by Ravyn Wilde
She held his mouth to her breast and strained for more.
He laughed and complied with gusto.
Shuddering, she opened her eyes and watched the bands of dark ink move across his skin. She thought those were tattoos. They inched toward her body and she tried to draw back, to pull her nipple from Dax’s suckling hold. To move away from him and the crazy ink.
But he kept her locked in place as the dark strips slid onto her flesh. Her body absorbed some of them, and the rest spread out, working with Dax’s body and mouth to drive her crazy.
They pulsed, vibrated, and moved inside her. Teasing her inside and out. They pushed her to peak and kept her from going over. Torturing her with pleasure. Her body caught fire and she burned, needed.
Desperately needed.
The fire created by the bonds only eased when Dax’s mouth soothed, or the slide of his flesh alleviated the ache for his touch. His body and mouth created a different craving.
“I can’t breathe, I can’t think,” she moaned. And thrashed in his arms.
DAX WATCHED HER WITH heavy lids, moving to place her on his bed. She was beautiful, mindless and craving what only he could give her. He stripped his pants off and laid over her.
Eyes glazed with passion, she implored him, “You’ve got to do something. Oh, god make it stop.”
He stilled. And forced his mating bonds to calm.
“Noooooooooo,” she wailed.
“You said to stop.”
“More. Moremoremore god, give me more.”
It was the craving for her taste that decided him. Plus, somewhere in his lust fogged brain he realized something. His mate had never been with a man before. Although it wouldn’t have mattered to him if she’d been with many men. The snarl of his beast told him that he lied to himself.
But he needed to think of Lauren. To take his time and make this wonderful for her.
She liked his touch.
Maybe she would enjoy his tongue.
He kissed her and flicked her nipples with his fingers, swallowed her moans. Then he moved his body down, mesmerized by the satin texture of her flesh. Watching a deep blush of red bloom across her face and upper chest, he traced the red as it covered her breasts. Breasts crested with full areolas and dark puckered nipples.
Raising his gaze, Dax caught the look of uncertainty in her deep brown eyes. “You’re so lovely,” he said hoarsely. Wanting to explore every inch of her, he glanced down to see the strip of tight curls between her thighs. Breathing deeply, he allowed the spicy fragrance of her growing arousal to envelop him.
He lowered his body further, reveling in the sensation of smooth flesh sliding erotically together. Reaching one hand down to her thigh, he pulled her leg up, opening her wide enough to rub the tip of his cock through her slick folds.
She panted beneath him. Caught in the sensations and straining for more.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Lauren’s gaze locked with his. For a few seconds, the shields keeping him out of her mind dropped. They would need to connect, to tie their souls and hearts together. His life span was double hers and he wanted her life tied to his own. He wanted her with him forever. Once that connection was forged, it would only happen during sex, when she was in pain, or deeply afraid. Only then could he be truly part of her.
He felt the sift and shimmer of his bond markings as they reacted to that connection.
Feeling her body tense, he reveled in the shock and intensity of new sensations. In desperate hunger, her hands flew up to pull urgently at his shoulders. His need grew alongside hers and there was no question that she wanted this. Wanted him. Her mewling cries and seeking hands told him just how badly she wanted him. Flexing his hips, he played the tip of his cock over her clit. Teasing.
He stilled for a moment, trying to regain some measure of sanity.
“Please, Dax. Oh, God, don’t stop!” Moaning, she moved her hips, trying to entice.
With his body over hers, he kept her locked in place. Open to him. Dependent on his every touch and stroke. He wanted her wild.
Tamping down on the impatient urge to claim her body, the muscles in his neck bunched and strained as he fought the demands of his cock and remembered he had a plan. Trailing his lips, teeth, and tongue over her skin—he leisurely smoothed his hand down her belly, to slip over the trim curls at her mound. He dipped in the sweet warmth between her thighs.
