Dark Wolf(66)

His hands were big as they ran up her thighs, and then slowly back  toward her heated center. The head of his cock lodged at her entrance,  pressing hotly into her. Her heart pounded so loud she feared it would  burst from her chest.

"I take into my keeping your body." His voice was rough with need.

His expression was sin itself, so sensual her body flooded with more  welcoming heat. He inched into her, stretching her impossibly. Her gaze  jumped to the junction where their bodies met. Her body struggled  against the invasion, reluctantly giving way for him, strangling his  thick shaft as it moved deeper inside of her.

He was everywhere, surrounding her. In her mind. Her heart. Her soul.  And now, at last he was in her body, making them truly one. Another sob  escaped. Tears ran down her face. He was in her mind, so he would know  she wanted him just like this. It was all too perfect, too overwhelming  and too good.

"Take a breath," he ordered roughly. "Relax for me."

She was used to doing as he said and she did both. He drove deep,  burying himself to the hilt, so deep she thought he might have lodged in  her stomach. She heard her own cry as her tight inner muscles gripped  him nearly to the point of strangulation. The bite of pain as he  stretched her only added to the erotic pleasure pulsing through her  body, coming in waves now, from thigh to breast.

Dimitri blanketed her body with his, bracing his arms at her shoulders.  His hips took up a fast, hard tempo that kept her breath rushing from  her burning lungs. He moved in her with deep harsh strokes that drove  her higher and higher, always up toward that impossible cliff. The pace  was furious, his body a piston, moving harder and deeper, over and over,  so that shocks of pleasure coursed through her.

Dimitri's relentless, surging hips drove into her again and again, his  hunger nearly insatiable. He felt as if flames licked at him, all over  his body. His cock felt as though it was held tight in a fist of fiery,  living silk. He was drowning in her. He never wanted it to end. He had  known they were meant for one another, but her body was exquisite, made  for him, the perfect fit.

She felt small and soft, her skin melting under him. Her ragged  breathing and breathy chants interspersed with sobs and pleading only  added to the sheer pleasure coursing through his veins. She had changed  him for all time. She moved him, took him to places he never thought he  could ever go.

Hunger was a monster that clawed and raged. It had been with him since  he'd laid eyes on his lifemate, heard her speak and knew she was the  one. It had torn at him every rising, yet even in his most savage  moment, love tempered his touch. He kept his mind in hers, wanting her  pleasure above all else, above his own.

She had given herself to him, body and soul, placing her absolute trust  in him, a priceless gift he would treasure above all else. Her body was  flushed, her eyes glazed, her hips bucked under his assault, but with  every surge of his hips, every gasp she drew, there was pleasure  streaking through her-through him.

He set a wild pace, and she followed. He knew she would. He had sensed  the building passion in her, and no matter how fragile she was, she had a  core of solid steel. She was determined to match him. His control  slipped even more.

Tell me you want this, sívamet. Tell me I can lose myself in you.

His love for her was ferocious, consuming them both, and his discipline was fast dissolving before the urgency of his need.

Always, my love. Anything.

He closed his eyes briefly for a moment, listening to her voice. There  was no hesitation, but there was that little edge of trepidation. She  wasn't afraid of him, only of the rising pleasure, rolling over her in  waves now and the tightening coil of tension in her body, begging for  release. She meant what she said, giving herself generously,  wanted-no-needing to be what he needed.

He penetrated deep, allowing the fire pouring over him to take him to  another place. The breath hissed out of him as he reared back and  plunged deep. With every furious stroke, her body surrounded his, tight  and hot, stroking and squeezing. Her strangled moans and gasping chant  added to his pleasure, and filled him with the most protective of  instincts.

Her head tossed back and forth, her body flushed, her breasts swaying  temptingly as her hips rose to meet his. She was beautiful, with her  eyes slightly glazed and the shock on her face. The little sounds she  made resonated right through his cock adding to the fire that only  seemed to grow hotter and hotter.

