Therian Prisoner(38)

You lost control over your body, your sensations and sexuality. Dorothy’s words echoed through her mind. The only way to break through the pain and start healing is to reclaim them on your own terms.

“I need to stay off my back.”

Ian stood and drew her to her feet. “No problem.” He snatched the blanket off the ground and took her hand. “There are all sorts of other ways this can be done.” He led her across the meadow and into a copse of trees. He looked around for a moment then decided on a relatively flat rock formation protruding from the hillside.

A shiver slid down her spine as the trees obscured the sun. But Ian’s hand was warm and she was determined to enjoy every minute of this. He spread the blanket over the rock then pulled her back into his arms. She rested her hand on his chest and smiled. “Dorothy told me you’re empathic. Do you hear specific thoughts or just sense emotions?”

He pressed one of his hands against the side of her face and leaned down, his mouth hovering over hers. “Are you always this talkative when you’re about to have sex?”

She was talkative because she was nervous, but he was right. There would be plenty of time for conversation after.

Rather than reply, she slid her hands down along his chest and unfastened the waistband of his jeans. He didn’t stop her, so she lowered his zipper and eased his jeans downward. His hips were lean and his belly flat, the perfect backdrop for his sex. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and desire pulsed deep in her body.

She sank to her knees and inhaled his scent as her lips teased the very tip of his erection. He shifted restlessly but didn’t rush her. His fingers combed through her hair and caressed her face while tension rippled along his thighs. She caressed him with her hand then traced the tiny slit on his tip with her tongue.

“Turnabout can be hell,” he warned, his voice tense and low.

“What’s the matter?” She smiled, absorbing the rush of feminine power released by his obvious need. “Don’t you like this?” She lazily pumped her hand, allowing his cock to bump against, but not pass beyond, her lips.

He framed her face with his hands and pushed against her lips. “Open or I’ll find somewhere else to put it.”

That wasn’t much of a threat. The ache between her thighs was painful. Even so, she parted her lips and savored the hot slide of his shaft against her tongue. She tightened her lips against him and closed her eyes. He was rock hard, yet velvety soft and his taste, though faint, stirred her desire to a fever pitch. He rocked his hips and she bobbed her head, using her hand as well as her mouth.

Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and dragged her to her feet. His mouth covered hers and his tongue thrust in deep as he frantically unfastened her jeans. She kicked off her shoes then wiggled out of her jeans as Ian sat on the blanket-draped rock. He lifted her as she bent her knees then brought her down over his lap.

He reached between their heated bodies and positioned himself at her entrance. Then his hands grasped her hips, but he didn’t thrust inside. “I’m right there, love. The rest is up to you.”

The import washed over her in tingling waves. He was offering her control, no small sacrifice for a Therian male. She brought her mouth to his as she slowly lowered her pelvis, taking him into the moist heart of her body.

One of his hands slid to the small of her back and the other cupped the back of her head. He deepened the kiss, but allowed her to move over and on him. He was long and thick, filling the emptiness as no one else could. She tightened her inner muscles and took him deeper. Pleasure radiated through her like rays off a noonday sun.

His tongue slid against and curled around hers, the urgent movement revealing what it cost him to give her this opportunity. He cupped her breast and teased her nipple with his thumb as she raised and lowered her hips.

Passion consumed her thoughts and increased the rhythm of her hips. She felt bold and free as she shamelessly took her pleasure. An image flickered in the back of her mind and she tore her mouth away from his. “Look at me.” She panted, not stopping the rapid rise and fall of her hips. “I need to see you.”

He opened his eyes, his gaze desire-bright and penetrating. “Anything you need,” he whispered. “Just ask.”

She used the obvious affection in his expression to drive back the memories. This was Ian. His face had haunted her dreams and fueled her fantasies most of her life. She had chosen this, craved it, and nothing and no one would taint their joining.

Looping her arms around his neck, she rubbed her breasts against his chest. She wanted every part of her to touch part of him. His hands settled on her hips again. His fingers squeezed, hinting at his need to move, to claim her.