Demanding. And yet…

He kissed her, his tongue dipping in for the briefest moment.

“I need to taste you, Isa.” His voice was a tortured plea. “Let me?”

Her heart grew ten sizes at his consideration. He knew things were still raw inside, emotionally. The wounds of her life hadn’t yet formed scars. And even overcome with desire, he cared enough to make sure she was right there with him.

And she was. God, she was.

“You never have to ask,” she whispered. “I’m yours. Because I want to be.”

His eyes softened. “You amaze me.” Cael nuzzled her neck, kissing softly. “Simply amaze me.”

Besh’s eyes fluttered closed as she tipped her head back, giving him better access. His hand came up to cover her breast, kneading and teasing her nipple. He kissed his way down her body until he reached her other breast, giving that one attention using his hot mouth.

She moaned when his lips closed around the tightened tip, arching her back for more. His hand slipped around behind her crushing her closer to his kiss. She bucked her hips, instinctively, needing some relief from the delicious ache between her legs.

“Not yet, Isa,” he murmured. “I’m taking my time with you.”

At a torturous pace, he teased his way over her body, nipping at her ribs, dragging his lips along her belly.

“Your skin is delicious,” he rasped.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry out.

Cael moved lower, running his nose slowly along the crease of her thigh. “Your scent, baby… fuck.”

He spread her legs wide and sat back to look at her. His heated gaze, as he zeroed in on her core, set her on fire. Cael licked his lips with single-minded focus. He flicked his eyes to hers once before he dove in for a taste.

The first lick was a shock to her system. She let out a strangled gasp. But he didn’t stop. With one hand flat on her stomach and the other spreading her wide for his mouth, he worked his tongue against her folds. First softly, then relentlessly.

“Ahh.”

She couldn’t keep quiet. Her wolf writhed at the sensation of his tongue on her flesh. Her mate. Her real mate. He was hers. Only hers. If anyone ever tried to take him away…

Looking down, she saw his head moving and it brought her closer to the edge. His hair hung forward, covering his face. She reached down to sweep it aside so she could better see, because god, it was amazing. But Cael snarled against her wetness and she jerked her hand back.

“Mine,” he growled, and then went back to licking and sucking.

“I want to see,” she argued.

He paused, and she wanted to tell him never mind, keep going. But then he grabbed her hand and moved it to his head. Besh moved his hair, and the site of his mouth on her almost sent her flying. But then on the next lick, he met her eyes, watching her every reaction to him.

It was the single most erotic thing she’d every experienced in her life.

The sensations were too much. The seeing, the feeling, the needing. She exploded, coming apart inside and falling back together in a pile at Cael’s feet. A confetti cannon. Or a glitter bomb. It didn’t really matter. She floated to the ground feeling happy and whole and safe. Everything she needed.

But the best part was, they weren’t done.

***

His wolf went crazy. Isabesh’s arousal on his lips was fucking divine. Her orgasm on his tongue? There were no words miraculous enough.

He held her hips while she jerked haphazardly against his mouth. So beautiful. So fucking gorgeous.

She moaned a low, whimpering sound that made him feel like he owned the world. He’d done that. Pleasured her so much she was helpless.

When she went totally limp, he rushed up to kiss her lips. “Oh no, baby. I’m not done with you yet. We’ve got years to make up for.” He pulled her earlobe between his lips, sucking, grazing it with his teeth.

“Cael,” she breathed.

“I love your lips when they same my name.” He fused his mouth to hers, rolling onto his back and taking her with him.

She gasped, pulling back and staring into his eyes.

“Please, Isa. Don’t make me wait.”

Her eyes went wide and a tiny little coy smile slipped onto her face as she dragged her nails lightly down his chest. “Oh, but didn’t you make me wait?”

Holy shit. Her teasing him was about the sexiest and most frustrating thing he’d ever experienced. It took all his strength not to toss her on her back and pound into her.