by TJ Michaels
Bix pressed her hard up against the door, taking her mouth in a brutal kiss until she gasped and squirmed in his arms. Her desperate plea echoed in his head when he set her to the floor on shaky legs.
“Don’t you dare let me fall on my ass.”
Her telepathic words were as shaky as the fingers trying to fit the key into the lock. While she frantically searched for the correct one he lowered his lips with one thought in mind—drive her insane with desire. He caressed the full globes of her ass and she empathically reached for him with a longing so openly wild it made total chaos of any remaining sanity. By the time she got the lock open, he wanted nothing more than to run to the bed, strip her bare and spread her wide.
He crowded her inside, closed and locked the door behind them. She moved around the small room, flipped on a couple of soft lamps, and pulled the covers back on the bed. And he was on her heels every step of the way. Never stopped touching her. Never stopped stroking her. He just couldn’t help himself. Her body and soul enchanted him. Her blood called to his with such strength, it scalded his veins as it pumped through his body, craving to mix with hers.
Bix tortured himself by slowly stripping her where she stood. Very slowly. Every bit of skin he exposed made him swallow convulsively. Every moan and intake of breath was precious to him. She was projecting her emotions again. He was glad to know she’d pushed aside any anger at his unexpected arrival, or apprehension about his special abilities, and given in to her need. Her need to be filled, to be taken…to be loved? No, she still fought that one. But he was a patient man.
With an arm under her knees, Bix lifted her up against his chest. Her fingers eased under his coat and slid over the muscles covered by his white silk shirt. His skin caught fire. Bix didn’t miss the wicked gleam in her eye nor the self-satisfied smile when his pec muscles jumped and twitched under her touch. Eyes on Carin, he tossed her into the middle of the bed with a bounce, sending several of the plump pillows flying. He unlaced and toed off his boots without ever taking his gaze off her, allowing his burning need to zing from his eyes to hers with laser accuracy. Carin stretched and preened while he watched her rub her bare arms and legs against the bedding. Mmm, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
He growled like the hunter he was when Carin went still as a statue, her full attention on the movement of his fingers as the black leather trench dropped to the dark blue carpet in a pile. Button by button, his shirt parted to reveal more and more of his body. His golden skin glowed in the dim light, and she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from the muscles bunching and releasing with each movement. The shirt was laid neatly at the foot of the bed before he turned to let her look her fill.
He ran his hands over his flushed skin, tweaked his own nipples, and licked his lips while he pinned her with a sensual stare. The man was such a tease, but a beautiful tease. His chest was baby smooth, with not even a light sprinkling of hair. God how she wanted to feel that skin, stretched over such perfectly developed muscles, sliding against hers. And he was moving too damned slow. Carin sighed with relief when he finally unbuckled his belt, followed by the button and zipper holding his trousers closed. He spread the top of his pants, buried his hand inside and stroked himself, keeping his silver-streaked eyes on her face.
Carin held her breath as the garment was pushed over his trim waist, down his powerful legs to settle on the floor. A nice-fitting pair of black silk boxers was left behind. The guy obviously liked black. She couldn’t blame him, he looked damned good in it. Ooh, he had such a tight ass. Taut and perfectly rounded. And his legs were to die for. Legs even a woman would be jealous of. They were heavily muscled, smooth and lightly tanned, just like the rest of him.
His boxers hit the floor and Carin gulped. Oh my GOD. Her heart rate had been beyond elevated the moment he kissed her, but it was nothing compared to the thrumming in her chest at the sight of Bix’s impressive cock. Thick, ridged with veins and pulsing with a life of its own, it was so hard and long it tapped against the planes of his stomach. Despite being concerned about his girth, Carin’s mouth watered at the thought of what he tasted like. Soaking wet, she wondered for a second if her pussy and her mouth were having some kind of contest to see which could get wetter the fastest. Again, his hands found his stiff rod and stroked. She moaned as his thoughts pushed into her mind and her head filled with the pleasure he felt as his hand moved up and down his hardness.