Finding her wet, slick passage, he groaned in delight. Spreading the silky moisture over her labia to coat her clit, he tormented the little nub with his fingers. Dax teased, making Lauren buck and thrash beneath him. Her keening cries and gasped demands spurred him to slide down and kneel between her legs, to gently spread her plump outer lips and expose her glossy, pink heat.
Sticking out his tongue he licked. That one taste of her spicy essence shot through his system. Sprawling on his stomach, he put his hands on her hips and held her in place. Brought her sex to his mouth to feast.
His tongue was longer than most, a little rougher. And he could increase its stiffness and girth.
He groaned when her fingers clutched the short hair on his head and pressed him to her. She wasn’t letting him get away and that possessive hold spurred him on,
Lauren convulsed wildly when he pinched her clit with his lips. Plunging his tongue deep, he laved her, flicking rapidly. Concentrating the movements of his tongue on her swollen nub, he inserted his middle finger in her core and stroked. Once she was lost in pleasure, he inserted a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for his size.
LAUREN WAS COMPLETELY overwhelmed. Dax stroked, caressed and licked her body until she was immersed in a blaze of sensation. What he didn’t tease, the living strips of his tattoos did. Hovering on a threshold that had her body shaking, with one more swipe of his tongue she exploded in release.
But it didn’t stop. It just built again and again. Until finally a more intense orgasm ripped through her and blasted every cell.
It took long minutes before she could breathe without panting and Daxter crawled up to rest beside her.
Chapter Nine
AS LAUREN RELAXED IN satiated bliss, Dax stood and walked across the room, heading for a pitcher of water. His movement gave her a chance to see the fabulous body she had fantasized about all through the day-long walk. She particularly loved the sweeps of flesh down his side and on the inside of his thighs where it looked like he had scales. Iridescent gray and green scales.
Obviously, she needed new fantasies as hers were inadequate. The reality of this body was so much better. He stood over her and handed her a glass of water. She sat up and drank it. Placing the pitcher and glass on the table, Dax moved back to bed. He was on his knees, his cock curving slightly upward, to a thick head. His chest formed a broad and powerful V down to narrow hips and strong thighs.
She traced the lines of the scales and found them to be softer than she thought.
And he loved her touch, moaning and moving into it.
When he reached out to touch her, she bent into his hand and held her breath. It wasn’t just the sensual feel of his fingers trailing over her flesh, but the sight of his hand moving along her body—golden skin tracing her much darker flesh. And when he touched her, the bands stirred.
Reaching out to run her hands up his strong forearms, she marveled at taut muscles gleaming with sweat. A deep breath carried his unique, spicy musk scent. He bent over her sprawled body, bracing his arms on either side of her head, strength rippling in well-developed biceps. Her heart pounded in anticipation of more pleasure.
Kissing her, he thrust his tongue in her mouth. She moaned in delight when his broad chest brushed her nipples, triggering increased desire.
He parted her legs with his thighs and moved up
Her sex clenched in anticipation of his first thrust.
“I love your scent,” he murmured against her lips. “I love your taste. The dark musk of it drives me crazy.”
Continuing to kiss her slowly, thoroughly, h
e braced his body on one elbow and reached between her thighs with his free hand. Long fingers stroked her outer lips, finding the creamy seam. Her hips rolled upward, seeking that soft touch. He made a low, exultant sound and slid one finger deep.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Please, yes!”
The smile came slow and triumphant. “Good.” He angled his hips so she could feel the hot tip of his cock. “Because I’m more than ready for you. If it hurts, say something and I’ll try to stop.”
Lauren was sure he meant it. But she had no intention of stopping him.
He fit his body to her snug opening. Parting her folds, he pushed the swollen shaft gently, yet resolutely inside her.
She caught her breath at the slightly painful, but oh-so-pleasurable sensation of his thickness gliding in to settle deep. Groaning, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels in his muscular backside.
The scales on his thighs and groin stimulated her in places that she’d never dreamed would feel so much pleasure.
