She did as asked, pulling away until only the tips of her breasts touched the hair on his chest. “Now what?”
He bent and took one of those hard tips into his mouth.
Heather cried out, arching her back and pushing herself farther into his mouth. He sucked on her, barely able to keep himself in check as she began riding his jeans-clad cock. The friction wasn’t enough to do anything more than torture him, but Heather’s reaction was spectacular.
She writhed in his lap, almost pulling her breast from his mouth more than once. He switched, desperate to see if her right breast was as sensitive as her left.
It was.
“Jeans off?” he whispered against her skin.
Again she nodded, but didn’t move. So Barney unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans for her. “You have to do the rest, sweetheart.”
He kept his hands on her as she struggled to remove her jeans, eventually laying her back down on the comforter as she shoved the pants and her underwear off.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed. This was his mate, this pale, ethereal creature who gazed at him with trust and longing.
“Barney?”
That wouldn’t do. She was starting to get nervous again. “I have something else to show you.”
“Oh?”
He nodded. He’d leave his jeans on for the moment. First, he was going to taste his mate, explore every nook and cranny until she came for him again.
Chapter Seventeen
She was naked, exposed, vulnerable to whatever he planned on doing. And from the look on his face, the pirate planned on looting her booty.
“Barney?” she asked again. She was getting more and more nervous as he stared at her, licking his lips like he was deciding what to do first.
God, she hoped he’d suck on her breasts again. That had felt…wow.
He bent down and did exactly what she’d hoped he would, taking her nipple into his mouth. His fang drew blood, sending chills down her spine and right to her clit.
Her hips arched, her pussy reacting to the sensation, desperate for a touch or something that would ignite the inferno she could feel building inside her.
His hand drifted down her body, cupping her, giving her that needed edge to start the tumble. When his fingers began to stroke her clit she cried out, clutching at his hair, his arm, his shoulders, anything that would make him hurry up and make her come.
His response was to suck more strongly. His fingers moved more insistently, as if demanding she come for him, and she obliged, crying out with pleasure as her body was racked with shudders.
She’d barely finished when she realized his fingers had been replaced with his tongue. Moist, hot heat enveloped her clit, sucking on her with a fierce intensity. Instinctively she cupped her breasts, toying with them, doing the same things to them that he had. It ramped up the pleasure.
Dear God, why hadn’t she done this before? She should have jumped his bones the moment she saw him rather than being afraid. Her gentle giant was keeping to his word, asking her what she wanted and then giving it to her with an enthusiasm that couldn’t be faked.
She cried out as something entered her. A finger? His tongue? She didn’t care. All she wanted was more. The slight burning sensation meant nothing to her, only the way he continued to eat her with a hunger that had her riding whatever it was that had invaded her.
It had to be a finger, because Barney lifted away from her pussy with one final lick. His gaze turned to her breasts, and she noticed that his eyes had gone completely brown. His Bear was in charge now, both of them seeking to give her ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams.
He licked his lips and zeroed in on her breasts as he continued to fuck her with his finger. Just his eyes on her was enough to make her want to do more, to make him hungrier, so she called to him. “Barney.”
Her voice was breathless, her body shuddering under his touch.
His name seemed to spur him on, because with a low growl he practically attacked her mouth, kissing her and moving his hand until somehow he was stroking her clit as well as fucking her. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she could taste herself in a way she never had before.
Close. She was so close to coming again, but she needed something more, something…she couldn’t define it, didn’t want to. All she knew was she needed it.
She pulled free of the kiss and struck, digging her fangs into Barney’s neck with a fierceness that surprised even her. His blood entered her mouth, the mating enzyme she released through her fangs causing her to ache even more.
“Fuck.” Barney’s groan was low and almost mean-sounding. His body left hers, leaving her reeling in surprise until the sound of ripping cloth filled her ears. She got on her elbows to see what he’d done.
He’d ripped off his jeans with his bare hands.
She tilted her head, curious even as her body continued to throb with need. “How do you not have the biggest wedgie in the history of underwear?”
He stared at her for a moment before tilting his head to the side. “Bad jeans?”
“Ouch.” She lay back down, crossing her legs, making the delicious throb even worse.
“Sorry.” He licked her mating spot, the one he’d made on her skin, making her moan. “I’ve got this sudden need to feel you writhing on my cock.”
“Oh,” she breathed. She arched up against him and felt the hard flesh of his cock slip across her stomach. “Soon?”
“Soon,” he crooned. “How many times do you want to come before I do?”
She whimpered, unsure if she should uncross her legs or not. He was going to kill her with orgasms before he finally took her. “Can you do that finger thing again?” Maybe if he stretched her out a little more, it would ease the way.
“Of course.” His tone had softened, her gentle giant back in control once more. At least she thought so until he was nose to nose with her, those huge brown eyes staring right at her. “And then I’m going to fuck you.”
She nodded slowly, spreading her legs for him. “I trust you.”
Barney shuddered. “You have no idea how much that turns me on.”