He released his cock and Carin watched it bob up and down as he approached the bed. His movements were sinuous and sleek. Oh Lord, he was doing the predator thing, and it was so damned sexy she stayed there on her back, lifted her legs up in the air and purred like a lioness in heat. He kneeled between her thighs on all fours, and leaned down to take her mouth in a wild openmouthed kiss that left her panting and hungry.
She shivered from the inside out when Bix lowered his head and feasted on the underside of her breasts, nudging the full globes with his chin and nose, taking in her scent as he moved over her body. Carin arched against his mouth, fingers tangled in his thick midnight hair. She wanted him to gobble her up. To take every bit of her into himself. Never in her life had she wanted to be devoured like she wanted it right now.
Bix cherished every moan, every shudder. Her reaction to his touch overwhelmed him. He could hear her, smell her, feel her. And it made the tasting that much more acute, deep. He loved knowing how much she wanted his hands, mouth and tongue all over her. Focusing on her breast, wrapping his lips around the crown, he pulled it deep into the heat of his mouth. After one taste, he was like a starving man. Couldn’t get enough of her sweet Hershey’s Kiss nipples.
While he licked, tasted and lavished attention on her swollen, full globes, Bix rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against the slick, pink folds of her pussy. He shook with his own need, but no matter how great his want, her pleasure came first. As his mate, it would always be this way.
As gently as he was able, he slid the sensitive head into her creaming opening. She was amazingly tight. The feeling of her honeyed walls squeezing him was exquisite and sent his senses reeling. The sound of her aroused panting inflamed his own desire as he pushed slowly into her hot, warm sheath, inch by torturous inch.
The sleek caress of her sheath told him she hadn’t given herself to many men. Hell, she gripped him so hard if not for the absence of a hymen, he would have thought she was a virgin. Well, he might not be the first to take her, but damn it, he would be the last. The feelings of possessiveness and desire were headier than any he could remember in all his long years. Her smooth, cinnamon thighs were spread wide in invitation when her body suddenly stiffened beneath him. Bix looked down at her face and froze.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and he could feel her warring with herself, trying not to tense. There was no true pain, but she projected a slight stinging sensation as her body stretched to accommodate him. He knew he was a large man and a distraction was probably a good idea right about now.
His lips moved softly over hers, then over her ear, coaxing her out of her fear with words so erotic she blushed.
“Carin, you taste so good. I love the sweet heady scent of your pussy. It calls to me, begs me to sink my tongue inside and feast on your dewy center. God, I want you so bad, baby, I can barely control myself.”
When he returned to her mouth he dove right in and kissed the care right out of her head. The tickle of his teeth scraping back and forth along the sweat-slickened skin of her throat caused a delicious shiver to work its way through her body and infuse into his.
He barely managed to maintain control over his body, but his fangs? Hell, there was no controlling them at all. They just plain wouldn’t listen to him and extended with a mind of their own. He hoped she wouldn’t notice the sharp incisors, because heaven help him, he couldn’t stop now. He felt her wonder at the pleasure-pain of the little scratches and revel in the ripples of pleasure they sent down her spine. Pleasure she wanted to experience again and again.
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p; “Is he…biting me? Mmm, I like it.”
The second he heard those thoughts form in her head, Bix obliged and let his fangs scrape lightly across the column of her neck. Questing fingers slipped down to play in the close-cropped curls of her mound, then after a few torturous moments, drifted lower to skim over and around her clit. There was no ability to think at all now. The shared rush built and hummed, sending a blush from the cheeks of her face clear down to the cheeks of her ass.
Bix chose that moment to push fully inside and settle to the hilt. The slick walls of her sheath were agonizingly tight around his hard cock. The pressure was exquisite, squeezing him on all sides of his staff until the blood pulsed through the veins twined around it. He gritted his teeth and forced his body to remain still to allow her a moment to get used to his girth.
