Page 3 of Curses and Casualties
“Ryan,” she whispers, her warm breath washing over my skin. The sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t help the low growl that rumbles in my chest as I tilt my head, giving her better access to my jaw and neck.
Yes. Mate aches. Let her forget. Let her be held. Then take her. Cherish her. Protect.
Her fingers curl into my shirt as she grows bolder, her mouth moving along my jawline with more purpose. The softness of her lips fills me with a longing that I can’t ignore. And while I knowI should resist when there are bigger things at play here, my body betrays me. The need to touch her, to lose myself in her, becomes overwhelming. My hands move of their own accord, tangling in her hair as I finally give in to the urge to pull her closer.
Our lips meet in a kiss that’s equal parts desperation and tenderness. It’s as if all the fear, all the uncertainty of our situation, is being poured into this one moment of connection.
“I want to forget what we are, Ryan,” Georgia whispers between kisses, her hands sliding over my chest. “Just for a moment… I want to feel like I’m just a woman. And you’re just a man. Not a Soul Bond. Not a prophecy. No curse to break. No fate to fulfill. Just us.”
Chapter 2
Ryan
Itrail my fingers down her cheek, seeing the glow of Luna that’s already started in her eyes and is shimmering across her skin. It’d be impossible to forget, even for a moment, who she is. But I can give her the illusion of it if that’s what she wants.
I dip my head, kissing her neck softly, whispering against her skin, “Nothing exists except you and me, my love.”
“Just us,” she sighs, holding me tighter as I lay her back on the bed, holding myself over her as I kiss her again then slowly unbutton her shirt, unveiling a pale pink lace and satin bra. When I finally reveal her full breasts, I pause, drinking in the sight of her creamy skin and pink nipples that are already hard. She arches her back. “Touch me.”
I dip my head, closing my mouth around a nipple, teasing the hardened peak with my tongue. I can feel her shuddering as I graze my teeth over the sensitive bud, sucking gently. Her hands bury themselves in my hair, holding me closer as I move to tease the other nipple.
“Ryan,” she whispers, her hand slipping under my shirt, the heat of her palm against my chest sending a jolt down my spine.
She tugs at the fabric, pulling it up over my head. I raise my arms, letting her toss it to the ground before she runs her hands down my chest, tracing the muscles of my abdomen. I groan, closing my eyes. Her hands trail lower, unbuttoning my pants, before sliding them and my boxers down my legs. I kick them off, my erection twitching against my stomach.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, tracing her fingers over my cock, the heat of her palm making me shudder as she grips my hard length.
“So are you. I could never tire of looking at you.”
She smiles, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she strokes me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. The sensation makes me heady, and I have to fight the urge to thrust into her hand. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on sending the pleasure she’s giving me through our bond.
“Can you feel how good that is?”
Georgia gasps as the sensations flow through our bond, her eyes fluttering shut. “Yes,” she breathes. “It’s like a feedback loop of pleasure.” Her hand tightens around my shaft, stroking me more firmly.
I groan, my head falling forward as she works me with expert strokes, building the pressure low in my belly. The bond between us pulses with shared pleasure, amplifying every touch, every gasp. My hand slides into her hair, my heart racing as I drag her mouth to mine, kissing her hungrily.
Georgia moans into the kiss, her lips parting to welcome the thrust of my tongue. Our mouths move together with an urgency that mirrors the building passion between us. Her fingers tease the sensitive underside of my cock, making me growl against her lips.
Good. Mate knows how to please us,Kane purrs, satisfaction rolling through our shared consciousness.
My hand leaves her hair to trail down her neck, over her collarbone, mapping the soft curves of her body. I caress the swell of her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight peak before continuing lower. Georgia arches into my touch, her breath coming faster as my fingers skim over her ribs and down to the waistband of her jeans.
“Let’s get you out of these pants.”
She laughs a little as I push her back on the bed and unbutton her jeans, assisting me by shifting her hips when I pull them down her legs and toss them aside. I take a moment to admire the sight of her before me, her skin flushed with arousal as I position myself back on the bed.
I settle between her legs, running my hands up her smooth thighs. Georgia’s breathing hitches as my fingers brush against the lace of her panties, finding her soaked through.
“Oh, Ryan,” she breathes. “I need more.”
I can feel her need pulsing, an aching desperation that matches my own. With a low growl, I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly drag them down her legs, revealing her glistening folds to my hungry gaze.
“You smell so fucking good,” I rasp, leaning in to inhale her intoxicating scent. I press a reverent kiss to her inner thigh then spread them nice and wide so I can just look at how wet she is.
“Please.” Georgia’s fingers thread into my hair, urging me closer to where she needs me most.
I can no longer resist her plea, my mouth dropping to her hot, wet center. Slowly, I drag my tongue through her slick folds, savoring her unique taste as it bursts across my tongue. I groan.
