Her Druid Desire (The Amber Druid Series)

by Trish F Leger

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  He would not push her away when the look on her face told him more than any words at that moment could have. She wanted something. She wanted it badly. Drake wasn’t sure if she could handle sex with him right now, and actually, he wasn’t quite sure he had enough control over his Druid side to calm down enough for her. With her slight frame and noted different sexual appetites than he or the women he messed around with, Drake would take any notions of what sex between them could be like and turn it into something primal, dark, raw, and utterly different than what she was expecting or used to. He didn’t want to shock her, but that would be exactly what would happen if he tried to slide inside her body right now. He wasn’t looking for soft words and softer kisses. What he wanted was someone experienced, and just as aggressive as he could handle. He wanted rough, bruising, scream my name, and claw my back sex, and no matter how bad he wanted it with her, he wouldn’t subject her to his wilder, carnal appetites.

  Although, the look in Nadia’s eyes when he had caught her staring had not been ashamed. Instead, she seemed like the cat that had found the secret bowl of cream and the prize in the Cracker Jack box all rolled in one. He hadn’t missed the self indulgent smile on her face and he would probably dream about it for days now.

  The delicious throb of blood in her body sung inside his veins as if he was the tuning fork and she the vein of gold he had been searching for forever. He couldn’t stop the glide of his tongue over the tips of his fangs the closer she got. It didn’t dawn on him that she might see that and become terrified, nor did it dawn on him that she would do what she did next.

  Her slightly built body sidled right up to the glass door that stood hanging open beside him, and without hesitation her hand came up to his face. Delicate fingers reached out, caressing his mouth at first and then without warning, she slid her finger between the opening of his lips and touched the tip of his fang. For Drake, it was like stepping off the edge of a cliff and hitting freezing cold water at fifty miles an hour. He was instantly awake to every thrum of blood in both of their bodies, the excitement level for both of them and the wild zing of pure lust that was coming from her in waves. He knew she was past the point of worrying about what they would do when they woke up tomorrow. She was only thinking about right now.

  She exhaled deeply and Drake could feel passion, indecision, confusion and a very, very strong emotion rolling off of her and into his feeling range. But for right now, he concentrated on the passion and did his best to make sure she held onto that feeling and let it flow through her. He wanted to give her so much.

  With a slight growl, he mumbled, “The thought that you were in here watching me this whole time has me very, very hard.” She shuddered from where her fingertips pressed against his speaking mouth. Her green eyes were huge and she still had a major blush riding on her cheeks. Drake let his lips close around one tip of her finger, and he nudged the end of it with his tongue. Her eyes closed halfway and she gasped. He let go, slightly. “Are you going to put me out of my misery or join me there?”

  As an answer, she slid her finger away from his mouth, and let both hands slide over his chest. The look she gave his body was so deep and flooded with such want that a warm tickle took place in the vicinity of his heart. She acted as if she had never run her hands down a man’s chest in appreciation. She acted as if the sigh of breath leaving her mouth had never been voiced over the experience of feeling her fingers embed themselves deep into hair, muscle, and tough, sun warmed skin.

  She was trembling, he realized, and pretty soon the haze of desire that had clouded around him blurred away until Drake was faced with the realization that Nadia had never done this before.

  It was all there, the slight hesitation in her touch, the wide eyed look that she still held on his body, the shiver that trembled through her fingers when she encountered the hard ridges of his stomach. She was as green as any other woman out there that hadn’t indulged in a bit of wicked sex yet.

  Two different emotions pushed in on Drake at once. The first one was shame. How could he go on with this when he knew now just how inexperienced she was? How could he ruin her purity that way? But with that thought came another one. How would he be able to let her walk out of this bathroom tonight without them both reaching fulfillment? Would he rather some other man introduce her into the ways of passion? Fuck no. Protectiveness poured through his veins, hardening his body even more. She was his.

