Red Moon Rising(82)
“Here.” She pointed to her shoulder and he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on it.
“And right here.” She stroked her collarbone and he placed a path of warm kisses along it.
She moaned softly and he eyed her suspiciously. “Bree – “
“It hurts here too.” She interrupted him, and he gave her another suspicious look before kissing her upper chest.
“Here.” She whispered. She traced her bare breast with the tip of her finger.
“I know what you’re doing Bree.”
She smiled sweetly at him. “You don’t want to help me heal, my love? That seems unkind.”
He gave her a dry look before placing a light kiss on her breast. “There.”
She shook her head. “No, m’lord. It still pains me greatly.”
He couldn’t stop the small smile from crossing his face. “Does it now?”
“Aye, it does.” She cupped the back of his head and tugged it towards her breast again. “Again, my love.”
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his body heating up at the sound of her soft moan, and he circled it with his tongue before sucking firmly on it. She arched her back, pushing more of her firm flesh into his mouth, and he cupped her other breast in his hand, pulling lightly on the hardened nipple.
“Oh James.” She sighed softly as her hands threaded restlessly through his hair.
“Where else does it hurt little one?”
“Here.” She rested her hand on her lower abdomen, and he blazed a trail of kisses down her ribs to her belly button. He circled it with his tongue before dipping the tip of it into her navel. She jerked and giggled a little as he gripped her hips firmly.
“Where else?”
“Lower.” She whispered.
“Where?”
“You know where.”
He smiled at the blush that was rising in her cheeks.
“Show me.”
Her fingers trembling, she spread her thighs and touched the soft curls between her legs. “Right here.”
He leaned down and nuzzled his mouth into the soft blonde curls. He kissed her lightly and she moaned and arched her hips up.
“Is that better?” He asked, staring up at her.
She gave him a look of frustration. “No. Lower m’lord.”
He took her hand and placed it over her warm core. “Show me.”
“James…” She gave him a look of shy embarrassment and he kissed her inner thigh.
“Show me want you need.” He whispered.
Groaning softly, she parted the lips of her pussy and ran her fingertips over her wet and swollen clit. “Kiss me right here.”
He bent his head and licked a warm path over her clit and fingers. She cried out, and he captured one finger in his mouth and sucked hard on it. She trembled and moaned as he released her finger and licked across her clit again.
“Gods be damned.” She muttered in a soft, hoarse voice.
“Do you like this little one?” He asked before stroking her with his tongue a few more times.
“Yes, oh yes.” She panted. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pushed on his head.
He chuckled warmly and pushed her thighs wide. Holding her steady with his large, warm hands, he began an intense assault with his tongue and lips. He tasted and licked every part of her warm core as she wiggled and sighed and cried out beneath him. He probed one finger deep inside of her as he rasped his tongue across her clit and with a harsh cry, she arched her back and climaxed. Her taste flooded his mouth, and he licked and sucked at her eagerly until she was pushing him away.
“Please!” She gasped.
He slid up her body as her thighs wrapped around his hips. He entered her with one gentle thrust, watching her face as she closed her eyes and bit at her bottom lip.
“You’re so warm and tight Bree.” He murmured in her ear. “I love being inside of you.”
He cupped her face as he began a slow rhythm inside of her. “Open your eyes.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared up at him as he kissed her lightly on the mouth. She wrapped her slender limbs around him, and met each of his strokes as he buried his face in her throat.
“I love you Bree.” He whispered into her skin.
“I love you too James.”
* * *
“Good morning.”
Kaden stared at the two women in the kitchen. It was the next morning and he had woken before dawn. He had left his room, not willing to admit that he was a little surprised the Lycans had not locked him in, and made his way to the kitchen.
He was surprised to see people already up and milling about the kitchen. The lady of the house, he couldn’t remember her name but she had long red hair and a kind face, was standing at the sink and washing dishes beside a plump, older woman.