He was close, the power in his body coiling tighter and tighter, ready  for release, but he refused to allow the pleasure to end. He gathered  her hips tightly, holding her still, pushing them both into another  realm where the exquisite pleasure skated close to pain.

Skyler could feel the thickness and length of him driving into her,  stretching her, forcing her tight body to allow his invasion. She was so  hot and slick, surrounding him with fire. The erotic tension winding so  tight in her refused to release, refused to give her the time to catch  her breath.

Skyler felt her body melting around his, and she cried his name,  gripping his shoulders as the tension coiled so tight the edges of mind  began to blur, to go dark. It was too much for her, too perfectly  beautiful and too terribly frightening. She was losing herself in him,  in pleasure, in their bodies coming together in a frenzy of heat and  fire.

"Stay with me, sívamet," he whispered roughly, his mouth moving over her neck, teeth nipping and scraping. "Soar with me."

As always, just the sound of his voice calmed her, and she let go,  knowing he would catch her, that he would keep her safe. Her body  gripped his so tightly that she heard his roar of release and felt the  hot spurts of seed filling her. Wave after wave rocked her body, but his  arms were around her, holding her tight. She felt the ripples in her  stomach, down her thighs, up to her breasts. Thunder roared in her ears.  Her body clamped down hard, like a vise, around his while wave after  wave of pleasure tore through her.

Skyler buried her face against his shoulder, gasping for breath,  aftershocks rocking her, nearly as strong as the orgasm that had taken  her over. He rolled them both over so they were on their sides, still  locked together. She could feel his struggle for every breath. A fine  sheen of sweat dampened his body. Even his long hair was damp.

She nuzzled his shoulder, pressing kisses along his collarbone. They  were a tangle of legs and thighs, and she never wanted to untangle. He  pulsed and throbbed inside of her. When he could move, it was toward her  breast, and she changed position slightly to give him better access.  The movement caused another rogue wave to burst through her body.

He licked at her nipple and then caught it gently between his teeth,  tugging and then suckling strongly, bringing her fully into the heat of  his mouth. His arm went around her, hand sliding down her back to her  bottom. She had never realized just how sensitive the nerves were there.  His every touch sent another spasm of pleasure through her core.

They lay together in silence while their hearts slowed down and their  bodies cooled-a little. She had to admit to herself she loved his hands  and mouth on her.

When he finally lifted his head to look down at her, his body slowly,  reluctantly leaving hers, she had the urge to stop him. His eyes were so  blue, so brilliant, and he looked at her with so much love, she wanted  to cry. He was the true miracle, no matter what he thought, and she was  determined to make him happy she was his lifemate.                       
       
           



       

"Csitri, I doubt I will ever be able to show you your true worth," he  told her softly. "You don't understand what you mean to me."

There were no words to explain to him what a miracle he was. He had  given her the gift of making love, something she had been absolutely  certain she'd never have in her life. More, she could lie next to him,  completely naked and vulnerable and feel as if she was the safest woman  in the world. She wanted to be naked beside him. She wanted him to touch  her whenever he needed or-or simply desired. She loved stroking her  fingers down his shaft just to feel him tremble at her touch. Who would  ever have thought she would have a man such as Dimitri love her?

"I'll understand how much I mean to you someday, probably a long time  from now," she said, "but it really doesn't matter right at this moment.  All that matters to me is that you gave me this incredible gift. I love  you all the more for it."





18





"The council members are inside," Fen greeted them. "Waiting." He pinned his brother with an appraising eye.

"They've been waiting the last six nights," Zev added. "We thought for certain you would be here last night."

Skyler blushed and glanced up at Dimitri's impassive face. Clearly, he  couldn't care less that he'd kept the council waiting. They hadn't left  the bed the night before. Dimitri had taught her all kinds of intriguing  things she would much rather be doing than standing before the Lycan  council with the prince looking on.