Page 18 of Fae Divided
“When what’s over?” she asked, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. She tugged at his tee, making it clear she wanted it gone. Needed it gone.
James ignored her unspoken request, lowering to latch onto the stiffened peak, drawing it into the heat of his mouth.
Sarah arched her spine, releasing his shirt in favor of burrowing into his hair and tugging him closer, begging for more. Rough hands gripped her hips, dragging her forward until his erection pressed into her stomach. James relinquished her breast after a last, hard pull and blew on the moistened tip. He licked the darkened edges of the Mating Mark and then traced a wet path to her collarbone.
“So beautiful.” His breath was warm and sweet on her throat. He buried his nose in the curve of her neck and inhaled. “I’ve missed your scent.”
His hands slid to her butt and lifted her easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Cotton and denim abrading bare skin reminded Sarah she was naked, and James was not.
“Take this off.” She plucked at his shirt. Why was he still dressed? “Off, off, off.”
“Not yet,” he said, chastising her impatience with a nip to her earlobe. “I want to last, and it’s been way too long.”
“I need you now.” Sarah’s face planted onto his chest with an irrepressible whimper. Beyond desperate for him. “Please, James.”
His arms tensed around her thighs. Remorse, anguish, and an emotion Sarah could only describe as self-hatred seeped into her mind through their magical connection.
She looked up, breath hitching at her mate’s tormented expression. “No, I—”
He spun toward the bed, neck muscles corded, mouth a thin line.
“James—”
“Shhh.” He laid her sideways on the light blue comforter as if she were made of spun glass. “Let me take care of you.”
James straightened, grabbed his shirt from the collar, and yanked it over his head. It stuck on his well-developed biceps, revealing sculpted shoulders above the bunched fabric and rippling abs below it. Neck bowed, he peeled the tee from his arms and dropped it to the carpet. Lifting his head, he peered at her through disheveled dark blond strands, a casual flick uncovering sharp cheekbones and golden eyes glowing with desire.
Sarah’s heart fluttered. Her male was beautiful.
James toed off his shoes and unfastened his pants, pushing the jeans along with black boxer briefs down powerful thighs and kicking them aside.
Sarah didn’t have time to admire her truemate’s other assets before he was on top of her. His weight pressed her into the mattress, the length of his body blanketing hers. Delicious heat drenched every inch of her exposed skin, soaking into starving pores and nourishing a ravenous soul.
She felt warm for the first time in twenty-eight days.
“Don’t, baby,” he said, kissing her temples and the tears tracking into her hair. “Please, don’t cry.”
Sarah slowly exhaled. A shiver followed the quivering breath as James’s lips trailed from the sensitive spot beneath her ear to the slope of her shoulder. She heard the soft click of fangs elongating a second before his bottom teeth settled into the dip above her clavicle, the top pressing into the large muscle near her nape. The compression was too weak to draw blood; the strength of the bite insufficient for a lasting Mark. But Sarah’s body remembered what it felt like to be bitten by her mate, the pressure of his canines zipping an electrical current straight to her core.
James shifted onto one forearm, teeth continuing to grip without breaking the skin. He pushed his knee between her thighs, making room for his hips. His free hand coasted over the flat of her stomach to her slick center, rhythmically inserting and removing two long digits while circling her swollen clit with his thumb.
Sarah murmured his name and reached between their bodies, fingertips skimming his hard length. He pulled her hand away with a low growl, pinning it to the bed beside her head. The guttural warning for her to keep it there oozed dominance and spoke to her Ferwyn nature on a cellular level. Her ache for him intensified to almost painful heights.
James freed her shoulder and brought his mouth within a mere breath of hers, his wolf’s eyes shining brightly despite the return of blunt teeth. The mating bond vibrated with a mingling of love and lust.
“My Ca’anam,” he said with infinite longing, two words that said more than a wealth of pretty phrases.
He was gentle when his lips closed the small distance, touching tenderly and pressing softly against hers. He increased the pressure, slanting his head and exploring her mouth as if for the first time. Sarah inhaled through her nose, unwilling to break the sweet caress long enough to breathe. The scent of pine and the musk of arousal infused her lungs and set her blood on fire.
James’ palm roved languidly over her body as though relearning every vale and swell. It followed the line of her hip to the underside of her thigh, halting at her knee. He bent her leg toward her chest and dragged his rigid length through her wet folds. Sarah gasped into his mouth, the pleasurable friction nearly pushing her over the edge.
Breaking the kiss, James braced on his elbows. The tip of his cock poised at her entrance.
“You are my heart, and I will love you forever,” he said, his harsh breaths matching hers. He held her gaze as he threaded their fingers together and thrust.
Sarah couldn’t think. She could only savor. The heat of her mate’s firm chest brushing her breasts as he moved inside her. The fullness of his cock stretching delicate tissues. The tantalizing rhythm of his strokes and the grind of his pelvis against the throbbing bundle of nerves on every downward drive. How had she lived without this?
James’ tempo faltered, the controlled pace changing to irregular, pounding beats. A protesting whine escaped her throat when he unlaced a hand. It turned into a hiss as he found her clit, stimulating the hot ache between her legs with the perfect amount of force and speed.
