Page 83 of Mated
Caine pulls Nisha toward the unmade bed but the beast inside of my body won’t let me stray far from her. I follow, my hands kneading and massaging her flesh. Her breath comes in erotic fast bursts.
Her need fills the air until it is all I can smell. I will never get her fragrance out of my head. I know it. My beast knows it.
I growl.
She shivers against me, rubbing those plump cheeks of hers over my cock.
Caine grips her hair and drags her onto the bed on her knees so that she has to face us. “Stay, kitten,” he commands.
She goes ramrod straight, her sea green eyes wide, feverish. But she doesn’t move.
The demon’s hot hand presses into my chest. “And you, cat?” he asks. “Do you take orders?”
I bare my teeth at him.
His lips never break from that devil may care smile. “Such ferocity, cat.” He stalks around me, his hand gliding in a calloused caress over my chest, shoulder, back. The sensation is odd. Not bad. Just different. “What about a suggestion?” he asks from behind me.
I turn my head.
Those fiery irises of his track over me before raising to meet my gaze head on.
There is something about the dark knowledge in his gaze. The honesty. A small tremble ripples through my frame. His smile would make angels fall.
“Alas, I know you have never experienced many of the pleasures I can show you. And though I have no problem teaching you, this is about Nisha.” He stalks back around my front.
“Kitten?” he calls. Her head turns to him and the fire in his gaze grows. “Disrobe the cat.”
Shit.
Nisha climbs seductively from the bed, her long limbs unfolding and flashing her glistening center to my hungry gaze. My hands curl into fists. She reaches for the fly of my jeans, thumbs it open, and slides down my zipper.
I inhale the delicious scent of her skin. Feel her heat against me.
Caine crosses his arms behind her. “Take them off, kitten.”
Nisha grips my waistband and pulls the fabric down. My body is so hard that even devoid of the tight denim I rest against my stomach in a hot, beading line. She makes a sound and my gaze whips to her face. Her tongue darts out and she licks her lips. My cock jumps.
“Kneel, kitten,” Caine murmurs.
She goes slowly to her knees before me, but her gaze never leaves the throbbing head of my dick as she pulls the jeans all the way off. I step out of them and she tosses them far across the room.
“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he, kitten?” Nisha’s head bobs, her gaze locked on me like her very world is centered in the pulsing beat of my body. “Taste him.”
My head whips up.
His irises spark back at me. “Now, kitten, or you lose your chance.”
Small, warm fingers grip my length and my hips jerk.
Fuck.
I glance down as Nisha’s lips lower over the head of my body. The first brush of the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, and I have to dig my claws into my palms to keep from hauling her up and fucking her into the nearest flat surface. She swallows me down in a practiced gulp and white hot pleasure forks down my spine and into my balls.
Caine prowls around us, drawing some of my focus. “Good, kitten.” He grabs one of my hands and pries my fingers open. Taking in the blood on my palm with a wry grin, he twists Nisha’s hair into a thick rope and lays it in my grasp. I pull without meaning to. She makes a sound around me and my legs start to buckle.
“Damn it, Caine,” I hiss. But I can’t let go.
He just chuckles as she pulls off of me, leaving my body wet and slick. Her little hand circles me in a smooth twist, finding the cluster of nerves around my head and gripping my base tight with each pump. She licks me like a damn ice cream cone.