  “You’re so…big,” she whispered on a high indrawn breath. Drake could see the awe in her face as her hands crept inside his chest hair and her fingernails raked a path from his pecs to his waist. He barely stopped himself from throwing his head back and growling like some animal. Bad enough, his growl escaped, which caused her eyes to come back to his face.

  Green, half lidded eyes held him enthralled, while her fingers tested the strength of his skin along his waistline. “I knew you were large already, but you really are such a…,” her eyes traveled back to watch her fingers and Drake watched too. She had let one hand creep over the tattoo on his left hip, “very impressive man.” Her fingers drifted over it softly, fleetingly and Drake had to stop himself from thrusting his hips towards her.

  His hand was still wrapped around his cock and he, absurdly, didn’t want to let go. In his mind he would explode the minute her soft, small, hot little hands touched his hard dick. He wasn’t sure he would be able to stand if that happened. Trying to put matters back on an even playing field, he leaned down and ever so gently got her attention again by placing his mouth over hers.

  She exhaled into his mouth and Drake suppressed a deep groan. He kept his hand on his dick and the other holding onto the door with all of his might. He didn’t want to touch her until she was ready for him to do so. Right now her hands were still on his waist, but one of them had moved back up to curl around the back of his neck. She canted her mouth, tilting it just so to give him better access, since he was so much taller than she. Drake nibbled at her half open lips, licking the bottom one, then the top. He created a pace that was slow and sure-lick, nibble, and swipe his tongue along the seam of her lips. Then he would repeat it over and over. He didn’t want to plunge into her mouth with his fangs right there and scare her off. If she wanted a deeper kiss, she would have to let him know.

  Seconds later, she grew impatient. Her other hand moved to his lower back while she stepped over the bottom railing and into the shower with him, pressing her body up against his where not one single iota of light could shine between them.

  His so called slow and sure pace evaporated. He let go of the door to the shower and placed both of his hands under her ass, like he had done earlier. With very little prodding, her legs were wrapped around his waist while one of his massive hands stayed under her ass, keeping her right where he wanted her, sitting astride his cock.

  His mouth ate at hers, thrusting deep then retreating and doing so again and again. She answered back as best she could. Her small tongue was swift and deadly accurate, giving him a deep lick on the roof of his mouth that caused him to growl against her. When her tongue laved his fangs, one after the other, he twitched his cock against her molten core. His hardness jumped against her and she moaned deeply, and then she thrust delicately against his hips, her heat riding his cock.

  Drake left her mouth and made his way down her jaw line to her neck. She allowed him access, as she thrust her head back and murmured, “Please…” deep in her throat. When he dipped his head and ran his tongue down the sexy line of her neck, he felt a surge of heated moisture against him and his knees almost buckled.

  Thank God he had picked her up. If she would have stayed standing and tried to touch his cock with her hands, or heaven forbid her mouth, Drake would have embarrassed himself like some adolescent with his first screw. This he could handle. As long as her hands stayed elsewhere on his body and her mouth above his waist, he was fine. And if he kept it up they would both be able to find some measurement of pleasure this way, besides, this was a whole heck of a
lot better than his hand. He had a warm, willing and very wet woman rubbing his cock instead. He shuddered and started a slow roll with his hips.

  Long, beautifully slim, and surprisingly strong legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. Her ankles were locked together in a fierce grip, but Drake could feel a fine trembling had started, and he knew as he rocked his hips a bit deeper against her feminine core, feeling the dampness from not only the shower water off of his body but her own wetness through the fabric, that she wasn’t very far from reaching her climax.

  He tongued her earlobe, wishing they were on a bed to where he could reach every delicious inch of her body, but he would take what he could get at this moment and besides that left an excuse to do all of this over and over again, but to do it right the next time.