“Oh yes, this is what I want,” she crooned silently. His woman wanted to be full to bursting with his cock. To be well and truly sexed. Done up, done right. Heat ravaged his body where their skin touched, where he filled her. Shaking with urgency, Carin gasped roughly against his throat, pressing steamy, openmouthed kisses against his Adam’s apple as Bix swallowed convulsively. But the little knot at his throat was the only thing moving.
“Bix,” she whispered against his skin, holding him tight, her arms and legs wrapped around his taut body. “Oh, Bix. Baby, please.”
He didn’t reply. Couldn’t form the words against the barrage of sensation traveling from his cock to his brain, down to his toes and back. God, she felt so good stretched around his straining erection. His body was tense, every muscle tight. Sweat ran down the sides of his face to weave a trail of moisture down his neck and chest. The rocks of his biceps trembled with the effort of staying still. But he would cut off his arm before he hurt Carin.
“Damn it, Bix. Move, please.”
Instead he pressed his lips together and ground his back teeth.
“Lord, if you didn’t move soon I’ll blow a gasket,” she yelled this time, urging him to stroke deep inside her body. Instead, he let her feel his need, his urgency, and the iron grip he exerted over himself to make sure this was enjoyable for her. She needed to understand how much her pleasure meant to him.
Strong, warm fingers caressed his bulging arms and up to the solid, flexing pecs of his chest. Her fingers left little patterns in the sweat pouring over his skin. She pulled him down to her until her nipples stabbed into his chest, sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire torso. Suddenly, Carin stretched up as much as she was able and sank her teeth into his neck where the thick muscles met his shoulder.
The second she clamped down on his neck a shaken growl made its way out of his throat and he threw his head back on a loud yell. Something primitive, primal snapped and sent him careening over the edge. She didn’t have the apparatus to pierce his skin, but the sensation of her biting, licking and sucking him in that sacred spot made him hotter ‘n hell. So hot, the beads of moisture on his skin threatened to sizzle and steam like drops of water tossed into an overheated dry skillet. He couldn’t have kept still a second longer if she’d begged him to.
He eased his throbbing cock slowly out of her, then slammed home. Her cries of pleasure pulled hard at his already slipping control. Her words were wild, untamed, telling him what she wanted him to do to her, and how hard and long she wanted it. Her body twisted and wrapped around his, gave him pleasure, and took much more. Carin’s hips rose to meet his as she tugged and yanked on his hair, spurring him on.
“Harder, Bix,” she pleaded, half out of her mind. Her chest heaved, her breathing heavy and labored. “More, baby. Oh, yes, give it to me.”
Damn, she was sexy and hot for him. Only for him. How could he not give her what she wanted? Hard, fast, then harder still. One hand held her hip firmly against his groin as he plunged inside. He arched his body and buried his nose between her lovely breasts. The sound of her heart thundering underneath the plump orbs was hypnotic. Her blood. He could smell it, almost taste it. The urge to bite her, to savor the sweet nectar of her body, and then lick her from neck to knees was almost unbearable.
No teeth, no teeth! Oh shit! He clamped his lips closed and tasted blood on his tongue. His blood.
She met him thrust for thrust, pounding against him. Her slick, cream-coated pussy tightened and fluttered, milking him. Taking him. Her sweet channel had a vise grip on his engorged cock. If she squeezed any tighter he’d just give up the ghost and die. Panting out his pleasure, he pushed deeper and felt the ring of her cervix encircle him. His pants became growls. Bix went buck wild. Dominated her in their loving.
“Yes, take me.”
He reached down, his finger unerringly finding her thick, sensitive clit. The little bundle of swollen nerves pulsed under his questing fingers. He rubbed, tugged and stroked until she was delirious with pleasure. Until he was more than aware that every muscle between her toes and her head pulled tight, then tighter still as she strained against the pressure of the orgasm building within her core.
The spring snapped and she came on a scream. Bix, his balls drawn up against his body, was right behind her. He exploded in molten release, his thick load rocketing against her womb.
