Page 50 of Until Forever Comes
“Love when you do that,” I said on a sigh.
“Good,” he responded, his voice scratchy as sandpaper, lust having flooded him. “Because I love doing it.”
Seemingly intent on proving the truth of that statement, he ate at me with renewed vigor, sucking and licking my cleft, then pushing his tongue into my hole and wiggling it inside, even biting the pale cheeks of my rear end.
All the while, I moaned and shouted and pleaded for more.
“Fuck, you’re something else,” he mumbled to himself as he palmed each side of my bottom and spread me wide. “Never wanted anyone like this.” He rubbed his thick thumbs over my pucker. “Never felt like this.” He pushed those digits into my saliva-slicked hole. “Didn’t know I could.”
“Ah!” I shouted at the wonderful feeling of penetration. I pushed back, grinding myself against his hands, riding his thumbs.
“Can’t wait,” he grunted as he lined his throbbing erection up to my needy hole. With his thumbs still inside, spreading me wide, he bumped the mushroom head of his shaft against my entrance. “Gonna feel me in your throat,” he said gruffly.
Water splashed out the side of the tub as he replaced his fingers with his shaft, shoving into me hard and deep and oh so good.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
“More,” I begged.
A growl was the only warning I got before I was yanked up to a kneeling position with my back pressed to Miguel’s chest. He wrapped one of his meaty forearms around my neck and the other around my belly, and continued to wage his welcome assault on my hole.
We moved in concert together. I slammed down as he thrust up, both of us grunting and moaning, desperately chasing our orgasms. Miguel pinched my nipples and moved his hand up to my face, tracing my lips with his fingers before shoving two of them into my mouth and mimicking the motion of his hips.
I sucked with gusto, fellating those fingers like they were the penis that was, at that moment, doing its level best to rip me apart in the best way possible. And yet, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. And Miguel seemed to know exactly how to give it to me.
He pressed his thumb to my chin and hooked the two fingers in my mouth against my cheek, tugging until my head tilted to the side. I shivered at the knowledge of what was coming next.
His fangs sank into my neck, and I screamed around the fingers that were, once again, thrusting in and out of my mouth. Miguel’s testicles banged against my backside as he somehow managed to push his thick pole even deeper into my body.
The pleasure was all-consuming and I burst—white, creamy seed shot out of my untouched prick. My mate followed me over the edge, stilling and holding me tight as he came deep inside me.
“WE’LLbe safe in here?” I asked nervously as I looked around the dingy room. The space was empty save for a mattress on the floor, which seemed to be the decorating style in this particular warehouse-turned-vampire-den. “Nobody’s going to come back today to use it?” My question didn’t make sense. It was daylight, which meant the only vampires we’d see in the warehouse were the ones already inside, two of whom were just barely out of death’s grip and the other two who were friends of a sort.
“I’ll keep you safe, baby.” Miguel dropped our bags in the corner, wrapped his strong arms around my chest, and pulled me flush against him. “I promise.” He nibbled on my earlobe. “The men who used this room aren’t coming back here or going anywhere else ever again. I made sure of it.” He paused and took in a deep breath, squeezing me tightly. “And I’ll do the same to anybody who tries to keep us apart.”
I nodded and rubbed my hands over his forearms. “I knew you’d come back for me,” I whispered. “Felt it deep in my gut.”
“Good,” he said, his voice just as low as mine. “I’m glad. Because that’s something you can always count on.”
We stood together, swaying just a tad and enjoying the feeling of each other’s heat, the scent of each other’s body, the sound of each other’s breathing… until the sound of footsteps rent the air. I stiffened and Miguel rubbed my belly, instantly soothing me.
“Miguel,” Katherine called out. “I’m heading your way, so make sure you’re not in some indecent position that’ll leave me scarred for life.”
“We’d better get dressed,” Miguel said resignedly. He dug through our bags and pulled out my shorts and shirt. “Here you go,” he said, holding them out to me. “I know you must be sick of wearing these. Just as soon as we get to our house, we’ll buy you some new things.”
“It’s okay.” I shrugged into my shirt. “I don’t need much.” It wasn’t as if I’d had a huge wardrobe at my parents’ den, and the things I did have were mostly hand-me-downs my mother had hemmed and shortened so they’d fit. Heck, the shorts I was wearing were full of holes and practically coming apart at the seams. It wasn’t like I minded.
I’d just pulled my shorts up past my hips when Miguel stepped up to me, already fully dressed. He cupped my prick with one hand and tugged the zipper up with the other. Then he gave me a squeeze and pulled his hand out of my shorts before fastening the button.
“There,” he said. “You’re all set.”
My skin felt hot and my breath came out in fast pants. Lord, but did that man do it for me. Just those simple touches and I was ready to tangle with him between the sheets yet again. Based on the self-satisfied smirk on my mate’s face, I reckoned he knew it too.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Come on in, Katie,” Miguel said over his shoulder. He didn’t move his wicked gaze from me.
“Oh, good,” Katherine said, sounding relieved. “I was sure I’d walk in here and find you in flagrante.”
