At the demand her head snapped to their reflection. While she was naked as the day she was born, Zan was fully clothed in his custom tight-fitting jeans and T-shirt. His chest was squashed up to her back. Heat poured off him, each muscle taut as he wrapped himself around her. His scent was everywhere, making her brain fog with desire. It took everything she had not to rub against his erection currently pressing into the soft flesh of her ass.
“We are mates, Jackie. You belong to me and I belong to you. All of us. This,” his fingers contracted over her abdomen. “Is mine. This,” his hand slid up over her ribcage and cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple into a hard peak. “Belongs to me. And this,” the hand holding her chin moved down to cover her mound. “Will only ever know my cock.”
She bit back a moan and tried to remain absolutely still. That lasted all of two seconds, until he parted her nether lips with two fingers and stroked a third over her damp clit. Her eyes fell into slits, inexorably drawn to where his clever fingers worked. “You’re so wet. You need me, angel. Only me.”
His voice had dropped into a dark whisper, a breath of warm air across her skin. Not only could she feel her need slicking her thighs, she was so hot she thought she might combust on the spot. One denim-clad thigh pushed her legs farther apart, opening her wider to his naughty fingers. Dipping his middle finger inside her, she writhed against him, clenching her inner muscles tight. She didn’t know who shuddered, her or Zan, but when she managed to drag her eyes back up to his face, his reflection showed an expression that bordered on pain, turning his handsome features almost harsh.
“I’ve thought of almost nothing except how tight you felt around me,” he growled at her ear, low and raspy. “And when you come. Fuck.” She felt his fangs scrap across her shoulder before he nipped lightly. A slight pain that only increased her arousal. “I always think I’ll die from the pleasure before I can even come.”
The wicked words, his expert touch, that brief tingle of pain all combined to drive her abso-freakin-lutley insane. “Zan,” she pushed against his plunging fingers, rubbed her ass over the hard bulge in his jeans. “Please. I-I need you.”
All movement stilled and she had a brief and horrid thought that he would walk away. Then he was tearing at the front of his pants, and then the hard length of him between her thighs. She stared in the mirror, watching the heavy crest slip through her wet folds, sending flames from her vagina to her engorged clit.
His eyes were heavy-lidded as he peered over her shoulder, one hand kneading her breast, the other spreading her wide as they both locked onto the sight of his glistening cock. All that fierce maleness directed at her was almost more than she could handle. Pushing onto her toes, she tried to trap him inside her, but the evil shifter nipped her ear in reproach and snaked one arm around her waist, holding her in place.
His hips shifted and then—finally!—he was parting her, sliding inside. Only to pull back out before he’d barely breached her body. The snarl on her lips turned into a gasp of pleasure when he plunged back in, stretching her muscles, gently, firmly, into accepting his thick length.
“There I am, angel.” He crooned in her ear. “I’ll always be here for you.”
Jackie went to her toes again as he began stroking inside her, burrowing deep, inch by glorious inch until she could feel him all the way to her heart. She bucked backward, fighting for more. More pleasure, more of Zan. More of everything.
She was losing herself under the onslaught of his possession. For that was exactly what Zan was doing. Possessing her. Each stroke more of a claiming than his bite. Nothing mattered more than this man, his touch, his hunger, his cock filling her. Not only by his flesh, but by his very essence. Pleasure spiked through Jackie as her body tightened. Her hands were clasped around his wrists, holding him, needing him for an anchor as her vision began to blur. Soft cries escaped her parted lips.
“That’s it, angel. Squeeze me harder.” His voice was thick, his breath ragged as he rained her neck and shoulders with open-mouthed kisses. The hard, steady rhythm he’d set picked up speed, his fingers never ceasing as he continued to work her clitoris in sure strokes.
She was trembling, her legs shaking, unable to keep her steady. The ache in her belly intensified to near painful proportions until she couldn’t handle any more. She was going to die. Then release came in an exploding rush of lightening and thunder. Her back arched violently, giving Zan better access as, with a snarl of pure predatorial victory, he clamped his fangs onto her neck, sinking the sharp points into her flesh, shooting Jackie’s orgasm into a white-hot blaze of ecstasy.