Page 15 of Into the Dawn

Older and feeling our connection that’s much stronger now, I don’t need to ask anyone what the bond is like, because I can feel it coursing through my veins like a drug, demanding I drag this man to my bed and claim him as my own. That I welcome him into my body and take from his, branding him with my scent and my teeth.

In an instant, I’m wet, mere inches from where his fingers lightly tug on the thin sleep shorts I’ve got on. It’s not enough toyank them down, but just enough to know his mind is firmly in the gutter with mine.

“We never…” he trails off, knowing I know exactly what he’s talking about. I always wondered what it would have been like too.

We never had sex, too afraid we’d mark one another and give away our connection to our families before we had a plan. That summer was filled with frantic dry humping, lots of over the clothes fumbling, and smothered cries.

I was practically begging for him to take me by the time we were leaving. I couldn’t wait to experience all of him.

“I can’t sleep in your bed because it’ll ruin me. I’m mad at you, and I want you, all at the same time. And if I wrap myself up in your scent, I’ll give in. You smell so enticing… good enough to eat.”

He doesn’t need to explain. The thrum of our connection is like a pulse between us, urging us to give in, just this once, before the outside world comes crashing in.

“This could be our last chance,” I whisper, some needy part of me winning the battle with common sense.

It’s the truth, and yet it sounds like a ploy to get him into my bed. It might be, who knows? My body is definitely out of my control at this point. He must be able to smell my arousal… I am standing right in front of him.

“I’ll never get over it. Losing you twice.” He’s talking to himself as he stares at me.

My heart shatters, knowing how much pain I’ve caused him. I want to say he won’t, that we could be together if only he’d give me a second chance, but I can’t promise him anything tonight.

“But… I’m not sure I can die without knowing what you taste like.”

My knees turn to jelly as his brown eyes peer up at me in the darkness, the faint glow of his beast showing me how close to the edge he is.

He feels this, too. An inevitability about what’s about to happen, like two storms on a collision course, powerless to do anything but wait and see what the destruction is.

“Take them off.”

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VANESSA

Ben’s hands slide down my legs, leaving tingles wherever they graze my skin. At my knees, he taps the inside of each leg, encouraging them wider.

Swallowing hard past my embarrassment, I do as I’m told. Right now, I’d do anything he tells me. I might not have followed him when he left, but I still belong to him.

As I shimmer the thin material down over my hips and let it fall to the floor around my ankles, he tightens his hold on my waist, refusing to let me step out of them.

Shifting forward on the edge of the sofa, he breathes deep and hums in pleasure.

“It’s nice not to be sneaking around this time.”

He lazily strokes a finger across my entrance then brings his glistening finger to his lips before licking off my arousal with a decadent moan. Slowly, he takes my hands and places them on his shoulders before he presses his mouth to my sex and devours me. His tongue strokes over my clit while he pushes one finger, then two, deep between my legs.

Keeping my balance by leaning on him, I shut my eyes as his fingers thrust inside me, curling to tease a bundle of nerves somewhere deep inside that I never knew I had.

“Ben!” I cry out, going up on my toes and rocking forward to escape the strength of the sensation, but a tug of my hips has me back where he wants me.

He sucks my clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue tormenting me, as I clamp down around his fingers and a climax barrels toward me, embarrassingly quick.

“Fuck. That’s it, Nessie. Give it to me.”

When he presses a third finger into me and sucks my clit even harder, I’m done. I break on him, my core convulsing around his hand, over and over again. An arm wraps around me to keep my legs from giving out as I hang my head, breathing hard, my body sagging against his while wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

“Yes, yes. Fuck, that was amazing.”

Ben pulls me forward with the arm around my waist, and my legs buckle. Sitting on his lap, I curl up against his hard, bronzed chest and let my fingers slide down to rest against his massive pecs. Running one fingertip around the edges of the tattoo on his chest, I catch my breath, twitching with little aftershocks as my body recovers.

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