  God, she was so hot. The heat rolling from her core singed his cock. His hands were now settled right under her ass, holding her tightly against his body while he controlled the movement he was giving her and just how hard, soft, or fast his dick slid over her sensitized, but material-covered flesh. He could feel the thrumming of energy that was growing from inside her body. Her nerve endings were singing in pleasure. Dew had formed on her forehead and Drake leaned away slightly to notice that her eyes were closed. Dark eyebrows were lax, not drawn down in aggravation like they usually were whenever she was with him. Instead, right at this moment she was so lost to sensation that her armor was no longer up.

  He wanted to see and watch her come so badly that his own pleasure took a backseat to hers.

  ***

  Nadia felt as if her world had tipped on its axis and would never be right again.

  Every hot fantasy she had ever had about Drake, starring Drake, or imagined Drake in was now happening to her. She had never known he was this unrestrained with his sexuality; she never could have imagined him doing what he had been doing, much less her walking towards him after a few suggestive words from him.

  He was so strong. He had held her up with one arm earlier and had been doing so again, but now both of his hands were placed right where the crease of her bottom met her thighs, and every once in awhile, all ten of his fingers clenched against her flesh.

  The very hard and very long length of his erection was sliding, sliding along her core. Thank God her pajama pants were very soft and now, very wet, but since he was giving her slow, sure strokes she didn’t think he was hurting himself in anyway. At the moment she hoped, no, she prayed that he wouldn’t stop. It just felt too damn good.

  The thought that this was Drake, her Drake doing this wicked thing to her filled her with emotions so close to exploding that Nadia wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him continually for a month, start crying from pure joy of finally getting a chance with him, or combust from pure, unadulterated want. All she did was keep her head back so that he could lick his way along her collarbone like he was doing now. She didn’t want anything to be over too fast, but she knew that the fire racing along her nerve endings, the fine tremor that had overtaken her body along with the frantic gusts of air spilling from her mouth, were all signs that she was going to implode in a firestorm of sensation, and it wouldn’t be far from now.

  Years of agonizing wonder on her part sent her hips into a slight repetitive motion. She started to counter his thrusts with her own. She didn’t know the first thing about what she was doing, she just knew that it felt good and he hadn’t stopped her yet, so she was going to keep doing it.

  His left hand moved from her bottom and slid over the wet material to her lower back. Long fingers dipped between material and skin, and seconds later his massive hand was sliding under the elastic waistband of her pajama pants. She felt as if she were touching a living flame; he was that hot. Her eyes slid open halfway at the same time that he turned them and settled the upper half of her back against the wet stone wall of his shower.

  Scorching eyes the color of ultra bright molten gold peered at her from hooded eyes. Nadia took in everything from the sweat dotting his forehead, to the gleaming, menacing points of his fangs from where his mouth was opened slightly. Heat pulsed low in her core and she flexed against him as his left hand gripped her bottom and moved the fabric low enough so that his other hand could join in. Now both of his hands were holding her naked bottom, as he kept up a wicked thrust against her.

  Nadia just laid there in his arms, held by the wall, his hands and his dick moving under her, and felt so alive and in tune with her body in a way that she had never felt before.

  This is what she had been missing for years. This intensity, this passionate, strong, sexy man had done this with so many other women…no…she wouldn’t think of that. She pushed the thought away and gripped her fingers in his wet hair, bringing his face down to hers once more. She wanted this moment for him and her only. She wanted to remember this forever, and by God thoughts of the women in his past would not taint it for her.

  With his lips barely touching hers, she whispered, “Your hands feel good on my skin.”

  He shuddered in mid stroke and let his fingers rasp ever so closer to the crease of her bottom. Passionate fire raced through Nadia as one of his fingers dipped down, then even further, until she knew he could feel the slickness of her core.

  “Oh…” She stopped moving against him and focused now on that sinful finger which was moving into territory that had never felt the presence of a man before now, before him. Flames licked at her stomach, branching out into her body, burning everything they came into contact with. She felt as if everything hinged on him either touching her intimately or burying himself deep, so deep inside her body.

