“What?” Robin shoved him away, and he fell back on the mat, laughing.
“I thought that would get your attention, since you’re all about getting attention tonight.” He had a silly laugh, almost a giggle. It was the first time she’d heard it; she would’ve remembered. Yeah, it was sexy coming from him.
“So did that qualify as feeding? I mean there has to be more to it than that.”
He smiled up at her, and there was nothing silly about his chuckle or the dark undercurrent of need in his eyes. “No, that wasn’t a true feeding. Actually, creating a mating bond requires a blood exchange, so you’d have to taste me as well as the feeding and fucking.”
“Then we’re not in danger of repeating history?”
“No, because I’m not going to feed from you, as badly as I want to. Just that taste . . .” His eyes lightened at the memory, which corresponded with the tightening Robin felt in her gut. He’d felt the magic as strongly as she had. “I don’t know what it would do to us, a full feeding, and we have to be able to move fast if anything happens.”
When something happened. There was no doubt in Robin’s mind that events were escalating.
She crawled toward him and stretched out on top of him, her arms slipping beneath his so she could prop on her elbows. “You aren’t feeding from me, and I don’t plan to bite you, at least not hard enough to draw blood. That leaves one option on the table.”
His hands rested on her waist for only a second before he slid one hand between them and touched her. Finally touched her where she’d needed him all night. She’d thought the sensation had passed, but the barest pressure of his fingers and the need for him roared to life inside her.
“The look on your face right now is something I will dream about,” he murmured, rolling them over again and jerking her shirt over her head. “And these. I’ve already dreamt of these.”
His mouth latched onto one breast, sucking so hard she thought she might die of pleasure or her nipple might come off, and she didn’t really care which as long as he didn’t stop. He released it with a gasp and looked at his handiwork. “Beautiful, red. Too much?”
She couldn’t speak, just shook her head. “Then I should make the other one match, yes?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
God, what a talented mouth. Robin threw her head back and just felt. Gave her brain permission to vacate the premises, as she began to slowly rock against him. Clothes, damn it. Too many clothes.
Cage released her breast with a pop. “Nicely matched now.”
“Take off your fucking sweater.” She clawed at the fabric, tugging it up, up, until he finally grasped it and jerked it over his head while she moved to the buttons on her jeans.
“Stand up. I want to see you.” Cage lifted her off him, leaving her little choice but to stand. He shook back that glorious hair and kept his gaze pinned to hers as he finished unbuttoning the jeans, sliding them down her hips, latching his fingers onto her panties along the way.
Only when they got far enough for her to step out of them did he lower his gaze. She heard his breath hitch, followed by a soft curse.
“I shave it, just in case you think shifters don’t have hair down south,” she said, loving the way his eyes caressed her, and she adjusted her stance with her legs farther apart to accommodate his exploring fingers. “It also makes me feel . . . oh . . .”
He replaced his fingers with his mouth, sucking hard on her clit the way he’d caught her breasts. Robin cried out when her knees gave way, but he wrapped his arms around her and lowered her to the mat, never stopping his assault with lips and tongue and fingers until she wasn’t sure what was moving where, only that it was building and building and she heard herself cry out with a primitive plea that bypassed her brain entirely.
And then he stopped. Blew warm air on her clit until she shivered and ached. God, how she ached for him.
Emptiness, then cool air. “Damn it, you can’t . . .” She propped up on her elbows and stopped breathing at the sight of him, the hard planes of his body in the gentle play of the lights, and his own jeans on the floor next to hers. His cock was long and ready for her, and she liked that at least a little of the blood fueling that hard-on had come from her. He was every bit as beautiful as she’d imagined.
“Can’t what, love? Can’t do this?” He dropped to his knees and shoved her legs apart, lowering his mouth to her again until she was aching for him—again. “Or maybe this.” He raised his head and turned it to kiss her inner thigh, and then she felt a sting of pain as he bit, took one quick draw of blood, and sent her off the edge of that cliff. He slid his mouth up the length of her body as the shudders sent her dizzy and spinning.