Page 55 of Under a Wicked Moon
She gripped the back of his head and leaned back a bit to make eye contact. “Don’t stop.”
“I tried to keep away, Vivi. I fucking tried.” He leaned into the curve of her neck and kissed her while his finger slid around her panties, knuckle-deep in paradise. Every little pant and moan made him harder, ready. She kissed his jaw up to his lips.
“We shouldn’t,” he said against her lips. “I don’t want to stop…can’t… Tell me to stop now before it’s too late.”
She caught his chin to stare deep into his eyes. “I know you’re scared. I am too, knowing they mucked around in my head, but I don’t feel anything forcing me to do this. Humans can’t cause me to feel all this by putting a few control words in my head. Wouldn’t I seem more robotic and less emotionally involved if someone programmed me to do this? This is me and I want this. I want tofeelthis.” She fumbled at the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. “I don’t want to live with the regret of saying no out of fear. What if something bad happenstomorrow?”
“Vivi.” He dropped his head back and groaned when she touched him.
She worked her hand into his pants and gently squeezed the length of him.
He moaned.
She said, “I’m starting a new life right now. You, me, and this.”
He lifted her. She locked her legs around his back as he stumbled toward the bed.
Their mouths searched each other, hungry and possessive. Finally, she pulled away, looking as dazed as he felt. Her mouth, swollen and wet from kisses, looked serious as she gave him a penetrating, starved stare.
“I want you. In every way possible, but right now, inside me.” She coaxed his hand onto her breast.
“Patience. I’m still making up my mind.” He slid a thumb across her nipple. Her breath came out choppy and her eyelids closed on a moan. He gently pulled the gown over her head and bent to take one nipple into his mouth. She gasped and plunged her fingers into his hair.
He laid a kiss on her collarbone and moved lower once more, but instead of kissing her breasts, he rubbed his scruff over a pointed nipple and the sensitive skin. Her entire body bowed toward him. He used his tongue to tease between use of his scruff. He continued until her body vibrated, shuddering on the edge of release. Not yet. He pulled away to move downward, past her stomach, to rest his chin between her legs. But when he arrived there, he paused.
“You’re beautiful, Vivi. I just…”
“This is real. You can’t fabricate this kind of chemistry, can you? I met quite a few other lycans in that prison, and believe me when I say I’d rather die or kill one of them than allow them to lay a finger on me. But you? I wanted you the moment you wereshoved into the room.”
“That was heat hormones talking.”
“Ky, I need you to say this is okay and that you believe this is me saying yes. That I am not being coerced into this by someone else who ordered me to do it. Can’t we have this one moment and admit this is genuine attraction?”
“Okay. This one moment,” he whispered. “It’s real, isn’t it?”
“This has to be real. It’ll always be real.” She took his hand in hers and pulled it to her spread legs, swiping one of his fingers across her arousal. “Everything about this is too intense to be faked. Do you feel that?” she asked. “That’s what you do to me, Ky. Every time I’m in the same room as you. Every time I think of you, I feel like this…wet and needing you to touch me.”
Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of him.
A few passes with his tongue, and her pelvis angled toward him. She moaned out a strangled sound. “Jesus. Would you stop teasing and let me come?”
He glanced up before he continued to meet her passion-drugged eyes.Mine. You will remember me.
He buried his face between her legs, tongue stroking hard and fast. The way she tasted was so sweet. He could spend hours right here.
“Ky!” she cried out.
No more stopping. There was too much passion here for this to be the product of something humans wanted.
No more denying themselves.
Nothing blocking them from taking what each wanted. Right now, he wanted to hear her come. Over and over.
If her mental triggers were activated and she was ordered to forget him, or she chose to take the amnesia drug Nova had taken, she’d forget him and everything that happened in the prison. He would burn himself into her subconscious so a part of her would remember.
“Yes, right there,” she encouraged and sifted her hand through his hair. Her body tightened. A few more strokes and she spasmed against him, shouting in pleasure. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever experienced to hear the sounds that escaped her.
She sat upward, languid and heavy-lidded. “Thank you.”
