Page 40 of Mortal Blood
“Like hell are y—”
My protest cut off with a sharp gasp as his tongue flicked across my sex and he grinned wickedly up at me, his eyes promising a ride full of pleasure and pain. A small whine of need slipped from my lips.
“Be patient,” he murmured huskily, his tongue swirling across my upper thigh, and then downwards to where I ached for him. My heart pounded in anticipation and I squirmed under his ministrations.
His powerful hands found my hips and gently tugged me from the tree until I was flat on the ground and utterly at his mercy. His hands traced the shape of my body as they moved down, opening my legs wider, and then his head was between them again. His tongue lashed across me in one long stroke from my pussy lips to my clit, and my hips bucked off the ground, but he kept me pinned with one strong hand on my stomach.
“Please,” I begged breathlessly, needing more of him already. He chuckled softly and lifted his head to meet my gaze with smug confidence before diving back in with his wicked tongue again.
He continued his assault on my body, alternating gentle licks with sharp nips until I was sure I was going to explode with sensation, with need for my mate. He lapped at my folds, teasing and tormenting me, every touch sending shivers of pleasure through me.
I squirmed against the restraining hand on my stomach, my hips bucking with the need for more, for him, and he tutted softly.
“Stay,” he reminded me, and I pouted but tried to resist the need to push myself against him, to draw his sensuous tongue inside me. His tongue flicked across my entrance again beforeretreating, and a growl of frustration bubbled from my throat.
“Cole…”
My fingers dug into the soft forest floor, clawing shallow groves into the earth as his tongue flicked over my entrance again, this time dipping inside to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves deep within before circling around it again…and again, until I was a puddle of need and desire beneath him. The cool night air brushed my exposed skin in sharp contrast to the growing heat between my legs.
His fingers trailed up my inner thighs, tracing patterns that made goosebumps rise along my skin as I clenched with pleasure. His finger brushed across my pussy lips and an incoherent sound slipped from my lips. With a soft chuckle he pressed the digit inside and my hips bucked against him, arching into his hand wantonly. My body craved him, needed him inside me, filling me up completely.
His free slipped to his pants and undid the top button, and I swallowed as my eyes tracked the movement. He freed himself, his gorgeous cock illuminated by the sliver of moon that hung above us, and my tongue darted out across my lips.
“Say you’re mine, princess,” he commanded as he pumped his fist along his length. The word was on the tip of my tongue, but I clamped my lips down and shook my head, teasing him as he teased me in a game neither of us could win, and neither us would lose.
He moved closer, positioning himself at my dripping entrance, and pressed his tip against me, then stilled. I moaned with need and tried to push myself onto him, but his powerful hand was back on my stomach in a heartbeat, pinning me.
“Who do you belong to?”
His strong thumb stroked the flat of my stomach, smearing the proof of my arousal across me and another soft whimper slipped out.
“Whose are you?”
I shook my head again, and he rubbed his tip against my clit. My eyes flew wide open as sparks raced through my body.
“Yours!” The word burst from my mouth in a ragged gasp, and his eyes gleamed yellow with satisfaction, then he slammed home inside me, sending raptures through my whole body. He rode me hard and I reached up to cling to him, meeting him thrust for thrust as our bodies found ecstasy in each other.
I threw my head back and screamed as my orgasm crashed down on me with brutal intensity and as the echoes bounced around us I felt him stiffen as he reached his own high, and spilled himself inside me, filling me with the proof of our love.
We sank back to the ground, still joined, and lay panting together beneath the moonlit canopy.
“Mine.”
Chapter Fourteen
I ached fromhead to toe the following morning, and the self-satisfied smirk on Cole’s face told me he knew it. But my jubilation from the incredible night we’d shared faded in the cold light of the rising sun. Nothing had changed. The packs were still on the brink of war, and my mom was still paying the price.
And Cole…Cole was still facing an impossible decision. Fight his own father, or let his whole pack be torn apart in a war that would have no winners.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back into him.
“It’s going to be okay, princess,” he breathed in my ear, and I nodded, but the truth was, I couldn’t see a way for that to be true. Whatever happened, life was going to change for us both. Forever.
I glanced through the window of our dorm at the rising sun and Cole followed the direction of my gaze.
“Time to go?” he asked.
“Yup. Demir doesn’t need another excuse to single me out.”
