Something About Harry(61)

He grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her head upward to spear her with his intense gaze. “Cycles?” Even in his fight to keep control, he managed to question everything.

“Reproduction is cyclical for female weres.”

Even as Harry muttered how crazy it was, he was dropping her to the bed, dragging his jeans off and kicking them aside, his face hard, his focus intent.

Her first quick glimpse of him naked stole her last breath. Harry’s silhouette in the moonlight, streaming into the arched stained-glass window just above her bed, was as magnificent and perfect as she’d always thought it would be.

His shoulders, bulky and firm from working out, tapered to a narrow waist and an abdomen so flat, her mouth watered. His thighs were thick and bulging, straining with corded flesh, his hips lean, the sharp line of his hipbone, lickable. His cock was long, jutting upward, thick and impossibly hard. It brushed against her thigh, hot and rigid when he lifted her knees.

Harry’s eyes glittered, staring down at her. He clenched his teeth together, gripping her knees with crushing fingers. “I want to devour you, Mara—every last inch of you,” he almost spat. “But I’m still afraid I’ll hurt you.”

Mara put her hands at his wrists, clenching them, pulling him to her until their bodies were pressed together. His thighs pushed into hers, lean muscle against softer flesh. Hard chest against aching breasts. Abs that rippled, flexing against her abdomen.

Mara heard his heart crash, felt the tight hold he had beginning to crumble, weakening his resolve until he was unable to move. His fists clenched into tight balls of restraint, his chest heaved with effort.

So she reached between them, stroking the length of his shaft before lifting her hips and placing him at her entry.

Harry clamped his lips to hers, possessive, demanding, he drove his tongue into her mouth as he drove his cock into her desperate, aching body.

The impact of his thrust upward tore through her, making her gasp out loud, claw at his back until her fingers dug into his muscles. His cock stretched her and she welcomed it, welcomed the rigid invasion of heat.

Harry spread her wide, hiking her legs up with a hiss when he penetrated her deeper, harder.

Slick with desire, Mara reveled in his forceful thrusts, drove her hips right back at his, matching his speed, insisting with her body he take her higher, harder.

He suckled her tongue, slipping his over hers in a rasp of silken flesh, while his hands clutched fistfuls of her hair, pulling at it to expose her throat. He tore his mouth from hers, nipping at her jaw, moving to her ear, rimming the lobe.

Mara’s need grew, frenzied, wetter, rising upward, and when Harry cupped her breast, she almost lost total control, bucking against him. His mouth encompassed her nipple, licking it until it turned hard, blowing on it only to warm it again with his tongue.

Harry’s strokes began to pick up speed, his hips crashing against hers while he sucked her deeper into the vortex of climax.

Lights flashed behind her eyes, brilliant streaks of white and blue. Her clit throbbed an achy rhythm, scraping against his crisp pubic hairs as he rolled up and down with each thrust.

His last drive into her seared her, branded her forever. They came together in a long howl of vocal pleasure. White-hot and desperate, their movements so in sync, it was as if they’d always done this.

Harry’s head reared upward, the lean corded muscle beneath his flesh tight when he screamed her name.

As long as Mara lived, she’d never forget Harry inside her, obliterating her sanity, stealing the last protected piece of her heart.

A loud bang of a fist at the bedroom door brought them both crashing to reality. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled with her until she was on top of him. He cupped her breasts, skimmed his hands over nipples, slipped his fingers into her wet cleft. Harry was still stiff, making it an effort for her to answer the knock on the door.

Still shaky, Mara called out, “Yes?”

“Hey, lovebirds! Knock off the sexy times—we got fucking trouble!” Nina yelled.

Harry’s lips were at her breast, licking, teasing, enveloping her nipple. Her fingers automatically went to his hair, driving her fingers into it and fighting a long moan of satisfaction.

Nina knocked again—this time harder. “Did you fucking hear me, nerds? Put your clothes on and your private parts away. My Carl’s really missing!”





CHAPTER

12





Mara, Nina, Marty, Darnell, and Harry scoured the woods, calling out Carl’s name.

“Motherfucker—where’s my freakin’ zombie! It’s cold out here, right?” she asked Marty. According to Mara, Nina had no sense of the temperature as a vampire. She couldn’t gauge how cold it truly was.