It was an endless loop of built and shattered ecstasy, both physical and psychic. His pleasure streaked through him, slammed into her, and back again, over and over until they were blinded with the sheer joy of it. In all his long years, he couldn’t remember anything quite like being with Carin. And he hadn’t even taken her blood yet. The thought of what that would be like made him dizzy all over again.
When his eyes regained the ability to focus, Bix just couldn’t bear to part with this woman. He rolled with her to one side of the mattress, still planted firmly inside her sweet treasure. The thick comforter at the foot of the bed was pulled over them and they settled into the plump pillows. Even when he could finally make himself pull out of her warm body, Carin remained sprawled on his chest, clinging sweetly to him as he stroked her back and placed light kisses at her temple. Together, they floated in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
After long moments, Bix finally spoke softly against her cooling skin.
“How long have you been psychic?”
“Psychic? I’m not sure if you can call it that,” she whispered on a sated sigh.
“There are different types of psychic abilities. Some people can detect thoughts. Others are empathic and can feel other people’s emotions. Which one are you?”
“Well”—she yawned—“I’ve always had a kind of sixth sense. Sometimes I can pick up people’s feelings. But until I met you I couldn’t hear them speaking in my head. Earlier, when you were leaving the lab you spoke to me in my mind, then ducked out before I could ask you about it. How did you do that?”
Bix didn’t answer right away, needing to know a little bit more about where she stood on her abilities. Just because she had them didn’t mean she accepted them. “Did anyone ever try to help you develop your ability?”
“Are you kidding? Puh-lease. I learned to keep it quiet, especially growing up. People thought I was weird. By the way, handsome,” she crooned, stroking a single finger across a flat male nipple, “you didn’t answer my question.”
“How did I speak to you in your head? Well, I have a little bit of psychic ability, too.” He left out the part about her being able to hear his thoughts because of their newly forming bond.
“But I’ve never been able to hear anyone’s words in my head before, Bix.”
He changed the subject. “Why did you bite me?” he asked, dropping a kiss on the side of her face.
“I don’t know,” she replied quietly, honestly. She tilted her head to the side, pondering, as if she didn’t understand it herself. “It just kind of felt right. Is that okay?”
“Baby, you have no idea,” he drawled, lowering his mouth to hers. He nibbled on her bottom lip before sucking the plump cherry, then rolled her onto her back and slid home in one smooth stroke. Bix was sure the loving would be easy,
slow and tender this time. After all, he’d been sated, right? Wrong. With each slide into Carin’s wet folds, a coal-hot spark shot straight from his dick to his fangs. And the more he sank into her body, the more powerful came the need to join with her, to bond mind, body, blood and soul.
He couldn’t stay easy and slow with her. His thrusts came faster and harder. The writhing, panting woman with her smooth cocoa legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on didn’t help. He looked down to where the skin of her calves brushed against his thigh. The contrast between her beautiful dark skin and his fairer golden hues was stunningly sensual and strongly erotic. Her pussy fluttered around him and her calves pushed into the meat of his ass, pulling him deeper.
“I love it when you lose it inside of me. Come with me, baby,” she cried into his thoughts.
And lose it, he did. Taking her just as deep and hard as the first time. She exploded around him, bathed him with her juices as her pussy tightened and flexed so strongly it felt like she would rip off his dick if he pulled out too fast. The woman milked his come right out of his balls until it blasted against her cervix with such intensity his vision blurred.
Damn, would he ever have the strength to leave her lush body? He sure as hell hoped not.
Chapter Seven
Carin awoke in the dark. She stretched, then winced as muscles she’d forgotten were capable of becoming sore protested her movements. She rolled to her side, her hands roaming over the cooling sheets where Bix had lain. His natural masculine scent greeted her, but he did not.
Why had he left her? She couldn’t help feeling disappointment at finding him gone. She thought he’d enjoyed their little tryst. She snorted to herself as she sat up and snapped on the lamp. Well apparently not.
She rose, padded out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. There, taped to the glass shower stall, was a note. She snatched it down and felt her cheeks heat. Her lips parted in a wide grin as she read it.