Page 17 of Great Falls Rogue
Shade’s body looms over mine, his yellow eyes fevered, black hair swinging around his sculpted face. His bare chest and shoulders are a field of rippling tan muscle. My heart speeds with anticipation, the magic inside me recognizing its mate, the vital connection with him it needs for survival. I need Shade inside me as I need air, the craving so primal that I shake with it, a moan escaping my lips.
Shade’s canines flash in pleasure at the sound. Since I knew him before he’d donned the veil, with my own amulet removed, I see the male for what he is, my body already bucking for more, my damp sex clenching around the emptiness I long for him to fill.
Flexing his arms to lower himself toward me, Shade brushes his sharp teeth along the exposed skin of my throat, stopping on either side. The predator inside my mate growls, its claim as ancient as the magic itself. Not human. Neither of us.
The pressure on my throat increases, Shade’s sharp canines tightening to the edge of pain. A blade of heat rushes down my skin, making my breasts tingle, the backs of my thighs suddenly prickling. My toes curl, each moment under Shade’s power somehow more exciting, more unbearable than the one before.When Shade’s hand slides between my wet thighs, I clench my legs together in an effort to capture it.
Dropping a knee between my legs, Shade shoves my wet thighs apart. Cold night air brushes along my hot sex,my gasping breaths loud enough to send the wildlife dashing for cover.Lifting his teeth from my throat, Shade covers my mouth with his, swallowing the sound. Down below, the male’s strong finger opens my folds, the callused pads running up and down my sex. Toying with me.
I growl.
Shade’s eyes flash. His pupils are wide, the gold around them as bright as glowing embers. Pulling free of me, Shade licks his fingers, the fevered need in his gaze rising with each suckle.
The desire the male radiates is enough to make my breasts tighten to aching. Hidden beneath Shade’s breeches, his bulging cock tempts me with the taste denied for so long.My magic bucks, finding the strands of his. Tangling. Yanking against restraints with all the enhanced power of the equinox.
Shade gasps. Pulling away, he raises his face to the starlit sky and draws a shaking breath. Another. His arms tremble, his thighs clenching around a great pulsing bulge. “You are hurt,” he rasps. “You can’t fight me off. And when—if—I start, I won’t be gentle. I can’t.” A shudder rakes his strong body, his breaths quick and shallow. Despite the chill, his temples are damp with sweat. The scent of him, like earth fresh from rain, fills the air between us. “If you want to stop—”
“I don’t.”I can’t.
Shade growls. His eyes flash, the magic in them taking over. “If you move too quickly, I will hunt you.” A warning.
“You can try.”Baring my teeth, I rip his flies open, his cock springing free. The long velvety shaft rocks beneath its own weight, the moist tip of it glistening in the starlight. Making my mouth water for it. I rake my nails along Shade’s shoulder, and he sheathes his cock inside me in a single hard thrust.
I gasp, his size filling me completely.
Without waiting, Shade pulls back and thrusts again with a groan, the great length of him taking me by surprise no matter how many times I’ve felt it.Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The thick head of his cock hits the sensitive ridges inside my channel, sending zings of spasming pleasure rippling through my back and thighs.
My channel clenches around Shade’s shaft, but it is still not enough. Gripping his waist with my legs, I push my hips up into him and—I scream as a blaze of pain shoots through my wounded thigh, tears springing to my eyes. Inside me, I can feel the closeness of Shade’s healing magic, its desire to knit my flesh together—just as I feel the shackles of the mortal world holding everything down.
Shade pulls free of me.
“No!” I grab his shoulders.
Brushing me off him with a single, powerful motion, Shade flips me over the heap of clothes piled high on the moss. My backside is suddenly high in the air, my legs bent, my face pressing into a shirt that smells of Shade.
But I can’t see him. Can’t grab him.
Gritting my teeth against the stabbing in my thigh, I try to flip back over—making it all of two inches before a biting slap on my bottom sends a different kind of blaze all through my skin.
I yelp, clenching my backside, only to discover Shade has spread my thighs, his fingers stroking inside my folds. The male’s deft fingertips brush ruthlessly along either side of my apex, the sting from my bottom echoing all along the swollen bud. Magnifying each sensation. Molten flame consumes my throbbing sex, pushing me to the edge of an abyss.
Then the head of Shade’s pulsing cock is at my entrance again, sliding easily through the wetness. In and out, in and out, the sound of his hips smacking my backside reverberating through the forest.
I barely catch my breath when I feel Shade’s hands on me again, one reaching around to stroke my apex while the other cups my right breast, rolling my nipple. Shade’s large body engulfs mine, holding me from all sides.
Too much,my wounded body screams at me, my breaths coming as fast as the rushing stream beside us. The pulsing inside my channel, the spark of pain on my thigh, the escalating zings streaking from my breasts to my sensitive bud. The pressure building inside me is exquisite, my whole shuddering core knowing that something must give.
His gasps tickle my ear, his throbbing shaft sending ripples of vibration through me. His hand shifts from my breast, desperately digging into my hips to get more purchase, pulling me back harder against him in a frenzy. The abyss looming before me is surely large enough to swallow us both. Yet it does not.
The pressure grows, squeezing my need, my lungs, my magic. His finger quickens along my apex, flickering left and right and middle.
“Leralynn!” He bellows suddenly, the tension between us finally giving way. Shade’s magic floods our connection, searing my wounds just as the ecstasy of release shoves me over its own cliff.
Agony and elation weave together, the warmth Shade spills inside me spreading like the strongest of spirits. I shudder. Once. Twice. With the third great spasm, I arch toward the stars, screaming Shade’s name as the world flickers around the edges.
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Lera
