Page 29 of A Hunter Cursed
“If you need me to stop,” Jeremiah growled, his voice even deeper, almost animalistic. “Just say the word.”
In response, she fisted his hair in a firmer grip, holding him to her. “Don’t stop,” she groaned. “Don’t ever stop.”
She was so close, and he hadn’t even moved from her breasts. At this point, she thought, all he’d have to do was breathe on her clit and she’d explode in what promised to be the biggest climax of her life. Her hips were moving of their own accord, seeking to get closer to him, to find the pressure she so desperately needed and Jeremiah didn’t disappoint, his free hand dropping to the button on her shorts. He made quick work of them while his mouth trailed hot, wet kisses down her belly.
She watched his progress through heavy-lidded eyes. Her breathing, short, staccato pants of need as his fingers hooked into her panties and slowly slid them past her hips and down her legs.
Looking up at her with the eyes of his wolf, he breathed, “You’re so beautiful,” before he leaned in to taste her.
A single lick was all it took. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her knees went weak, and her brain exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors as wave after wave of incredible pleasure washed through her. She would have collapsed in a boneless heap on the floor if it weren’t for Jeremiah’s strong arms holding her as his mouth tortured her with the most sublime gratification, drawing her orgasm out, prolonging the experience.
Her mind hazy, feeling drugged with the pleasurable aftermath of her climax, Keegan was vaguely aware of being lifted in muscular arms, held cradled against a strong chest, as Jeremiah strode to her bedroom. Kissing the line of his jaw, she couldn’t help but marvel at his strength, how secure she felt in his arms, and the ease with which he carried her. He hadn’t even grunted when he’d lifted her. He was so big, so masculine, she almost giggled at the thought of him ensconced in the overly-feminine décor of her bedroom. The antique iron bed with its baby pink sheets and matching comforter, the white ruffled throw pillows, her collection of teddy bears…
Laying her down on the bed, Jeremiah stepped back and stripped off his shirt exposing the sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen, leaving Keegan dry-mouthed and practically panting at the sight. Her man was sublime, was the thought that raced through her head as he came down over her, his weight braced on his elbows. Her legs lifted, wrapped around his hips to hold him to her as her fingers explored the silky-smooth skin of his strong back.
The kiss he gave her was gentle, their lips clinging as his thumb rubbed against her temple. “Do you want to stop?” he asked against her mouth.
She had closed her eyes when his lips first touched hers but she opened them now to tell him with a shake of her head, “I want more. I want it all.”
His answering smile was a thing of beauty, and then he was kissing her again, deeply this time, and her thoughts flew away as she indulged every pleasurable feeling Jeremiah Durand evoked with his mouth. It was only when her hand slid down to the fastening on his jeans that she stilled, breaking the kiss to tell him rather breathlessly, “I don’t have any condoms.”
“I do,” he assured her, that sexy growl back in his voice. “In my wallet.”
His mouth descended to kiss her once more and Keegan teased against his lips with a little laugh, “You were confident.”
Lifting his head so he could look at her, Jeremiah’s eyes, the bright amber of his wolf, glinted with humor. “Not confident, just optimistic.”
“Well, right now, I definitely appreciate that optimism.” With quick fingers, she snatched the wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. “Shall I do the honors?”
Pushing himself up, his biceps bulging enticingly from the maneuver, Jeremiah responded, “By all means.”
Keegan practically dove for the fastener of his jeans, so eager was she to strip this man bare, see the hard length of him that, so far, she’d only felt. Her enthusiasm had Jeremiah chuckling and that was also a new aspect of sex she hadn’t before experienced. Not that her sexual repertoire was all that extensive considering she had believed she was cursed, but it had always felt like serious business where laughter or playfulness were things that happened before or after, certainly not during. She loved it. The humor banishing any trace of awkwardness that may have arisen.
Pushing down his jeans, she got her first impression of his rather impressive endowment, outlined within a pair of gray boxer briefs. She’d gotten a quick glimpse the other night before he had changed into a wolf, but that had been nothing compared to this. Keegan’s mouth went dry, her fingers practically trembling as she peeled down that final barrier.
His erection sprang free, jutting proudly from his hips, and she let out a wordless murmur of appreciation as her hand wrapped around the thick girth. Silky-smooth, hot skin over a rod of steel was her thought as she stroked him.
Jeremiah let out a strangled sound and her eyes shot to his face to see his head tipped back, his eyes closed, mouth slightly open, and his breathing labored. It was a sexy sight, an empowering sight. She’d done that to him. She’d caused that expression of pleasure on his face. Her breasts seemed to swell with that thought, her nipples tightening, as her core pulsed with renewed need.
Wanting to prolong this moment, this thrill of power, Keegan leaned forward and traced the head of his erection with her tongue. The sound of air sucking sharply through teeth was her response and she smiled smugly. She could get used to this. Leaning even closer, she took him into her mouth as far as she could manage.
Jeremiah was in heaven – or possibly hell. Keegan was going to kill him and not because of any curse. He was going to die of mortification from coming so quickly he would probably set a world record if such a thing existed. Christ, her mouth. The hot, tight suction around him as she worked him over, was bringing him so close to the edge it took teeth grinding control to bring himself back from the precipice. He didn’t dare look at her, though he wanted to more than anything, but seeing her mouth stretched around him as she took him deep, those big blue eyes looking up at him…
With a snarl, he pulled back, though he hated to leave the heaven that was Keegan’s mouth. He had to or he’d be done before he ever got the condom on.
Pushing off the bed with a frown of concern on her lovely features, she followed him, and before he could stop himself, he grabbed her up in his arms, tumbled her back to the bed, his mouth devouring hers like a starving man. No finesse, just hunger.
She moaned, and the sound was music to his ears. Her hips bucked beneath his, his erection sliding against the silken wet heat between her legs and it was so tempting to just thrust home. His fingers scrabbled frantically for his wallet, his movements clumsy in his haste, but finally, he had a foil packet in hand and he almost shouted with triumph.
“I want to do it,” Keegan reminded him, her voice breathy with passion, her face flushed and incredibly alluring.
Jeremiah groaned. He was going to embarrass himself, he just knew it, so he may as well come to terms with it now.
Yielding to her push against his shoulders, he rolled off of her onto his back, clenching his jaw as she gripped his throbbing erection to keep it still while she rolled the condom down his length.
With a naughty grin, Keegan kept hold of him as she straddled his hips. She sank onto him with a gasp, her head thrown back with pleasure. It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen and he growled as he raised his shoulders off the mattress to wrap his arms around her. He needed to be holding her, kissing her as she rode him with such unabashed enthusiasm the memory would be permanently emblazoned on his brain. His. She was his. Forever. This union sealed the bond. Keegan Bishop was his mate, his future, his everything.
Licking his thumb, he pushed his hand between them, settling it at the apex of her core, stroking that bundle of nerves that was his salvation as Keegan rocketed toward orgasm. As those first throbbing pulsations tightened around him in a vicelike grip, Jeremiah let go of his iron control, felt his whole body tighten in anticipation, and with a growl, he thrust his hips deep, lifting them both off the mattress, as the most explosive climax of his life shuddered through him.
