Bound to Be Mated(18)

He stopped what he was saying, and she opened her eyes to see what the problem was. Micah was staring down at her boobs.

It looked like sometime while she slept she’d pulled her sweater off. The small crop top did nothing to cover the huge things.

She grabbed at the blanket to try and cover her boobs, but he stopped her.

“I never knew how big they were,” he moaned. Charlotte had never liked her chest. They always caught some bozo’s attention, and the next thing she knew, she’d be the brunt of all the tit jokes they could come up with.

“I don’t like them,” she admitted. She used her hands to cover them.

Micah reached out and took hold of her hands, his eyes so clear, the desire within them startling. “Never hide them from me. You look stunning.”

She held her breath as he pulled her small crop top up over her head. The large bra was designed to reduce the appearance of large breasts, but it didn’t matter. Hers were always big no matter what she did. Should she push him away? She liked the desire shining in his eyes more than she wanted to cover up.

“Let me, Charlotte,” he demanded.

She looked down at his hands reaching out toward her bra. Nodding, she leaned forward for him to undo the clasp and slide down the straps keeping the bra in place. The material gave, and her breasts fell out of their confines.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said when she sat back.

Micah didn’t stare at her breasts, but at her.

“Do you like them?” she asked, unsure of his reaction.

“I’m as hard as fucking rock. I want you, Charlotte. I shouldn’t, but I do. I want you so fucking bad,” he said.

Goose bumps broke out on her skin from the possessive sound of his voice.

“Why shouldn’t you want me?”

“I don’t age,” he said to her.

“How is that possible?”

“When our bodies turn for the first time during puberty, it starts the initial transformation. When maturity hits us, we remain in that age forever.”

“So you’re telling me most of your werewolves are like eighteen?” she asked.

“Not even close. You give us the benefit of thinking we mature like humans. No. Our maturity hits when our beast within can be controlled. At least in the most pressing of circumstances. I hit maturity at thirty-three.”

“That’s not so bad. You’re only eleven years older than me.”

“And the rest. You know I’m a lot older than you, Charlotte.”

“We don’t need to count the excess years. I don’t care. You’re not about to shrivel up on me, are you?”

Micah laughed, and she liked the hearing the sound. He looked less fierce when he laughed.

Charlotte smiled and touched his hand before reaching out for her bra and shirt. In one fast move, he pulled her clothing away and out of reach.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to taste you.”

Charlotte frowned. “How can you taste me? You want more of my blood?”

“No.” Micah didn’t explain what he wanted. He showed her. Pushing her to the bed, he climbed over her. She settled with her hands either side of her body.#p#分页标题#e#

He smirked and kissed her on the lips. With each of his kisses, he opened her mouth wider as he plunged his tongue inside, deepening the kiss. Charlotte could taste him on her lips. She moaned, and her arms circled his neck, holding him close as the kiss deepened.

Her body came alive under his expert touch. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she wanted him so bad. She wanted to be fucked.

Micah kissed her lips and moved down to her neck, nibbling until he moved down and tasted her breasts. A cry spilled from her lips as he circled a taut nipple before biting down on the sensitive bud. He flicked the tip and soothed the small burn before he moved onto the next, bringing out the same response. He nibbled the bud until it was painfully hard, biting down and licking her back to earth. His hands cupped her breasts and stroked them as his mouth loved them.

“So big and ripe,” he said around a mouthful of breast.

Never before had she considered her boobs so desirable. “Do you like them?”

“Yes.”

“Boss, sorry to interrupt the action, but pilot says we got ten minutes to land,” Cade shouted through the door.

Charlotte yelped and reached for her bra and shirt.

Micah turned to the door and growled. “We’re coming.” He then turned back to face her.

“What?” she asked.

“I don’t want to stop.”

Charlotte nodded. What else could she do?

“When we get home, I want you.” He fisted a hand in her hair and brought her lips to his. “And I intend to have you.”