Both of them panted, low moans filling the room, and his teeth nipped at the curve where her shoulder began. The feel of his fangs set her on fire, the sharp points not breaking skin but the danger of it was there.
“Mine,” he groaned near her ear when he kissed upward, trailing his hot tongue along the path.
Oh yeah, she agreed. All yours. His hips moved a little faster, the friction between them increasing as they heated up. Raw ecstasy hovered just out of her reach. She didn’t even care if she came faster than a rocket going off. It had been too long, too many lonely nights remembering the intimate memories they shared. Fantasy wasn’t as good as the real thing.
He snarled, his hips bucking in wild, rough jerks and it was enough. It was that last little element she needed to come. The climax centered where their bodies touched and she cried out his name before her breath was stolen away when her brain was hit with the first sharp blast of rapture.
They clung to each other, riding through it, and warmth seeped across her lower belly through her clothes. Obsidian had come with her. He stilled but his hold on her didn’t ease. She didn’t mind having a hard time catching her breath, being pressed between him and the back cushions of the couch.
Her eyes were closed and she kept them that way, tenderly exploring his back with her hands. She longed to feel his smooth, hot skin. The shirt was in the way and she refused to ask him to put enough space between them to remove it. At times she’d been afraid she’d never get the opportunity again.
Chapter Twenty
Obsidian kept a strong grip on the small female he held. Alli smelled the exact way he remembered and he was grateful that she hadn’t changed her scent. The swelling of his dick receded but he refused to let her go.
It was more than the way she seemed to fit against him that made him resist loosening his arms around her. She’d realize he’d just come in his pants. It wasn’t his proudest moment or how he wanted their first sexual encounter to be if they were ever reunited. He just hadn’t been able to stop when she’d moaned as he’d stroked his cock against her.
Move, he ordered his mind. He wanted to recover the moment and make it right. Moon had told him repeatedly that females enjoyed romance and males who had patience. That advice had been lost in the need to reconnect with her.
Moon and Breeze hadn’t lied to him all the times they’d sworn they’d get Alli back to him. It had all been worth it. He’d fought his rage at first when the people who claimed to want what they believed best for him had taken away the female who belonged to him. He was smart and had adapted well to learning the game he needed to play. He’d acted polite, said the words they wanted to hear and been a model Species. His reward massaged his back through his shirt. Alli.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded. “Hold on.”
Her legs lifted, hooked at his waist, and he adjusted his hold on her to support her ass and mid-back. It took a lot of willpower to ignore the uncomfortable dampness of his pants clinging to his dick when he hauled her up and stood. The apartment wasn’t big but it was his space. He made it to the bedroom in ten long strides.
His gaze drifted around the room with annoyance. He hadn’t known she was coming today or he would have cleaned up the clothes he’d tossed on the floor. The bed wasn’t made but he had changed the sheets the day before. He sniffed, not picking up any offensive odors except his shoes in the closet. It was faint enough that he doubted her human senses would pick it up. Their spent passion also teased his nose and tortured him with the urge to strip her bare. He’d missed everything about her but especially the sweet taste of Alli in the throes of arousal and release.
She pulled her head back enough to look him in the eye. Their blue color sucked him in and held him captive. Her little nose was adorable and so her. His attention lowered to her tentative smile and he groaned, going for it. He hadn’t been able to kiss her much before she’d been taken but nothing was damaged about his memory.
Soft lips opened under his, her mouth hot and welcoming as his tongue met hers. It made his dick hard with jealousy that it wasn’t one with her too. The idea of penetrating her both ways urged him to take one more step until his legs hit the side of the bed. He broke the connection, needing to get their clothing out of the way. It took reserve to gently lower her instead of tossing her on his mattress.
“Strip,” he ordered, hoping this time she’d do it.
She released him when he straightened away from her. He backed up, tearing at his shirt. It sailed to the floor when he threw it and he quickly shucked his pants. Alli hadn’t seemed to notice that the front of his pants was wet where his semen had soaked them and he used the bunched material to swipe his skin to remove the evidence. She had lain back, lifted her legs and yanked off each shoe.