“Now?”
“Now.” His hand moved, brushing her hip, sliding along her stomach until he was once more caressing her clit. He kissed her again as he slipped his finger inside her, but the burn was a bit brighter this time, the sting a little bit sharper.
“Hurts,” she muttered, clinging to his biceps.
“I know.” Barney lapped at her mating mark, and the sting practically vanished under a wash of sensation. “I’m sorry it’s hurting you.”
“No no no, don’t you dare stop,” she breathed. He’d started to withdraw his hand, but she managed to grab his wrist before he could pull away completely. “Keep doing that thing with my neck. It makes the sting stop.”
“Then hold on. I’m going to try three fingers now.”
She gasped as she was stretched, but once again he licked her mating mark, sending pain and pleasure tumbling together through her body. “Oh God.” Her hand clenched around his wrist. “Coming.”
“Go,” he muttered, sinking his fangs into her skin.
Heather screamed, clamping down on his hand as she shuddered in an ecstasy so fierce her vision blanked out.
“Yes, baby, come for me.” Barney’s hand was still moving, still fucking her. She could hear the sounds of him moving in and out of her, the wetness and the stretch driving her insane. His lips continued to caress her mating mark, stretching out the pleasure he wrung from her, almost bringing her to the point of exhaustion. She was panting as she came down from the high, sweating and still throbbing.
“I’ve never had a lover so sensitive before.” He kissed her cheek.
Her claws came out and he hissed. She still had hold of his wrist, which meant she must have drawn blood. Good. Her Fox didn’t like hearing about
any other lovers but herself.
“Right. You’re the only one for me. Now let go of my wrist, baby, so I can fuck you properly.”
She did as asked, removing her claws from his flesh. He held up his wrist and showed her the damage, but she didn’t care. She licked the wounds she’d caused. He’d remember not to say something like that to her again.
“Shit. You’re a possessive little vixen, aren’t you?” The pride in his tone didn’t stop her from lapping at the wounds. “How do you want this?”
“Want what?” She stared up at him, the blood forgotten.
“Fucking, sweetheart.” His brows rose. “There’s more than one way to do this, so what’s your preference?”
“Tell me what you like.” She found she liked it when he spoke to her. It fired her imagination and made the desire that much stronger.
He nipped at her chin. “Missionary. On your back, me on top, my cock inside you.” He bit at her shoulder. “Doggie. You on hands and knees, I’m behind you, fucking you.” Heather shivered as he continued to describe positions. “You, draped over the bed, your ass in the air.”
She could feel his cock nudging at her pussy and had the feeling she didn’t have long to decide before he decided for her.
“You, riding me as I touch you all over.”
Oh. That one. “Me on top.” She could just picture him touching her breasts as they fucked.
He rolled over, taking her with him. She wound up draped over him, her legs on either side of his. His cock was almost where she needed it to be, but not quite. “This is your show, sweetheart. Sitting up, laying down, either way I can fuck you like this.”
She sat up, straddling him like she’d done earlier. “How?”
He smiled. “Lift up on your knees.”
She did as instructed.
“Now, take me in your hand and guide me where you want me. If…” He shuddered as she gripped him. “If you need to, scoot back.”
Before too long she’d maneuvered and wiggled until she had him at her entrance. She took a deep breath—
“Slowly.” His hands landed on her hips, stopping her from plunging down. “Take your time.”
She felt the tip of him slip inside her, stretching her. This time he wasn’t licking her mark, so the sting was fierce. She stopped, letting herself adjust to the pressure.
“Good girl. I won’t break. Do what you need to.”
She nodded, biting her lip and sliding a little farther down. She whimpered, needing him to do something, make the sting go away.
Barney’s fingers stroked over her mark. Over and over he caressed it, watching her with those intense brown eyes, his gaze glued to her face rather than where they were joined.
Heather smiled sweetly and plunged down on him, gasping at the strain.
Barney groaned, but it wasn’t in pain. “Why did you do that?”
She could feel her clit touching the thick curls at the base of his cock. Curious, she rotated her hips.
Oh.
Oh.
Mama likey.
Heather continued to move, dragging her clit over his curls over and over again, tantalizing herself with what was coming.
“Oh, fuck.” Barney’s hands were on her hips, guiding her. “Just like that, baby.”
She put her hands on his stomach. The stretch and burn were fading in the throbbing of her body, the need rolling through her once more. Experimentally she lifted up, plopping down on him again.
Barney’s claws extended, his teeth elongating even further. Her Bear liked that.
She did it again, and again, her mind on one thing only. She needed to come in the worst possible way, and having him inside her made that need an all-consuming flame. She whimpered as she rode him, digging her fingers into his sides, scratching him with her claws.
True to his word his hands glided over her skin. He palmed her breasts, squeezing them, toying with her nipples over and over again, driving her insane. He stroked her mating mark, making her shiver. He spread his palm over her stomach and caressed her clit with his thumb, sometimes brushing just the curls hiding it, sometimes rubbing it with fierce intent.
