Page 4 of Curses and Casualties
“I could live off the taste of you.”
Georgia gasps and arches off the bed, her fingers tightening reflexively in my hair as my tongue swirls around her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh god, Ryan...” she pants, her hips undulating against my mouth.
I groan against her slick flesh and slide a finger inside her, my cock jumping as her tightness envelops me. Her hips buck against my face as I work her inside and out, adding a second digit and curling to stroke that special spot inside her. I can feel it all, and I can barely keep it together.
“That’s it, love.” My voice is rough as I encourage her. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone.”
“Ryan!” Georgia’s inner walls flutter around my fingers as she climbs higher and higher, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. I increase the pressure of my tongue on her clit, flicking rapidly as I thrust my fingers deep, curling to stroke her just right. “Oh god! It’s happening. I’m coming! Ryyyyaaaannnnnn!”
With a final press of my tongue and a deep thrust of my fingers, Georgia shatters. Her body arches off the bed as a cry of pure ecstasy tears from her throat. Light bursts from her skin, illuminating the dingy motel room in a radiant glow. It’s as if the very essence of the moon is shining through her skin, casting an ethereal shimmer over every inch of her flushed flesh.
Beautiful. Our mate glows for us,Kane rumbles with deep satisfaction.
Her essence floods my tongue, and I have to grip the base of my cock hard to keep myself from joining her while I greedily lap up every drop.So fucking good. Every sensation that wracks through Georgia filters through to me. I can feel the pleasure, the ecstasy, and as I reposition myself on the bed and line the tip of my cock up with her entrance, the sensation trebles the moment I push inside.
“Holy fuck,” I moan, trying not to pass out as I slowly drag my cock back and forth.This is incredible.
“Ryan.” Georgia’s hands wrap around my biceps as we rock together, completely overwhelmed. “You’re glowing.”
“Holy shit.” I look at my arms and she’s right. “So are you.”
“Oh my god. What is this?”
“I don’t know,” I return, gliding in and out of her slick heat. “But I’m not stopping to figure it out. You’re so, so tight.”
“Oh, yes! Keep going!”
Georgia’s grip on my arms tightens as I pick up the pace, thrusting faster, harder. Our pleasure builds, and my eyes roll back into my head, the friction driving me wild. I can feel her tight, wet heat milking my cock, and I push in deeper and deeper. She gasps, anchoring herself to me like I’m the only solid thing left in the world. I plunge my cock deep inside her, filling her as she cries out my name over and over.
Mine. Ours. Forever,Kane chants along with each thrust.
“Oh god, Georgia. I need to come,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold on.”
“Come inside me,” she pants, her nails digging into my skin. “Please. I want to feel it, feel you. Give it to me. Please.”
Her words are my undoing. With a guttural groan, I thrust deep one final time, my release bursting from me as I empty myself inside her with a roar that shakes the thin walls. The pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that for a moment I fear I might black out.
Georgia cries out with me, her own climax crashing over her in a wave of light and sensation that floods through our bond and highlight every corner of the room. Her inner muscles pulse around my cock, milking every last drop from me as we ride out the intense pleasure together.
“Georgia, Georgia, Georgia,” I chant as the sensation becomes too much, and I slump down on top of her, both of us barely keeping it together as we come back down from that crazy, magical high. We just unleashed something ancient and sacred—the kind of power legends warn you about. And we did it in a two-star motel off Route 9. Holy shit.
For a long moment, we simply cling to each other, panting. The air hums with leftover magic and neither of us speaks. We just lie there, breathless, heartbeats slowly syncing until finally, Georgia giggles. I lift my head to look into her eyes, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “Something funny?”
Georgia’s eyes shine with happiness as I roll off her and she shifts so she’s close to me. “That was fucking amazing,” she says. “And we glowed. Together this time.” She shakes her head and laughs again. “So much for pretending to just be human.”
I can’t help but chuckle along with her. “I guess we’re not so great at pretending,” I say, propping my head up on my hand so I can look down at her beautiful face. “Good thing those curtains were closed, or we might have given someone quite the light show.”
Georgia grins up at me. “Lucky it’s the city and weird stuff happens all the time.” She reaches up and brushes her fingers along my scarred jaw. “But I have to say, this thing between us isamazing. The sex. Our bond. You.” She leans in and presses a light kiss right to the center of my chin.
“Does that mean you’re no longer having second thoughts? Even after everything we just left behind?”
Georgia bounces a shoulder, her expression turning serious. “I don’t want to lie to you, Ryan, I’m probably going to have a freak out here and there because this whole, ‘the fate of shifter kind depends on you’ thing is pretty intense. But at the end of the day, I’m one hundred percent yours. And I’d follow you anywhere,mate.”
Her words send a shiver down my spine, tingling beneath my skin. She makes me feel invincible.
“I like it when you call me that.”
She grins. “Mate?”
