Jace (River Pack Wolves 2)(61)

She moved her hands up from his shoulders to his face, holding him hard and staring deep into his eyes. “I am absolutely sure that if you don’t fuck me right now, I might actually die from want. And if you don’t claim me for your own, right here, tonight, sinking your fangs into my flesh and giving me everything you have, I’m going to die of a broken heart.”

His eyes shone, and she didn’t know if it was tears or if her own watery eyes were fooling her, but it didn’t matter… because in the next instant, he gripped her bottom with both hands, hoisted her up, and then impaled her with his enormous cock. It went so deep and so hard, she shrieked.

Her head tipped back. “Oh, God, yes!”

He held her tight, standing upright in the meadow with her legs wrapped around him, and kept thrusting up into her with short bursts that shot through her with sparks of pleasure. Her climax was quickly building, and her panting rose with it. She clung to him, moving with him, meeting his every thrust with a downward stroke of her own. He was so big, filling her so completely, she felt like he was possessing her body outright, stretching both her body and soul with the power of his passion. Her orgasm rushed at her, unexpectedly, overtaking her so fast and hard, she screamed his name out into the night.

He groaned and slowed his pace, leaving her body and setting her down on her feet again. His cock glistened in the moonlight, slick with their lovemaking and engorged, even larger than before, if that was possible. She was light-headed, afraid that somehow he was done, but she wasn’t thinking straight.

“Down on your knees.” His voice was hoarse and heavy with need.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, eager to take him into her mouth, but she only got a taste before he fisted her hair, pulled her mouth away, and tilted her head up toward him towering over her.

“I am so going to have you do that later, my love,” he panted. “Fuck, you are hot when you’re sucking my cock.”

She grinned up at him, and she could feel the shudder work through his body. His cock twitched and lightly brushed her lips. She reached her tongue out to lick it, and he groaned. Then he slowly moved behind her, still holding her hair to keep her in place. Then he pressed her forward, so that she had to drop down and brace her hands against the meadow grass.

“On your hands and knees,” he said roughly. He was behind her, his cock already twitching against her rear end. With one hand in her hair, he slid the other between her legs, thrusting two fingers inside. She bucked against him.

“Jace, please,” she begged.

He pulled his fingers out, grabbed hold of her hip, and slammed his cock into her. She gasped and groaned at once, insanely glad to have him inside her again. His grip on her hair and her hip angled her just right so he could plunge deeper than she’d ever had him. His cock was so long and so thick, and he was driving so deep, that he was literally touching places inside her that no man ever had. Holding her firm, his thrusts grew stronger and harder. Her muscles quivered everywhere—between her legs, in her thighs, her breasts swinging hard with each pump he made—she thought sure she was about to crash into orgasm again.

“Fuck, Piper… you’re so goddamn beautiful.”

But she didn’t need words from him, just the pounding of his cock, the feel of his hands… and then he bent over her, still thrusting, but slower, bringing his lips near her shoulder, right where it met her neck.

“You… are… mine,” he panted, each word punctuated by a thrust.

“Yes!” she cried.

“Forever.”

She could feel his fangs out, brushing her skin but not piercing.

“Take me!” Her voice was shrill, desperate, and hungry for him to do it. Claim her. Make her his.

The twin pricks of pain pushed her right over the edge. Her orgasm shuddered through her entire body, from the epicenter between her legs, straight up to her head and back to her toes, completely blowing the fuses in her mind in the process. Jace groaned and kept thrusting, and she could feel his hot seed spilling inside her. And the magic… his bite, which started out as the most pleasurable of pains, turned into a glowing white heat as his magic spread from where his mouth was clamped onto her. It pumped through her veins, filling her from the inside out, swimming electric white stars in front of her eyes. Her heart felt like it might burst straight out of her body, it was beating so wildly with the ecstasy. His love was working its way into every part of her, through and through, and she felt the tether, the magical bond that held them together. It was like the submission bond, only deeper and unbreakable and made of white-hot magic and love.