Page 29 of A Mate for Vasek
“Fuck!” The single word ripped from him like a snarl.
Vasek let her explore him with her hands, gritting his teeth, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of the tent. Her hands on him were wonderful, blissful torture. But he worried he would not last.
“Let me see you. All of you.”
He spread her out on the tent floor and took a moment to admire her full breasts, palming them before dipping his head and drawing a nipple between his lips. Dawn moaned, and the little nub pebbled under his tongue. Her hand slid under his tank top to knead his muscles.
He moved over to the second breast until he had twin peaks. Her scent called to him, and he longed to taste her and feast from the source. Replacing his mouth with a possessive palm, he cupped her breast, and he trailed kisses down her body. The need to touch every part of her was so strong that he even recruited his enhanced hand, glad that it gave him just as much feedback as his biological limbs.
Too eager to wait for his mouth to get there, Dawn encouraged him lower, her fingers tangled in his hair. It made him as hard as a rock to know that she needed him so much. His cock hurt from how hard he was.
He covered her mound with his mouth, and when he did, her dull little nails dug into his scalp. He reached down with one hand and trailed a finger up her inner thigh toward that sweet little pussy.
“Yes!” she hissed, her hips rising to meet him. “More.”
Gone was the terrified female who’d shied away from him. It was so fucking hot how demanding she was, how needy she was for him.
He plunged two thick fingers into her wet channel and covered the top of her pussy with his mouth. Then he was fucking her, his fingers ramming in and out of her depths. It was the vibrations from the low, sustained growl that had her suddenly quiet, a scream caught in her throat.
Vasek growled again, this time following with several rapid flicks of his tongue over the sensitive little spot of pleasure he’d found above her entrance. The pulsing around his fingers was followed by a keening wail that signaled his triumph.
She whined at the loss when he pulled his fingers out to lick them clean.
“Please.” She pulled at him, encouraging him to cover her. “Don’t make me wait.”
“I will never make you wait for anything. You have all of me.”
But his pants were still on his legs, hindering his movement. He let out a frustrated growl and shoved them down before attempting to kick them off. The fabric caught on his claws, and he snarled.
The sudden fear that filled the tent was not the effect he wanted.
“Do not be frightened.” Stars, please do not let her change her mind; he would die right now if he couldn’t have her.
But it wasn’t his outburst that had frightened her.
“The tent.” She clutched at him, scared. “It’s swinging so much.”
“The tent is secure. We will not fall,” he reassured her, glad that he’d done the optional tie-downs by securing the tent to the large trunk as well. There was just enough movement to account for the swaying of the trees even in a storm, but that wasn’t nearly as wild as it could be otherwise.
He tried to kick his pants off again, and she whimpered as the tent swung harder.
“I will flip us. The tent will move less.” And those fucking pants wouldn’t be in the way.
He did just that, flipping them over so that she was on top, straddling him.
Stars, she was beautiful. Her hair formed a golden halo around her shoulders, and he wanted to worship her more than any goddess. Inspiration suddenly hit, and he pulled her down over his body and captured her lips with his.
Dawn
Vasek was kissing her human-style!
And holy hell, was he good with his tongue. She tasted herself on him, and it was a total turn-on. Heavy hands palmed her ass, his fingers kneading her flesh as he claimed her mouth.
She writhed against the hard cock that was trapped between their bodies, suddenly not caring if the tent was swinging or not.
When he had first flipped her, she felt for a moment that she was the one in control, but that illusion was quickly dashed. Vasek was so big and strong that if he wanted to, he could break her in half. But he was being so gentle, and trying so hard to keep the feral beast at bay.
Suddenly feeling brave, she reached back and gripped his cock, marveling at the velvety feel of the thick, rigid shaft. The veins were so prominent that she could feel them under her fingertips. Vasek’s hand was there too, lining them up. Then his hands were on her hips, pressing her down to his broad, mushroom-shaped head.
