He invaded her mouth and conquered her tongue. This was no nice easy kiss. He pressed and she gave, allowing herself to open to him, offering all she was and taking all the pleasure he gave her.
He broke off the kiss, breathing hard.
“Kitten, if I take you, there’s no going back. I am going to claim you, bite you, mark you and make you mine forever. There will be no running, no getting away from me, ever.”
She reached her hand up and cupped the side of his face. She had dreaded this moment all of her life. Dreaded the moment when a man would want all of her, want to own her, control her. He wanted all of those, but not in the way she feared.
He wanted to protect her. He wanted her to listen when he told her that her life was in danger. He never wanted to control her every action. He wanted her to love him so much that she naturally belonged to him like he belonged to her.
She had spent her life dreading something that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, she was going to willingly fall into the man she loved.
“What are you waiting for?”
The flames in his eyes took over, reaching out, devouring her, burning her up and making her whole at the same time.
His lips slipped to the side of her neck, kissing and biting. She let out a soft moan. Her man. Who would have thought that she would have her own man? Not one she borrowed for a night.
His hands caught at her shirt lifting it over her head and making quick work of taking her bra off.
She sighed as he massaged her breasts. His finger caught at her taut nipple and pulled, making her body arch. A hiss of pleasure escaped her lips.
“Niko.”
“So good kitten.” He lowered his head to take that same nipple in his mouth.
The heat from his mouth scorched her, marked her, and made her want to beg for more. She held her tongue, barely.
He took his time loving her nipple, swallowing it whole, pulling back until he caught it with his teeth then tugging and biting on it. He was making her pant. He must have liked the sound of that, because he did it again.
Her hips arched and gyrated, wanting to find him, wanting to push up against him, but all she found was air.
His lips found her other nipple, taking tiny bites of it, then licked and blew his warm breath on it. It hardened more under his talented nips.
She reached down and tugged at his shirt, pulling it off. Ripping it, maybe, if that sound was from fabric tearing. Her fingers touched his back and sighed. Her hands flexed over solid muscle.
He was love, perfection and safety all rolled up into one neat bundle called Niko. She had known the first day she had seen him in that meet and greet.
They had stood around the room calling out their name, she had called out hers, laughing at the antics of the group.
His head had raised like a predators when he heard her voice. His eyes had driven straight into her and she had seen him, naked, teeth bared as he sunk into her depths. In that moment, she realized that she known there was no escape, but she had run long and hard anyway.
She felt his hands at her hips, tugging her pants down. He had known she had drifted away, but he definitely had her attention now.
Her eyes widened as he flicked his fingers between her legs.
“So wet kitten. Are you in need of something?” His lips twisted into a smile laced with need.
He needed her. She would have shouted it from the rooftops, if she wasn’t laying here as needy as he was.
He laid his body on hers. Her eyes closed in anticipation. This is it what she had been waiting for. Nothing happened. Then he scorched her sex by rubbing his hard thickness over her, making her hot. She waited but all he did was hold her close and slowly rubbed against her.
“Niko?”
“So fast. Always so fast kitten. Never enough time to just hold you, to feel your body going up in flames around me.” His voice was rough and hoarse. His muscles strained with the effort of holding back, of waiting.
She could hear his voice telling her that each of the brothers had different combinations of male DNA in their makeup, different concentrations. None of them knew how they would react at times.
She tamped down on the desire to impale herself on him. She allowed her hands to soothe his back, calming him down instead of spurring him on.
“Talk to me, Niko.” Her body shivered. If he kept rubbing against her like that, she was going to go up in flames, no penetration needed.
“One of my male sperm donors came from a society where a male waited to claim his woman. It was a ritual.”
He was up on his knees. He raised her legs bracing them against his arms, then he rubbed his cock over her sex, pushing against her like he would have if she was penetrated. Her world went up in flames. The scream that came out was loud and long as he squeezed her clit and encouraged it.
His fingers were tracing designs on her stomach as she fought to come back down.