Therian Prize(84)

A chuckle vibrated his throat as he finally latched on to her other breast. He drew hard enough to drag a moan from deep inside her. Somehow he ignited desire in her core and pulled it up through her body with each firm suck. She arched and rocked her hips as her sex grew tense and needful.

He moved back and forth, working one side with his fingers and the other his mouth. And all the while emotions streamed back and forth, enriching the physical sensations. She felt the urgency building within him and how exciting he found her responses.

Releasing her nipple with a satisfied smile, he pivoted to one side and laid her back across the bed. He started to kneel on the floor but she caught his wrist. “I ache already. Don’t make me wait.” Damn it. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t rush him but her need was downright painful.

He shook his head but his gaze was soft and his tone gentle. “You must surrender to me as I surrendered to you.”

Understanding his need to reestablish his authority, she released his hand and tried to relax. He knelt on the floor and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed then draped her legs over his shoulders. He was so good at this and yet he felt so far away.

I’m right here with you. Close your eyes and share this with me.

She’d heard that some linked couples could see through each other’s eyes. It had always seemed like a wild claim. Emotions and thoughts were intangible, while sight was a quantifiable bodily function.

His lips brushed against her folds and she shut her eyes. Suddenly the scent of her desire was impossibly strong. Her eyes flew open. How had he—

Stop thinking and feel. Feel how much this excites me. Sink deeper into our meld.

She closed her eyes again and opened her mind, allowing his perspective to take over. He lightly stroked her folds, his thumb teasing the crease in between. She could see his fingers and her flesh and feel possessive heat curl up through his body. He loved looking at her and gained immense pleasure from feeling how wet she’d become and knowing he was the reason for her arousal.

He held her open with his thumbs and paused to look at her clit. The nub was swollen and deeply flushed, the nerve bundle peeking out from inside the hood. He dragged his tongue up one side and down the other, avoiding the ultrasensitive tip. It felt so good she almost came with one stroke of his clever tongue.

Not yet. Fight it. Let the pleasure build.

She knew she came harder and the release lasted longer if she made her body work for it. Still, she was incredibly aroused and he was too damn good at this.

I’m not sure I can. She released his hair and folded her hands into tight fists, using the sting of her nails to drive back the pleasure.

You can. He closed his lips around her clit and gently sucked. You will.

She tried to obey, she really did, but he slowly pushed two fingers into her aching pussy. The link was still open wide and watching his long fingers disappear into her slick passage was more than she could take. Her control snapped and pleasure pulsed up through her in rhythmic waves. She arched so violently one of her legs slid off his shoulder.

Rather than anger, she felt smug satisfaction radiating off his mind. If her thinking hadn’t been muddled by a powerful orgasm she might have been annoyed, but he didn’t stop. He pulled his hand back then drove his fingers in while he caressed her clit with his mouth.

The pleasure went on and on, wave after intense wave. She cried out so many times her voice sounded raw. He was fascinated by the strength of her passage, enjoyed the ripples around his fingers almost as much as he did around his shaft. Each realization was a vague distraction from the sensation buffeting her body.

Just when she feared she’d faint from the overwhelming pleasure, he scrambled to his feet and flipped her over. His hands weren’t hurtful, just insistent as he positioned her on her knees and forearms. Her hips were high, feet hanging off the side of the bed, and her torso sloped toward the mattress. He loved this position, thrived on the dominance inherent in the arrangement. She enjoyed it too, but she missed the intimacy of being face-to-face.

Her tigress pushed deeper into the meld, drawn by the familiar position.

He positioned himself at her entrance then held her hips as he slowly pushed inside. She’d expected a hard, deep thrust. Instead he filled her inch by glorious inch, focusing them both on the deliberate joining. Her heart thundered and her inner muscles gripped him tightly.

His hands moved up her sides then under her until her nipples were firmly clasped between his fingers and thumbs. Then he began to move. The added stimulation was more of a distraction at first. He kept his pace slow and steady while his fingers sent darts of pleasure zinging from her chest to her clit.