Page 35 of Great Falls Cadet
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Coal
Lera’s blazing sex clenched around Coal’s throbbing shaft. His blood pounded. Simmered. The scent of Lera’s arousal was strong enough to make Coal’s head swim, her body radiating a glorious strength that called to something deep inside him.
The woman on the islands who’d pieced together his soul before shattering it all over again. Yes, that was what his damn body was rousing to. Lera looked too much like her—that was all. That was it. It had to be, because Leralynn wasa student.A student he’d just met, splayed open beneath him, taking his cock like it was meant to be inside her. And Coal couldn’t make himself care. Couldn’t control himself, couldn’t do anything but throw all caution and every ounce of good sense to the storm.
Coal pulled back, thrusting again into her blazing wetness. Lera’s sex grabbed on to him greedily, merciless to the agonizing pulsing of his rock-hard cock. She moaned, making him bite back a roar as he slammed into her harder. Her bared backside was tight with muscle, the auburn locks of hair showing between her legs thick and wet. Coal craved to taste her. Bite her. Have her.
Despite Coal’s hold on her back, the woman’s taut curved bottom rose to meet his thrusts, until the smack of his hips against hers echoed wetly through the cave.Again. Again. Again.Each penetration driving deeper and raking like fire over Coal’s skin. Coal’s breaths came in ragged pants, the naked muscles of Lera’s back bunching in a beautiful response.
Leralynn’s moans turned to screams with each thrust, her mounting pleasure driving Coal on. Her voice was tantalizing as a siren’s call, cutting to his core.
Beyond the cave, the woods howled with the last vestiges of the storm, the branches cracking beneath the force of the wind as it conquered the forest. Yes, that was what Coal wanted. Needed. Craved with an urge so primal that his mind could not follow. Coal would conquer Lera’s body like that storm took the forest. He would make her scream with pleasure and need and desperation.
Three more thrusts, each hard enough to make Lera jerk, and Coal pulled back enough to lift his hips, flipping Lera over onto her back. The woman’s hair fell in pools of auburn, her blazing eyes such a rich chocolate that she seemed more than human. Her lush breasts trembled from the motion, the large nipples bunching as hard as Coal’s twitching cock, until he was suddenly unsure which of them would be doing the damn conquering.
He pulled off his wet shirt in one rough motion, suddenly resentful of anything separating his skin from hers. Lera’s nails raked up his back in appreciation, leaving trails of heat along his tightly bunched muscles.
Whatever control he still possessed vanished. With a growl, Coal drove into her again, watching her face as her eyes widened and glazed, her lush lips parting in a moan. Coal’s mouth was closing over Lera’s before the sound was finished, claiming her as deeply above as he was below. Her mouth was sweet and hot, her tongue tangling with his, drawing him in deeper.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.Each plunge into Lera’s gripping sex only made Coal’s need for her stronger, the force with which he drove into her somehow flowing both ways. It was as if this woman was inside him just as much as he was inside her, her power pounding against the shields protecting Coal’s soul. Chipping at them bit by thrusting bit.
A shudder ran through Coal, only the press of Lera’s nails against his skin keeping him in the present.
Stars take him. Coal intended to consume Lera, and yet, as he reached for her breast, he feared it was she who was going to unravel him into ribbons.
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Lera
Coal’s hand closes over my right breast, a moment of pain turning into molten heat that flows directly to my apex, intensifying each sensation. His kiss deepens to a demand. My legs wrap around his muscled hips, the large head of his cock scraping against every ridge inside me as he thrusts.
“Ahhhhhh!” The sound escapes me when Coal’s lips pull away. I feel an abyss closing around me, Coal’s cock taking me higher and higher until I know I will never survive the fall. His heaving chest and shoulders move over me, a breathtaking map of scars and twitching muscles and tight, glistening skin.
His teeth flash, his mouth closing over my nipple. His lips are hot around my skin, the bit of stubble grown after the morning shave scraping against sensitive flesh. Down below, my sex pulsates, each beat sending a wave of aching pleasure through my body. When Coal sucks on his captured nipple, the fresh wave of pleasure shakes my spine, and I clamp my teeth together to keep from begging for release.
I won’t plead. Not to Coal. Not ever.
I rake my nails over his back instead, his taut, naked backside, pulling him in deeper and marking him as mine. Coal’s head jerks up, his blazing blue eyes sparking with specks of purple. When my nails dig deeper, Coal drops his hand to stroke over my swollen apex in brutal reprisal.
My body explodes, the waves of convulsions hitting one after the other, each making the rising sensations that much more unbearable. I scream, arching to the cave’s ceiling, then scream again as Coal’s warmth spills into me, completing my utter defeat.
For a heartbeat, neither of us moves. His warm weight is so reassuring atop me that I never want the moment to end. When Coal finally pulls away, my world is still rippling from a climax so high that it has left me dizzy. Unable to think. To move.
I blink, uncertain where I am, my immortal body feeling each sensation—from the chill air to the rocks poking my back to my still-throbbing sex—with equal intensity. An overwhelming bouquet.
“Leralynn.” Coal’s voice is gut-wrenchingly raw. Low.
I turn my head to find the male on his knees beside me, his piercing blue eyes wide, his powerful chest rising and falling with desperate gasps. The purple specks in his eyes are gone, and the tightly bound blond hair now hangs in loose strands that brush his wet shoulders. Rubbing his face, Coal moves as far from me as the cave allows, and the loss of his closeness drives a spike of ice into me.
“I-I was out of line,” he says. Still on his knees, Coal’s back is straight, his head bent in utter devastation. On his thighs, his hands dig into the leathers we never fully got rid of.
Right. In Coal’s world, he hasn’t coupled with his mate—he’s rutted with a student he was supposed to have been disciplining. Driving out of the Academy.
I swallow. A bitterness fills my mouth, sending a chill slithering across my skin. I knew the truth going in. Wanted him on a level too primal to resist. And now the bill is coming due.
Sitting up, I wrap the remains of my wet shirt around my shoulders. “Yes, you were. Not here, but back at that stream. I’d say you were so damn out of line, you crossed the bloody border to Lunos.”