But it still wasn’t quite enough to send her over the edge.
Barney planted his feet on the mattress, forcing her to bend a little closer to him. Now he was doing the fucking, plunging in and out of her with fierce intent. “What do you need?”
She could see the strain on his face. He was holding back, waiting for her to come first before he tumbled over the edge. So she told him what she thought would end both their torment. “Bite me.”
“With pleasure.” He reared up, sinking his fangs into her mark once more.
Heather couldn’t even cry out. Her whole body began shuddering in the best orgasm she’d ever had. She could feel herself clenching his cock as the spasms rocked her body. She was certain she was going to die here, and she wasn’t sure she cared. If this was bliss, she god-damn needed more of it. His muffled cry against her neck told her he’d found his release as well.
The shudders began to subside, leaving her limp in his arms, tired beyond belief. She rested her head on his shoulder. “So. That’s sex, huh?”
Barney chuckled. “Pretty much.”
She bit her lip. “That wasn’t so bad.”
He tilted her chin up so her gaze met his. His expression was full of warmth and affection and something she couldn’t quite put a name to. “No. Not bad at all.”
She bit her lip, wondering if she was about to be too forward, but hell. This was her mate. “Round two after pizza?”
“Mmm. A girl after my own heart.”
As he lay back down and pulled her tightly to him she thought he had no idea how very accurate that statement was. She just hoped she’d manage to steal his heart before too much longer, because hers was already in his large, capable hands.
Chapter Eighteen
Barney stared at the woman wrapped in his arms. He’d claimed his mate, made her his, and now the consequences would be his as well to deal with. Her scent was all over his skin, her essence inside him, her mark there for all to see. There was no way he could keep her out of sight. Anyone who looked at him would know he was a mated man, and her scent could easily be tracked right back to Halle.
So. How did he keep her safe? He could leave her here, assign Artemis or Apollonia to guard her, and head back to Arizona.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Barney started. “What?”
She stirred, and it was then that he realized she was staring right back at him. He’d been so completely caught up in his own thoughts he hadn’t seen her awaken. “Whatever it was that had you scowling so fiercely.”
“That would be your safety, little Hobbit.”
She whined in the back of her throat. “That again?”
“Now that you’re out of the hospital I need to go back to Arizona.” There was no way around it. Casey Lee and Derrick were getting the run-around wherever they went. They needed him if they were going to get any further with the case.
“Oh.” She pushed up on one elbow. “I could stay with my parents and have Ryan take me back and forth to work with him.”
He’d thought she’d put up more of a fight. “You’re okay with this?”
“Nope, but we don’t have a choice.” Heather pressed a kiss to his chest. “It’s your job. Just like inking male behinds is mine.” She winked at him as she reminded him of their lunchtime conversation and how little he’d liked hearing about her client that day. Had that only been a couple of weeks ago?
“I was thinking of asking Artemis to keep an eye on you.” If anyone could protect her it would be the white Tiger. He doubted even Apollonia stood a chance against Artemis if he got serious.
She bit her lip. “I don’t want to be separated from you.”
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sp; “I know.” He cupped the back of her head. “The last thing I want is to be away from you. But it’s the life of a Hunter. I take out the bad guys, and sometimes that means leaving home for a while.”
“I could come with you.” She traced the edges of his nipple with her nail. “I could stay in the hotel while you work.”
“Hell no.” He stopped her roaming hand before he became too distracted. “You’re not getting anywhere near this.”
“Barney—”
“No.” Just the thought of her anywhere near the Senate gave him hives. “If you’re there, all I’ll be able to think about is you. I need to know you’re here and safe, or I’ll get my ass killed.”
“I know.” She put her head back on his chest with a pout. “It’s just…I don’t want to be away from you yet.”
“We both knew I’d have to go back.” He didn’t like it any more than she did, but what else was he supposed to do? Allow Chloe to die? “While I’m gone, start house hunting, stay close to Ryan, Artemis or Alex, and don’t leave home alone.”
She nodded, her hair brushing against his skin. “When do you leave?”
He grunted. “Haven’t made the plane reservation yet.” He tangled his fingers in her hair. “I haven’t wanted to move all morning.”
She eased up, pulling free of his hold. “I hate to say this, but the sooner you go the sooner you’ll be back.”
“Eager to have this over and done with?” He felt the same.
“More than.” She stood, stretching. She seemed so nonchalant and easy in her nakedness, but he could see how red the tips of her ears were turning. Without looking at him she headed for the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower first. You relax, or better yet, book a flight. I’ll make breakfast when I’m done.”
The door shut behind her, blocking the best view he’d ever woken to. “Damn.” He got up and headed for the tiny kitchenette table where his laptop was. He busied himself with booking a flight out that day, choosing to take the red-eye. He made a quick call to Casey Lee to inform him of his impending arrival.
“Hey, boss.” Casey Lee’s drawl sounded strained. “Your gal out of the pokey?”
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