Rescuing Their Virgin Mate(38)

The sheets would dry eventually. Maybe later he’d show her his fun room. Clay stepped over to the bed and yanked down the comforter. He swept her into her arms and tossed her into the bed.

When she bounced, she grinned. As a little girl, she loved pillow fights. She picked one up and swung it. Breaking the rules was going to be fun. “Come and get me.”

He stalked toward her, grabbed the second pillow, and pounded it. “You are so going down, Sanchez.”

Challenges brought out the best in her. She swung and he ducked. The bed bounced and she lost her balance. She landed on her knees, but this gave her a new vantage point. One swing and she connected with his legs. Clay didn’t budge.

“All right. Time to pay.” He dropped on top of her and tore the pillow from her fingers. After placing it under her head, he straddled her.

Her gaze lowered to his erection, and her inner walls contracted. The need for him scared her.

“Wait here,” he said.

Was he kidding? Her body was ready to explode and he walked out? Okay, he ran out. Feet pounded on the hallway floor. A door opened and shut.

He returned within a minute waving a velvet rope. “I can’t have you touching my cock. I’m so ready I’m about to shift out of my skin if I don’t have you, but I want to take my time.”

While she’d had her hands tied during her ordeal, nothing about this adventure reminded her of those horrible people. She held out her wrists.

He grinned. “You better watch out, sugar, or I might insist we hole up here for a few months getting to know each other real well.”

His blue eyes shimmered a dark shade of yellow and every cell in her body lit up. Faster than she could count to ten, he had her wrists secured and tied to the headboard. Elena tugged to test the give. While the velvet didn’t hurt, it also didn’t stretch.

Clay’s fangs protruded and her belly coiled tight. Seeing his animal side emerge excited her. Her juices flowed.

“Close your eyes, sugar.”

Not having a blindfold made following his request easier. His thumbs spread her legs wide, and he licked her so fast and so hard, she clenched her hands to keep the climax at bay. Several of her girlfriends had told her they’d never climaxed. To her, that meant the men they’d slept with weren’t virile and as experienced as Clay or Dirk.

A deep growl rumbled upward, and she lifted her lids to watch him squirm. Bones cracked and he placed his head on her belly. His breaths came out fast as if he struggled to keep control.

Maybe this was why he had all those rules and seemed eager for her to follow them. Her wonderings were cut short when his hand slid up her belly and pinched her nipple. She squeaked out a groan and tugged on her restraints. The restriction helped release her building tension, but she yearned to touch him. The feel of his pliable skin seemed to give her strength.

“Elena, Elena. I could drink in your sweet honey for hours, but you make me weak.”

The sentiment thrilled her, but she didn’t fully believe him. Using his elbows, he inched his way upward. When his lips reached her breasts, he licked one of the tender tips then the next.

“You are perfect.”

That was what Dirk had said. To her, she was more fat than fit. She swallowed her self-deprecation and bathed in his words. Thoughts of love edged their way into her heart. Abandoning her breasts, he licked his way up to her throat then to her mouth, demanding entrance. She opened up and dueled with him. When his thumbs skimmed across her nipples, they puckered and pebbled. She closed her eyes to go deeper into herself. His seduction caused her stomach to tremble, her tits to yearn for his mouth, and her arms ached to hold him.

He broke the kiss and pressed the head of his penis against her opening. The scent of her sex perfumed the air. She lifted her hips and spread her legs wide. Their union     would complete her. Tomorrow didn’t exist. Only today.

“Please, Clay. Take me.”

Whether her speaking upset him or not, she couldn’t tell, but his cock slid in partway and halted. At the quick ache from his penis stretching her walls, her heart thudded against her chest.

His head dropped to her neck, and from the way his sharp teeth nearly punctured her skin, she sensed his animalistic side had taken over. A few seconds later, the edge of his teeth blunted and the trail of nips turned to kisses. His lips did wonderful things to her skin and helped release the tension along her spine.

His fingers tightened. “I’m really going to try to go slow, but I make no promises.” Clay’s words came out metered.

She nodded and took deep breaths to control her urge to buck upward. Desperate, she wiggled her hips side to side.

“You’re asking for it, sugar.”