Every touch, every unsuspecting caress, was turning her on. Forcing her to acknowledge the heat that burned between her thighs. Just as she brought her fork to her lips, River touched her, callused fingers moving down her shoulder. She flinched and dropped her food. She looked down and stared horrified at the creamy bits down her shirt, on her breasts.
"Um ... I...” She attempted to get up without dislodging the chicken. His strong fingers wrapped around her arm and held her down.
Her gaze snapped to his.
"No, let me."
The Sahara desert materialised in Lark's mouth as she stared deeply into his swirling golden gaze. The fingers around her arm slid down until they reached her wrist. She followed their movements even as they traced the erratically beating pulse there. River grasped the edge of her tank top and pulled it up her torso. Lark shivered as she raised her hands. He caught her gaze and held it for a moment. Without saying a single word, he told her there would be no going back once he undressed her.
He was going to make love to her.
Lark found herself unable to deny him. Deny herself. With the heat burning in her veins and the attraction she'd always felt for the man sitting next to her, it was too much to ask that she push him away simply because he was under the spell of her hormones.
She wanted him.
She needed him.
Her dark hair flew around her face as he whipped off her shirt. Their gazes locked on her breasts. The creamy sauce lay between the plump contours of her bountiful breasts.
"Like vanilla icing on a chocolate cake."
Lark's gaze snapped to River's face. She wondered if he understood what he had just said. Or maybe she was reading too much into the fact that his favourite dessert was chocolate cake with white icing.
"River,” she breathed out.
His gaze lifted to hers. “Lie down.” His voice was all at once rough, dark and seductive. It was the most intoxicating thing she'd ever heard.
Lark felt herself getting wetter at the coarse sound of his desire. She lay on her back.
He braced each of his hard thighs on either side of her hips. She could feel the heat rolling off his chiselled body. Her gasp of surprise and delight drifted through the air when his tongue, wet and scalding, lapped at the cream, licking and sucking until all traces of the sauce were gone.
"I got it all. But I'm still hungry."
Lark's eyes fluttered shut when his large, warm hand snaked beneath her sweatpants, under her panties, and brushed across the dark curls between her plump thighs. She spread her legs for him, allowing him more access to the deepest recess of her flaming body.
"River?"
He pulled her bra cup aside, exposing her. His tongue flicked against her nipple, once, twice, and a third time before, she felt the tingling rasp of his teeth against the swollen bud. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she pulled him hard against her chest as she rolled her hips for his questing fingers. She keened when one thick, blunt digit slipped into her cunt.
"Fuck, Lark."
River wrapped his arms around her waist and lunged to his feet. He threw her over his broad shoulder and strode from the room. How he made it so quickly across the loft, she'd never know, but before she could catch her breath, River marched through her bedroom.
Lark groaned in irritation when she landed on the bed. Something poked her back. She glanced at the lump under her pillow. River's hands were faster. He pulled the small box out.
She groaned when saw what it was.
"Mega pack, Lark? You shouldn't have, but I'm glad you did,” he said with a harsh smile. One that lit up his amber eyes.
When I get my hands on Mom...
Callused fingers wrapped around one small wrist and pulled her arm down. Her palm cupped the thick bulged between his thighs. “But it might not be enough."
Lark's heartbeat raced as brazen, decadent images of passion seared her mind.
Her.
River.
Their bodies intertwined.
Her desire must have shown on her face, because a low, deep sound, tinged with the slightest vestiges of the beast that lay deep inside him, rumbled out.
His lips pressed against hers, his tongue thrust into the recesses of her mouth, stroking, tasting, caressing her, leaving her burnt by his consumption. Reborn by his need.
Wide, long fingered hands drifted to her back and unsnapped her bra, releasing her breasts. They moved low cupping the full cheeks of her ass, palming her through the cotton barrier.
But before she knew it, the sweats were gone and so were her panties. His hands moved over her inner thighs, teasing the soft flesh, fanning the fires of arousal that burned in her belly. River spread the swollen lips of her sex and pressed his thumb against her engorged clitoris.
"Oh God."
"That's it, love. Feel it."
She groaned when his fingers left her slick flesh. The hand in his hair slipped as he moved down her body. Too late, Lark realised his intent. No man had ever desired to give her that kind of pleasure.
"Holy hell, River!” she screamed when she felt his moist, warm tongue moving over her clitoris, flicking over the engorged bud. He swirled his tongue around her nub, licking, sucking, and tasting her swollen flesh. He drifted down to her slit and thrust the velvet muscle deep into her pussy. Lights sparked behind her eyelids when his thumb brushed across her clitoris and flicked the sensitive head as he thrust two fingers into the hot well of her cunt.
"Yes. Yes. Yes!” Lark screamed as she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips for his thrusting fingers.
