Therian Prisoner(46)

His fingers tangled in her hair and he jerked her head back as his mouth took possession of hers. Desire exploded inside her. This was the Ian she’d dreamed of, imagined for years, brash and demanding, utterly Therian. Tenderness had eased them past her emotional wounds, but now her nature cried out for more.

She returned the kiss with equal hunger, her tongue every bit as bold as his. Her hands clutched his shoulders and her legs locked around his waist as she rubbed her sex against his obvious erection. I need you in me. Now! Her thoughts instinctively found their telepathic link and flowed into his mind.

He responded with a groan and a descent so rapid it left her breathless and dizzy. Without retracting his wings, he laid her down on a nameless mountaintop and attacked the front of her jeans. She raised her hips as he tugged the denim down, but the sturdy material bunched about her ankles, refusing to slide over her shoes.

Too wound up for patience, he bent her knees and parted her thighs then ducked into the circle created by her bound feet. She started to object, wanting to be naked when he took her, but he swooped down and sealed his mouth over her slit. His tongue parted her folds and zeroed in on her aching clit. She buried her fingers in his hair and surrendered to the madness.

Her ankles rested on his shoulders, her jeans bunched behind his neck. She was a willing prisoner, thrilled to be at his mercy. His wings arched into the darkness, making him seem more fallen angel than demanding Therian. She combed her fingers through his hair and gazed at the stars winking down at them. The heavens seemed pleased with her choice as they bathed her in gentle light.

His lips moved against her and his tongue explored with possessive thoroughness. She embraced the sensations, reveling in the passion as never before. He centered his mouth over her clit then pushed two fingers into the center of her body. She tightened her inner muscles, caressing his fingers as they slid in and out.

“Come for me, kitten,” he whispered against her wet folds. “Let me feel your pleasure before I’m lost in my own.”

Happy to oblige, she concentrated on the tension rapidly building between her thighs. Her core rippled around his fingers and her clit twitched against his tongue. Each tight circle he drew pushed the sensations higher.

He withdrew his fingers and raised her hips as he pushed his tongue into her passage. Mine. The word was low, more growl than actual sound. She didn’t think he’d meant to share the thought, but it sent excitement ricocheting through her body. She wanted to be his, knew she’d only be content with Ian at her side.

His upper lip pressed against her clit while his tongue swirled inside her. Pleasure burst with sudden force and she cried out in blissful surprise. He stayed with her, prolonging the spasms as he feasted on her cream. It was raw and blatantly carnal, everything she needed it to be.

Before the last tingle subsided, he untangled her legs and flipped her over. Something coarse scraped her knee, but it didn’t matter. He turned her a bit to the side as he ripped off one of her shoes and pulled her leg free of her jeans. Moving the bunched fabric off to the side, he settled on his knees behind her. Denver’s lights spread out before them, a glowing tapestry of illumination and shadow.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered.

His hands gripped her hips and he thrust into her with enough force to steal her breath. Her inner walls stretched around him, clinging briefly before he pulled nearly out. He paused, allowing her body to ache for just a moment. Then he thrust again, filling the emptiness to overflowing.

She tossed her head and arched her back, feeling savage and exhilarated, and loving the freedom for the first time. This was how it was meant to be, how it would always be with Ian. He drove hard and fast, holding nothing back. The steady swish of his wings added to the surreal urgency and she reveled in his aggression.

Instinctively reaching for their link, she opened for him. His desire blazed through her mind and she gasped, digging her fingers into the ground. He was beyond rational thought, consumed completely by passion. She absorbed the frenzy, allowing the impulses to fuel her responses.

Heat coalesced between her thighs, dragging a sharp cry from her throat. She squeezed him as tight as she could and pleasure detonated with staggering force. He drove his full length into her, using his wings as well as his legs. He clung to her as release shuddered through them both.

Strength bled from her muscles and a sleepy calm crept over her body. She wanted to curl up and fall asleep right here on the mountaintop. He stroked her back and slipped one hand beneath her clothes to gently squeeze her breast.

“You asked for that.” He nipped the side of her neck and she laughed. Joy bubbled across their link. She wasn’t sure where the emotion originated, but it soon filled them both.