Saving His Mate(22)

There was nothing sweet about his kisses, they were demanding and a little unsteady. As if Rex wasn’t quite in control of himself. That was fine with her. She felt out of control too, the need building inside her a wonderful, unexpected and slightly scary thing.

She rubbed her bare breasts against his chest, shuddering at the feel of her nipples brushing against rock hard muscle. He was pure, ripped perfection. Seeing his naked torso was one thing, but feeling it against hers was heaven.

As she slid her hands down his muscular chest, tracing her fingers along the hard lines and striations of his powerful body, heat flooded between her thighs. Just feeling his strength made her inner walls tighten and her body light up with a need he had to scent.

When he groaned into her mouth she dug her fingers into his waist, holding tight to him. He rolled his hips against hers and before she realized what he intended, he’d flipped her onto her back, stretching out on top of her as he continued to stroke his tongue against hers. Anticipation hummed through her, an unsteady erratic lashing against her nerves.

Gently nipping her bottom lip between his teeth, he pulled back a fraction. “This doesn’t have to go beyond kissing.”

“I’ll kill you if it doesn’t,” she murmured, wanting everything he had to offer.

He laughed, the rich sound reverberating through her entire body, making all her nerve endings sing in the most wonderful awareness. “I’m so glad you said that.” He kissed along her jaw, cupping one of her breasts in his hand as he raked his fangs along the column of her neck.

She shuddered at the feel of his teeth, not out of fear, but a building need. She’d never thought to be turned on by a vampire like this but… “You can drink from me if you want.” She could feel that the poison was gone from her system or she wouldn’t have offered.

His big body jerked above hers and he drew his head back, looking down at her with bright, glowing eyes. Hers widened at the sight.

“You’re certain?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

She nodded, her nipples tightening even harder. The thought of him drinking from her was impossibly erotic. While she had no experience in that area something told her that Rex would make it very enjoyable. She squeezed her legs around his waist, rolling her hips against him. It was a little embarrassing how wet she was. She wanted her shorts and his jeans off so she could feel him hard and hot right where she needed him most.

“That turns you on.” It wasn’t exactly a question, that hoarseness still there, as if the truth stunned him.

It stunned her too, but she knew what she wanted. “What do you think?”

He was silent for a moment, his jaw tight as he appeared to try to find his voice. “Lift your hips,” he finally demanded.

She complied immediately as he leaned back, positioned perfectly between her legs. In seconds he’d removed her shorts and panties. The look on his face once she was bared to him made her feel worshipped. As if she was the only woman that mattered. The gleam of his fangs peeking out from his lips made him even hotter.

She wanted to reach out and touch him, to run her hands over every inch of his delectable body—and she really wanted to strip his pants off—but he looked as if he was walking a knife’s edge of control as he watched her.

His breathing was raspy and when he lifted one of her legs, he shuddered as he feathered kisses along her inner calf. Taking his time, he kissed and licked a path up one leg, stopping right at her upper thigh. High up, but not high enough to give her what she needed. What she craved. His warm breath teased her sensitive skin, ratcheting her need up higher.

She rolled her hips, trying to make her impatience known, but he just chuckled wickedly, knowing exactly what he was doing as he started on her other leg. Each time his fangs skimmed her skin, her inner walls clenched. And each time they did, Rex groaned as he scented her need.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered as he reached the top of her other thigh.

She wanted to respond but couldn’t get her voice to work. All she could do was tense with anticipation as she waited for him to kiss between her thighs. Thankfully he decided not to tease her any longer.

When he bent his head between her legs she slid her fingers through his short hair, clutching his head as his tongue flicked out against her clit.

The stroke was light, barely there and definitely not enough. She groaned in frustration and he let out another one of those wicked-sounding laughs. Her toes curled.

Spreading her thighs wider to give him more access, the coil of tension inside her snapped when he covered her wet pussy with his mouth. Teasing and stroking, his tongue lashed against her clit as he quickly found the rhythm she needed.