Under His Wings(50)

Pushing her breath through her nostrils, she loosened her muscles and sucked a couple more precious inches into her throat. She forced the air through her nose, flexed the walls of her passage around his cock.

Material ripped. She lifted her lashes to razor-sharp talons that had replaced his fingers, as well as ragged tears in the blankets, exposing the hardwood floor beneath.

Slowly she slid up, up, up his cock until only the head remained in her mouth. Then just as deliberate, she returned down, down, down, swallowing more of him than before. Her eyes stung, her throat convulsed around the invading length but she took him, fucked him.

A thunderous roar erupted from him—her only warning before the hot blast of his seed struck the back of her throat. Instinctively she jerked back but swiftly recovered and consumed everything he offered her. His essence, his strength, his vulnerability.

A shudder racked his body. She finally released him and power eddied inside her, a whirlpool of desire, lust and triumph. No matter what happened, where they went after this time ended, she would have this moment. She’d pleasured this beautiful creature, taken him and believed he would never forget.

As she wouldn’t.

“Not enough,” he rumbled and before she could digest his meaning, Nicolai had her on her hands and knees, open, bared and at his mercy. Mercy she doubted he possessed.

Thank God.

Behind her, his thighs pressed to hers, spreading them wider until her legs bracketed his. He placed his palm at the small of her back and stroked upward to the nape of her neck, sweeping over her shoulder to cup her chin. He paused. Braced his thumb and middle finger on either side of her jaw. The other hand clasped her hip, urging her up to lean against his chest, telling her without words to trust him, rely on his strength. The tiny muscles of her pussy spasmed and the fire-warmed air caressed her exposed flesh even as her heart fluttered in her chest. She fisted her fingers on her thighs and held her breath.

His cock tapped her inner thigh, as hard and insistent as before, proving he was no ordinary male. No average man could have recovered in the matter of seconds he had after such an explosive orgasm.

Shit. Tamar moaned as Nicolai tipped her head back, placed a tender kiss on the underside of her jaw and slid his cock through the slit of her pussy. He was going to ruin her. Who the hell could measure up after this?

No one. Just the fleeting thought of a man other than Nicolai touching her in this way repulsed her. Cracked her heart into jagged pieces.

“No one,” he said, mirroring the words in her head. “No one but me, Tamar. You got that?”

The soft question clenched her heart and sex. If only… And she was thankful for the tumble of curls that hid her face from his view.

His hand dipped between her thighs and he pressed two broad fingers into her pussy, shoving away everything except for his touch.

“I want you,” he murmured. “All of you. Nothing separating us. Like in our dreams.”

Tamar closed her eyes at the sweet seduction of his whispered plea. God, she wanted the closeness he requested. She craved it. Memories of his bare, hard cock pushing into her, the hot blast of his seed high in her pussy extending and intensifying her orgasm… Hell yes, she desired the dream to be reality.

Still she hesitated. She’d never had unprotected sex—not even with Kyle and they’d planned to marry. Her concerns boiled down to trust. Did she trust Nicolai with her body, her protection? Her future?

Yes. God, yes. At some point, Tamar had made the unconscious decision to trust him. Maybe when she agreed to place her safety in his hands and allow him to bring her here to the mountains. Maybe in the glen when she touched his hippogryph and the power that emanated from him—power he’d never used against her but always in her defense.

Or maybe when he’d burst into the dark of her bedroom, ready to fight any enemy, and ended up cradling her in his arms and calling her a warrior.

Maybe all three.

The truth was she believed he wouldn’t harm her. Her best interest was foremost in his priorities. And whether those priorities were protecting her from Evander or from disease or pregnancy, she trusted him.

“Will you, Tamar?” he asked and followed the curve of her ear with his lips, traced the slit of her pussy with his fingers before circling her clit. She shivered in his arms. “I want your heat surrounding me, your sweet cream flooding over me.” His big body shuddered. “You’re human,” he rasped. “I can’t impregnate you and I’m not affected by human diseases or ailments. Let me have all of you.”

Jesus, how could she say no? She didn’t want to say no.

“Yes.” She reached behind her, curled her fingers into his hard thighs. “Yes.”