  “Damn angel, you’re so hot, so fucking wet…” his breath puffed out against her lips and Nadia felt as if a demon had moved inside, taking over her body when she let her tongue come out to lick his upper lip. That seductive touch along with his frantic cursing made her feel disjointed and unhinged from reality.

  His carnally divine finger was slippery now and slid so very effortlessly down through the crease of her bottom to the very sensitive, very swollen flesh of her core. With one bare flick against her responsive folds, she jerked, then moaned deep in her throat, “Ohyesohyesohyes.” Between the hardness of his dick under her, still rubbing against her body, his fingers slipping down teasing her wantonly, and his mouth nibbling hers, Nadia was more than mystified. She just knew that she wanted release and she wanted it now.

  “Ah…you like that, don’t you, honey?” Another lick from his divine tongue and she let hers out to duel with his. That turned into a deep fiery kiss, until he broke away and nuzzled the soft area where her shoulder met her neck. His fingers flicked her receptive core, that small hidden flange of nerve filled flesh, and Nadia shuddered as his dick continued to move.

  She started to imagine that when he moved, he was sliding inside of her and the visualization coupled with his fingers and body moving against her helped the arc of pleasure grow to astounding heights deep in her body. A bolt of heat attacked her from nowhere and her inner muscles contracted.

  “Ah…yes…please don’t stop.”

  He licked her earlobe and said, “I’m not stopping. I’m never going to stop, even if you come once, twice, or even three times…you are going to have all the fucking satisfaction you can handle from me.”

  Nadia shuddered against him as he smiled against her neck.

  “You are so close angel, so very close. You want to feel it don’t you?” Another lick along her neck and her womb tightened with heat, “You want to feel me there, sliding deep into your body. Not my fingers,” a deep wracking sob flared up from out of nowhere and escaped her mouth. She was so close, so very close to that elusive bliss that she needed, “but my cock. I’m hard for you angel, only you…”

  At those words, Nadia saw nothing.

  Her body exploded with want. For a second there she hung, suspended in a world filled with such wanton bliss that she didn’t want it to end. She stiffened against him while her mouth opened on a soundless scream. Tremors sidl
ed through her while her core felt imbued with fiery heat and a flood of moisture. Tears burned behind her eyes as she held onto his body with everything she had.

  He growled against her chest, sounding like a wild animal, and she felt the tank top she had on loosen a bit around the neck. Then the shudders that had just torn her apart with pleasure, wracked through him. He surged his dick against her now swollen and extremely responsive core, and Nadia felt her shirt give way completely.

  Then…silence. Neither one of them moved. Nadia knew she couldn’t at the moment anyway. But Drake kept his head down against her chest where she could now feel his hot breath on the heated skin of her upper breast. Her fingers played in his wet hair and she was more than happy to stay right where she was until he deemed it would be time for them to move. Besides, his body still covered her up against the shower wall.

  He sighed harshly against her, “I think I ruined your shirt.”

  Nadia looked down onto the crown of his head, and then he lifted, looking into her eyes while he did so. It took her a few moments to notice that her shirt was ripped and gaping open, but not enough to expose her breasts out to the open. What held her enthrall though was the material of her ripped shirt hanging from his fangs. A deep, dark and very wicked shudder wracked her frame.

  She smiled weakly, “I don’t care.”

  He slipped his hands free from her pants and one hand removed the material from his mouth. “Good,” that was all he said before he let her slide down his body then turned away to flip the knobs for the shower again.

  ***

  Exquisite, simply exquisite, but Drake fought down the red hot brand of possession that was battling with his mind. Nadia was more than just some woman that he had shared a very sensual moment with; she was fresh faced, purity in a small perfectly wrapped package, wide eyed with what had just happened between them and Drake watched her with a feral quality that he knew he had to nip in the bud.

  Tone it down buddy. She still doesn’t understand exactly what happened to her body yet. Give her a chance to calm down before you go primal on her.