His hips jutted forward, anxious for her touch and it made her feel more powerful than any magic ever had.
Pulling away, he laid back on the bed, casual and confident. He might’ve had doubts about his worth, but the man knew his body. He was comfortable with the lickable, loveable, lustable machine that was Thames, the body that housed a brawling bear.
“Climb on, little witch.”
Nastia bit her lip, letting her eyes take him in a second more. Yes, her mate was sexy.
Swinging her leg over his hips, she settled atop him, her wet sex leaving a trail on his skin as she slid over.
His eyes flickered blue to brown letting her know his bear was close.
“You’re very wet, mate.”
“Mm hm. And you’re very hard.”
His hands gripped her hips, but he let her move on her own. So much restraint, he had. She wanted to break it the way she had so many times since they’d met.
“What are we going to do about that?” he asked.
“I think…” Her breath came faster already, just rocking against him. “I think I’ll take you inside me and that will fix everything.”
“This is a good plan. I’m absolutely on board with this plan.”
She was getting close to that wonderful freefall already.
“I think I’ll do it now.”
“Smart girl,” Thames groaned.
Lifting her hips, she guided him in one centimeter at a time, closing her eyes to savor the luscious sensation. When he was buried, she opened to find him staring at her, slack jawed.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered, thrusting upward ever so gently. Like he didn’t even realize he did it.
Nastia grinned. In a few minutes he’d be bucking wildly. Just the way she liked him. She’d be a rider on one of those fake bull machines.
YouTube.
“Drink now,” Thames gritted. “Because when you’re done, I’m going to lose myself in you so hard, we won’t know where I end and you begin.”
She leaned forward kissing him deep before trailing over his sharp jaw and finding the bulging vein. Pat, pat, pat…
“That’s exactly how it should be,” she breathed.
Her tongue darted out to lick once, feeling his heartbeat thump against her taste buds. Thames’s hands tightened around her waist as he continued his slight thrust, sending sensation sprinkling all around her body.
Slowly, Nastia dragged a fang over his skin, the feeling duplicating the one between her legs. She wanted him so bad. His blood and his body, and here they were at her fang-tips.
“Bite, mate,” he demanded. “Let me feed you good.”
She opened her jaw, positioning it around his vein, and gently punctured his skin, sliding in so easily it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her center. Thames stiffened as her mouth filled with his blood, warm and coppery-sweet.
She was about to retract. He wasn’t okay. He’d stopped pushing inside her.
But then he let out a satisfied groan loud enough to test her ears. “Don’t stop.”
Nastia took her first swallow of her bear’s blood and it was like the smoothest, sweetest wine. Thick and satisfying. She would be full from only a few pulls. Sucking hard at his neck, she took more.
“Fuck,” he hissed, thrusting hard into her while she held his head in place for her draw. “Oh… fuck me, woman, that’s good.”
Nastia drank her fill, relishing the sounds Thames made and the wild way he plunged into her. She’d never seen him this out of control, and it was exhilarating, bringing her so close to the edge she was tip-toes over.
She licked the two puncture wounds she’d made, and pulled back to stare at him. His eyes were fully bear, brown not blue.
“You done?”
Nastia nodded, licking her lips, and loving the feral way he looked at her.
Thames charged up, kissing her hard enough she was sure he’d pricked himself on her fangs. Without warning, he hitched upward, flipping places with her so that she was underneath him. Rising up on his knees, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and used them for leverage as he found his rhythm again.
The push and drag, push and drag, had her squirming for relief. And when he roared long and loud, his release searing her from the inside, it was just what she needed to send her soaring. The climax hit her hard, her body clenching around him tight and bringing another wild sound bursting from his chest. And then she was floating… floating… floating.
Thames slowed, taking forever to come to a stop. As if he didn’t want it to be over. But they had a lifetime to make each other happy. And she didn’t doubt they’d spend every minute striving to do just that.
Thames dropped to the bed in a heap, half on top of her. “Fuck,” he said, and she giggled because he never cursed this much. “That… that was not horrible.”