Therian Prize(54)

Don’t speak. Use our link and don’t hold back. I need to feel you come. Rather than immediately nipping her other breast, he gentled his approach, kissing and licking the pebble-hard crest and then the fullness surrounding it. Her skin was so soft and her physical responses so exciting he could barely stand to pull his mouth away. But he needed to see her face, look into her eyes.

She arched and twisted even after he released her breast. Her skin was flushed, her gaze passion-bright and occasional darts of sensation rushed across their link, but she was still holding back.

Lowering his head again, he kissed his way to her other breast as his hands moved to her upper arms. By minimizing her movements he helped her focus on what she needed to feel—the fullness of his shaft deep inside her and the pull of his lips on her nipple.

Feel me. He punctuated the command with a firm suck. Feel us.

She stopped thrashing and their mental connection vibrated like an electrified wire. Her emotions flowed into his mind, the sluggish current gradually becoming a steady stream. Anticipation intensified her attraction, yet fear wrapped around her heart like swaddling. He’d hoped she’d allow herself to trust him but she was obviously not ready to risk her heart.

Heather. He waited until she looked at him before he went on. You’re safe with me. I will never hurt you.

Never is a very long time.

He sighed, unable to conceal his disappointment. I haven’t anchored the link yet. Do you want me to pull out?

No. She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles.

He smiled and pushed his warm approval into her mind. I meant pull out of your mind. The rest is going to happen with or without this link.



Heather had never felt so vulnerable and yet so exhilarated. Jake’s face was so close to hers she could see golden sparks in his dark-green eyes. His long, lean body arched over hers, hips and hands pinning her to the bed. She wasn’t afraid of physical pain. Jake would never intentionally harm her. What she feared was emotional devastation.

David was the only man she’d given herself to without reservation and loving her had cost him his life. The “official” report listed his death as an accident but Heather knew better.

Her feelings for Jake were complicated and confusing. What she’d dismissed as superficial attraction had rapidly burrowed into her heart, triggering emotions and desires she wasn’t ready to feel. Wanting him this deeply was dangerous. It endangered him and gave him power over her.

She licked her lips and unhooked her ankles. He was offering her a choice. They could keep this purely physical, superficial, sexual, or she could link with him body, soul and mind. The thought of sharing his emotions, feeling what he felt, was undeniably appealing. It was the connection every Therian needed for long-term happiness. But this was just temporary, a flirtation they could both enjoy until her future was secured.

“I think we should wait. See what happens with Dr. Garran.”

He nodded and the connection blinked out. The warmth of his being faded from her mind and she was alone. Wait… She fought back a plaintive cry, hoping he hadn’t heard her. This was for the better. Allowing this to be anything other than a casual affair was foolish.

His hips pulled back, dragging his cock nearly out. For one horrific moment she thought he’d withdraw completely and crawl off the bed. Instead he moved his hands to the underside of her knees and spread her legs wide. Then he drove back in hard enough to make her gasp.

She knew he was disappointed, perhaps even angry, but his features revealed nothing but lust. His gaze darkened, appearing more black than green. She didn’t touch him, kept her arms exactly as he’d left them, angled up to each side of her head.

After only a few rotations he stopped and slid one hand down the inside of her thigh. “If you want this to be purely physical, I’ll give you some room. But I need you here with me. Do you understand?”

She nodded and relaxed, pulling herself fully into the moment. “I’m back.”

His smile was slow and sexy. “This is just you and me.” He eased his hand between their bodies and lightly traced where they were joined. “So soft. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”

“You can find out next time.” She tried to wrap her legs around him again but he still held one of her knees.

With remarkable agility and speed, he rearranged their position. Suddenly he was kneeling on the floor and he pulled her hips to the edge of the mattress. Then he draped one of her legs over his shoulder and bent the other, rotating it out to the side. His lips brushed against her folds and he made a rumbling sound deep in his chest.

They were both dying for “the main event”, so why was he postponing it again? “I thought your balls were blue?”