Aaron snarled as he pushed into her. He rolled his eyes back and gritted out her name. His arms were flexed and looked hard as stone, his tattoos stark against his pale skin. An inch deeper, and he hit her sensitive nub. Her body gripped him over and over as he dipped deeply inside of her. Aaron shuddered, and she got it. She was right there with him, feeling high as a kite on endorphins.
When Aaron lifted his bright gaze to hers, there was some emotion there she couldn’t understand. Something intense. “Don’t give me your back,” he growled out in a voice too low and gravelly.
“Why would I—oooh,” she moaned as he pulled slowly out and pushed back inside of her. He was huge and stretched her past what she’d thought her body able to handle, but it felt so fucking good connecting to him like this.
Aaron lowered down and kissed her, his warm torso pressed deliciously tight against hers. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, and she repaid him in kind, biting his back. Angling his face the other way, he thrust his tongue against hers and pushed in again. Too slow. He was going too slow, and already she felt the needy pull to beg him to pummel her. He was trying to be sweet maybe, to let her recover from her last orgasm. But as she clawed desperately at his back, she realized it was something else that had him taking his time. A feral snarl rattled up his throat, and his muscles twitched under her nails as he drove deeply into her. He dipped his mouth to her throat and clamped down, held her there for a moment before he released her and licked the tingling vampire bite.
Here was a man at war with his animal.
She should be scared, terrified, but instead a trill of lust crackled through her body. “I like this side of you,” she whispered. Alana trailed kisses down his jaw, slightly dusted with raspy blond whiskers, to his neck. And then she played his game, clamped her teeth at the base of his neck and held him there as his animalistic sound vibrated against her lips. He pushed into her harder, held the back of her head, and curved his body around her, as if he was encouraging her to sink her teeth into him.
She could. Nothing was stopping her. It’s not like she could Turn him into a human. It would just be a mark that told other woman to back the fuck off her man, and right now that sounded pretty damn good.
Could she tap into her animal side and actually bite him, though? Could she hurt him with her teeth?
Aaron drew out of her and thrust hard again. She was getting close to another orgasm. He drove her farther up the bed, spread his knees wider, and bucked against her again and again, harder and harder. His hand tightened at the back of her hair, and he rasped out a word that changed everything. “Please.”
And she was lost to the moment, his hand pulling her to him, his dick swelling inside of her, every tensed muscle in his body curved around her in a way that begged her to bite him.
Closing her eyes, she clenched her jaw and pierced his skin.
“Harder,” he demanded.
Clutching at his back as he pounded into her, she bit him as hard as she could. Warmth trickled into her mouth, but Aaron didn’t even flinch in pain. Instead, he clutched her tighter as the sound in this throat rumbled through her mind, filling her senses. She released him and threw her head back as he slammed into her, faster, faster. Gone. She was gone. Every nerve in her body reached for him. His skin was too hot right now, but she didn’t want to ever disengage. She would burn before she let him go.
Aaron let off a helpless noise as he slammed into her and froze. His shaft swelled and pulsed inside of her with the first shot of release, and her body reacted with the first explosive pulse of another orgasm. She screamed Aaron’s name because nothing had felt like this, nothing in her life had been as big as this moment, as mind-blowing. Desperately, she moved her hips against his as pulse after pulse rocked her body. Aaron eased back by inches, then rammed her, shooting another hot jet of seed into her.
Now, she was hot on the inside, too. How could another person consume her like this? How could he make every cell in her body feel him? She was a matchstick and Aaron was fire.
Burying his face against her neck, Aaron twitched over and over, slower and slower until both of their aftershocks had faded away.
She thought he would pull away and disappear into the bathroom like the other men in her life had done, but instead Aaron lifted her up, straddled her on his lap, and just sat there on the edge of the bed, holding her. Rocking her. Smelling her neck. Rubbing her back right along her spine with such a gentle touch it made her want to cry for reasons she couldn’t explain.
Moments ago, he’d been wild and barely in control, but now he was showing a tenderness she’d never seen in any man.
His shoulders were tense, so she cared for him, massaging them until he relaxed.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, successfully confusing the hell out of her.
Easing back, she said, “It’s okay. That was…” Helpless, she shook her head. There wasn’t a word big enough. Dipping her voice to a whisper, she murmured, “That was everything.”
“I shouldn’t have asked you to bite me.”
His neck had bled freely, red trickling down and pooling in the bowl created by his collar bone.
The guilt settled in. “Does it hurt?”
“No, no, it’s not that. I just wanted to take things as slow as you wanted.”
An accidental smile stretched her lips.
“What?” he asked.
“You were successful, Aaron Keller. We took it as slow as I wanted, and apparently, I wanted to bite you.” She made chomping sounds against his throat and then giggled when he tickled her waist.