Cain braced himself for the agonizing arousal he would have to endure. What he did not expect was that Sarah gave an incredible backrub.
Rather than stewing in tension, he found himself experiencing a release almost comparable to climax. Starting at the small of his back and working their way up to his shoulders, her skilled hands sought out each knotted muscle and strained tendon, assuaging his every ache and pain.
By the time she was working on the muscles of his neck, Cain was groaning beneath her. In those few, quiet moments, he felt more at peace than he had in a long time.
When Sarah leaned down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades, his sense of tranquility burned into a feeling that was more urgent, but no less pleasurable. Desire arrowed down his spine, making blood course into his already swollen cock.
She trailed kisses down his back, both the feel of her lips and her stiffened nipples pushing him to the edge. Telling her to stop would be the sensible thing, but Cain was never sensible when it came to her. Instead, he clutched at the furs and let out another groan, though this time it was not in relief.
It wasn’t the first flick of her tongue on his back that undid him. It was when she immediately licked him again—as if she had enjoyed the taste of his flesh—and let out a soft sound of exaltation.
In one fluid motion, Cain reared up, turning and grabbing Sarah before pinning her face down on the bed. His hand gripping the slender column of her neck, he lowered his head to the pad of her ear, giving her a hard nip. She moaned in response, grinding her rear up against his erection.
Cain felt his wolf, that hungry and primitive part of him, rising to the surface. He wanted to play with her.
His voice low and rumbling, he said, “You take too many liberties, human.”
Her voice muffled by the furs, she said, “I wish you would take some liberties with me.”
Spurred by her boldness, Cain moved a hand between her thighs. He ran a finger along the seam of her sex, pleased to find her already wet for him.
As he took in the pink-tinged skin of her back, listened to the quickened tempo of her heartbeat, and smelled her arousal, mingled with his own, Cain became momentarily paralyzed by a grim realization. Though there was a part of him that wanted to toy with her and then rut as if she were nothing more than a casual bedmate, that desire was nothing compared to a much deeper need. Carefully, he turned her onto her back. Ignoring the confusion in her eyes, he leaned down, capturing her lips.
Cain kissed her for a long time, memorizing the shape of her plump lips and the taste of her sweet mouth. When he could not wait any longer, he pushed his aching length inside of her, reveling in the familiar feel of the soft, wet passage that seemed to have been made for him alone.
As he began to move inside of her, she gripped at his shoulders, blunt nails biting into his skin. Cain increased his pace, giving her more of him as if it would give him even a part of her. He did not want to go to sleep without her and he did not want to wake up without her. He did not want to take her back to her kind, beyond his reach and never to return.
Cain could not tell her any of this, so he kept it inside, even as he poured himself into her. His body spent, he held Sarah, who was still trembling from the force of her own climax.
When he was able to speak, Cain asked, “Do you remember the first time I tried to couple with you?”
Holding her back against his chest as he was, Cain was unable to see Sarah’s face, though he could tell from the uneven cadence of her breathing that she had not yet fallen asleep.
“You mean one of the most embarrassing moments of my recent life? Yep.”
Cain idly stroked her hair, isolating one of the lighter locks and twisting it around his finger.
“You told me that you did not know how to separate love and sex.”
In a quiet voice, she asked, “Yeah, so?”
“How did you manage to do it?”
She shifted uneasily, drawing the furs up around her shoulders.
“If I figure that out, I’ll let you know.”
Chapter 11
Sarah spent the next few days puzzling over what Grace had told her. Initially, Sarah had planned on approaching Cain with it, but it seemed like every time they were alone, they were ‘coupling’.
Since she’d broken the ice with one of her legendary backrubs, things between them had heated up considerably. Nearly every time they were alone together, Sarah could hardly get a word in edgewise before he was inside of her. She had a feeling that there was more to the resurgence of his libido than just a great massage, but she was afraid to question it. If she started pulling at threads, the whole thing might unravel.
Although Cain kept her preoccupied in the mornings, when she watched the children in the afternoon, Sarah was always reminded of her torrent of questions. How could Cain’s mate have a child with his brother? Had they had some sort of relationship? And perhaps most curious—and infuriating—of all, was how could Hale seem so completely disinterested in his daughter?