"Shit! You're tight."
She gripped the comforter and shook her head as great, gasping gulps of air drifted in and out of her burning lungs. Sweat beaded her forehead and upper lip as pleasure pounded through her veins.
"Oh Lord, I'm coming.” The awe in her voice was evident. No man had actually been able to make her come. Every orgasm Lark had experienced had been self induced.
But this one was different, and not simply because, this time, the orgasm was a result of her partner's efforts. The pleasure was stronger, deeper, more demanding. It left her heart burning, her lungs struggling for breath as heat poured through her body. This was the kind of orgasm her girlfriends had been telling her about.
As the last tendrils of her powerful release drifted through her, Lark blinked up at her ceiling, too drained to do anything more.
"God, you're beautiful.” River's mouth crushed her lips, taking them in a soul-wrenching, torrid kiss. She sank into the pleasure of his tongue, tangling her tongue with his, touching and savouring him, devouring the addictive taste that was River. Need surged deep in Lark's cunt as her hands moved between their bodies, attacking his pants. She unbuckled them and slipped her hands beneath his dark wash denims. A slow smile lit her face when she found that River didn't wear underwear.
Tender, but determined fingers wrapped around his thick erection and slid up his length, measuring him with her touch. Her eyes snapped open when she realised just how equipped he was. Holy Hell! She wasn't sure he was going to fit, but she was more than willing to try.
He broke off the kiss and her gaze collided with his. Mischief lit his amber eyes when he leaned up off her. “You'll make me blush, love,” he rumbled as he pushed his pants down his hips. Lark's eyes drifted low, below the hem of his simple black tee to the curling hair that bisected his flat abdomen down to the thick mass that cupped his heavy balls and finally back to the long, thick stalk of cock.
"All yours, love."
Her lips spread into a smile as she reached and flicked out her thumb over the ruddy head of his dick.
River jerked beneath her touch and stilled her inquisitive hand. “Too close,” he groaned as he intertwined their fingers and pushed at her shoulders with his free hand.
Lark fell back to the bed as he reached for the box on her nightstand. He ripped it open and grabbed one slim foil. He quickly sheathed himself and pressed the thick length of h
is cock at the entrance to her womb. His fingers tightened in the dark strands of her hair, forcing her gaze to connect with his. “Look at me. Look at us."
River's gaze lowered to her sex. He grasped one thigh, leaving her more exposed. She sat up on her elbows and watched the slow glide of River's thick cock into her sex. Hard, French vanilla. Moist, soft chocolate.
His gaze lifted and caught hers. “Perfect,” he whispered as he surged the last few inches, seating himself to the hilt.
Lark keened as her back bowed with the pleasure of his commanding stroke. Her nails scratch his corded arms as he pulled out, pushing past the tight walls of her sex, sending pleasure tingling through every one of her nerves.
River leaned low and wrapped his lips around one nipple and suckled it.
Lark groaned as tendrils of heat drifted from her breast to her pussy before they echoed throughout her body.
He pulled out of her until only the last inch of his long cock was sheathed in her heat. He released her nipple with a pop. She lifted her hips and grasped the firm cheeks of his perfect ass.
"Stop playing with me."
"Say it. Say it, Lark, and I'll give it you."
"Fuck me already."
His hands moved over her torso, and plucked her nipples, before skimming down her arms until he reached her wrists. He wrapped his fingers around them and lifted her arms until they were over her head.
Until his hard chest brushed against the peaks of her breasts.
Until the new position pushed him deep into her sheath.
"Tell me who's fucking this pussy?” River asked as he stared into her eyes. Her eyes widened and heat filled her face as stared up at him. She tried to look away, avoid the admission he demanded, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his gaze. His eyes glowed in the barely lit room. The beast was riding him hard. The man she knew was buried deep beneath the surface.
"Who's fucking this pussy?” he repeated.
She took a deep breath when he surged into her, pushing her higher on the bed, forcing pleasure through her body. “Oh God."
"Who, Lark? Who?"
She disentangled her hands and speared her fingers through the silky strands at his nape. “You, River. You are."
"Mine.” The fingers on his free hand tightened on her hip. The other propped up his upper torso. He held her gaze as he thrust into her. She watched the light brighten in his gaze with every powerful, pleasure pounding stroke between the tight, moist muscles of her cunt.
In. Out. In. Out.
The slick sounds of sex echoed through the pungent air as he thrust into her, pushing her closer to an orgasm. In. Out. In. Out. River repeated the pattern and increased his rhythm even as she clawed at him, screamed his name, and climaxed beneath him.
"Mine."
"Yes. God, yes!"
"Mine. Mine. Mine.” He tempered each declaration with a pounding thrust into her cunt, driving Lark higher onto the precipice of sexual satisfaction, drawing out the length of her orgasm until she was crying out a river of pleasure.