LOWERING HIS HEAD, he whispered in her ear, “Feel me, Lauren. Feel me claim you. See how good we are together. You’re mine.” Punctuating his possession of her with a strong thrust, he buried his thick shaft to the hilt, his pubic bone rubbing her clit, sending shockwaves of renewed pleasure jolting through her body. He withdrew, only to plunge over-and-over again into her tight sheath. As he moved inside her, his mating bonds slipped over her flesh once more.
“Mine!” he growled.
The dark bands would hold her to him, a link from one to the other. He would always be able to find her, and in times of stress and pain, use them to help her. They would also bring her pleasure. Moving inside her, finding the spots only the bonds could touch, taking her pleasure to heights not known by many. One band circled his cock and slipped inside her body, finding pleasure points and triggers.
Others rubbed across her nipples and clit, joining his fingers in an attempt to drive her wild. She would always crave this. The fierce, unmatched pleasure only Dax could give her.
Dax lay flush against Lauren, their skin slick with combined sweat. A potent feeling of possession deluged his soul. Grinding his hips, digging in her sweet heat, he used one hand to push her left knee up and out, so she lay open to him. In this position, he could move deep into her contracting channel. She felt so tight and hot around his cock. His body demanded a fierce ride and he released the last small thread of control.
Gritting his teeth, he wanted to scream at the incredible pleasure. He was ready to explode as the friction of her tight flesh engulfed him, milking and clenching in rhythmic torture.
Moving beneath him, Lauren met every thrust, her body damp with perspiration. Using the hand already buried in her hair, he pulled her head up to kiss him. This time it was a warning, said sweetly against her lips, “Mine.”
IT FELT FANTASTIC. With Dax’s cock buried deep inside her, she realized the first hint of pleasure from his mouth and talented tongue didn’t compare. His thick shaft hit nerves she didn’t know existed. She reveled in the hard slap of their bodies, in the slam of his groin against her mound and in his almost violent possession of her.
Feeling her inner muscles clench and strain to accommodate the invading force, she arched against him. She found her voice, demanded, “More! Oh. God. Dax. Pleaseoh, pleaseoh, please!”
She felt the bands move and gyrate inside her and she screamed in delight.
Filling her, stretching the snug sheath, Dax changed the rhythm on her. Setting a low, steady, pounding pace. Deep, driving thrusts kept her poised on the edge of madness and she begged for something he held just out of reach.
Inside she felt his cock throb, rake over pleasure centers. Undulating beneath him, she thrashed her head from side to side as she strained to find an elusive end to his erotic torment.
Howling when she came, Lauren’s entire body convulsed from the combined experience.
Instinctively, Dax opened his mind to share the explosive pleasure, And Lauren’s body came again with the added sensations. Writhing in ecstasy, she clamped her arms and legs around his shoulders and ass to keep him locked to her body.
Moments later, he rolled them to the edge of the bed, then stood with her still seated on his cock, and walked to the bathing room.
She buried her face in his neck afraid someone would see them walking about naked and connected. Then moaned each time his hips rolled. He lifted her off his body and took her into the warmest shower. Using the hot water to bath her.
She let the warm water envelop her, and felt her body relax. She lifted her lashes to the sight of water running over Dax’s body.
He had a rugged, dangerous appeal.
The light dusting of iridescent scales started below his bellybutton and tempted her eyes down to his thick cock. It jutted fiercely from coarse, dark hair and his heavy ballsac hung loose and then tightened under her gaze. Shaft bouncing, it expanded under her perusal. The deep skin tone of his shaft appeared flushed with blood and heat. The dark blue vein pulsed along his length and she licked her lips in anticipation.
The knobbed head glistened with a drop of clear fluid.
Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she tried to control the urge to drop before him and worship all that male beauty.
She trailed a soapy hand down the center of his chest. Taking her time, slowly gliding over his muscled contours, she paused to rub over his appreciative nipples and then traced each one of his ribs. Eventually, she reached the iridescent scales. She washed and rubbed and teased the shimmering area until she took him in her hands.
“OH, GODS AND GODDESSES!” He sighed overwhelmed with need as Lauren’s slick, warm hands slipped over his shaft. He felt his cock swell within the confines of her grip.
Wrapping her fingers around Dax’s shaft, Lauren stroked. Groaning in ecstasy he spread his legs apart and braced his hands on the wall in front of him, trapping Lauren within his arms. Water sprayed over both, running in rivulets down the lengths of their bodies. As she followed the course of one with her tongue, he watched her do a little creative maneuvering before dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth.
Legs shaking, it took everything he had to hold himself upright when Lauren slipped her lips over the head of his cock and sucked his shaft inside the heat of her mouth. Running her hand up from the base, she brought her mouth and fist together in the middle. The united constriction drove him nuts as did the slow pumping rhythm combined with the teasing swirl of her tongue along the vein underneath. Pulling back, she licked around the head and opened her mouth, surrounding him in sweet heat.
Looking down, he watched her head bob. Saw glistening lips slide up and down his straining flesh. The sight of her pink tongue darting out to tease the small slit in his blood-engorged crown, made him grit his teeth.
“Lauren!” The single word burst from his soul.
He used his back to keep the spray from getting in her face. When she brought her other hand up to cup his balls, squeezing gently, he couldn’t take anymore. “Enough,” he growled.
Reaching down, he lifted Lauren to her feet and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hungrily. He inserted his hand between their slippery bodies to palm her breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger.
Moaning, she shifted against him. Drawing back, Dax switched their positions and turned her around, helped her bend over and place her hands on the rock bench. With Lauren’s ass tempting, he grabbed her hips and used his knees to open her stance. Taking his cock in his hand, he pressed forward, gliding inside her slick passage.
He plunged in and out of her clasping channel, rocking his hips. Faster and faster he pounded into her until he could feel his balls draw up in preparation for his release. Leaning over her back, he wrapped his arm around her waist, smoothing his hand down her stomach until he could delve between her folds and stroke the tight bud of her clit. Dropping his head, he nuzzled the side of her neck with his lips and tongue. Felt
her body tense in readiness for her orgasm.
He sucked her flesh into his mouth and bit down, riding Lauren’s climax and pushing her to another. When she shattered a second time, he pumped his cock furiously and allowed his body to explode.
Standing under the spray, he struggled to breathe. Finally, when he could move again, he shifted them into the room and dried their bodies. Scooping up Lauren’s limp form, he gently carried her back to his bed.
LAUREN’S BREATHING quickened as she started to wake. Smiling, he ran one hand up and down her spine. Her legs conveniently straddled him. Bending his knees and letting them fall apart, he spread her legs.
There were so many things he wanted to do and all of them centered on playing with this woman’s flesh. He left word that they were not to be disturbed for any reason, he planned to saturate himself in pleasure and in teaching Lauren what could be between them.
Moaning low in her throat, she ground against his touch. He added a roll of his hips to make sure she realized he still filled her. Slowly scooting down, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed to a sitting position, fluttering her internal muscles.
This time Dax groaned. When her eyes fluttered open, he smiled into her dazed brown eyes. “Good morning, Lauren.”
Whimpering, she licked her lips and he took pity on her. Placing his hands at her hips, he lifted her a few inches up his cock then set her back down. Her eyes widened and he repeated the movement.
She moaned and pulled her knees beneath her, having figured out how this worked. She lifted her body up and then relaxed back over him. Dax let her set the pace. Cupping his palms over her breasts, he pinched the hard tips of her nipples.
Lauren found a rhythm that made them both groan in delight. Releasing one breast, he slid his free hand around her side to guide her forward, the motion bringing her breasts close to his mouth. They tortured each other, Lauren speeding up then slowing down, unerringly guessing which action would drive him insane.