He fucked her until she thought her pussy couldn't handle another orgasm. When she felt depleted, incapable of feeling any more pleasure, he thrust into her, sending her spiralling down into a seemingly endless orgasm.
"Mine,” River declared one final time as he thrust into her. His dark head tipped back and he howled, the sound of a wolf finding his satisfaction, as he pumped rapidly inside of her, spilling his seed.
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Lark woke to the feel of fabric gliding along her wrist. For a moment she was too confused to do anything but blink at the darkness that surrounded her. Then River looped the cloth and made a knot, binding her to the scroll pattern headboard. With shocking clarity she realised what he'd done and where she was.
Her pussy moistened and an ache grew in her abdomen. The intensity of her need shocked her. He'd spent most of the night between her thighs. She'd come so many times, felt intense pleasure at his hands every way possible, yet she wanted him again.
"This time I'm going to take my time fucking you."
Her eyes slammed shut and her breath gushed out of her lungs despite her attempt to steady her heartbeat. She shivered as her body temperature spiked and the burn that lay between her thighs became a wild fire. One sentence and he made her hotter than any other man's touch ever had.
She turned her head to the left, to the area where he stood just beyond her bed. “River, this is...” her words were cut off when he bent over, wrapped his full lips around the distended tip of her breast and suckled her.
"Right,” he groaned against her moist flesh. “Just the way it's supposed to be."
She shook her head as tears threatened to blur her gaze. River was under the effects of her pheromones. None of it was right. She wanted him to want her as she was.
Because of who she was.
Not because his feral nature dictated that he try and impregnate her by any means necessary.
"Please, River, we shouldn't. There's something ... I need to tell you."
He stepped from the shadows. His eyes glittered in the dark room. With her preternatural ability she could see every inch of him and his eyes. The heat. The desire, there in River's gaze seared her.
"River..."
One finger traced the circle of her dark, puckered areole. “No."
She stared at him.
"Talking. No. Love. Yes.” He plucked her nipple and gave Lark a harsh smile when she gasped in pleasure. Two heavy thighs slid over hers, descending on each side of her hips. His heavy cock pressed her belly as he leaned over and licked her nipple. River held her gaze as his teeth scraped across her nipple, sending sharp bolts of heated lightning through her veins. Air rushed past her parted lips as her belly jumped.
It wasn't until several moments later she managed to catch her breath. “River, I'm...” Her words ended on a gasp when his thumb glided over her clitoris, strumming the bud until it was swollen, ready to burst.
"Oh God, River."
"Yes,” he said as he plunged one finger deep into her sheath. Another finger joined the first. “No talking,” he reiterated. River twisted his wrist and caught her gaze. His thumb pressed hard against her clitoris.
Lark gripped the ties binding her to the headboard.
"None."
She shook her head wildly in agreement. River was making it abundantly clear that he did not want to hear what she had to say. Lark wasn't sure she was actually ready to tell him that she was in heat. She wasn't sure she wanted to face the reality of his lack of feelings for her.
For years now, she had been hoping that he'd look at her with passion in his golden gaze. Now that there was desire in his eyes, she didn't want it to end.
"Good,” River rumbled out as he leaned low and brushed his mouth against hers. His touch was sweet, almost painfully so. A slow glide of lips against lips made her belly clench with longing as heat swarmed her veins. Her tongue fluttered against the seam of his mouth. He moaned her name and captured her lips in a drugging kiss as his fingers withdrew from her cunt.
Slick with her desire, his fingers cupped her breast, shaping and moulding the mound. He caressed her nipple, spreading the evidence of her desire over the bud until it was wet. He pulled back, breaking off their kiss and moved down her body.
Lark's gaze followed him.
His bright amber eyes stared hungrily at her nipple as his fingers plucked at her second breast. Soon both nipples were covered with her juices. Her eyes slammed shut at the first glide of his tongue over her sensitive flesh. Slowly, with excruciating care River cleaned each nipple, licking off all evidence of her cream until she was writhing beneath him.
Lark moaned his name when he flicked her nipple. She cried out when he wrapped his lips around her breast, encasing both her areole and nipple in the heat of his moist mouth, and suckled her hard.
"Shit,” she groaned when he turned to the other breast showing it the same affection and filled his mouth, licking and sucking her.<
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River slowly moved down her body, weaving a wet, scalding path with his tongue until he reached the mound of her cunt. He dragged the velvet pad of his tongue down her inner thighs, up the folds of her sex, over the manicured ebony strands that led to the opening of her sheath.
Lark waited, breath heavy in her throat, for his tongue to reach her clitoris, her leaking slit, any part of her that might put out the fire that burned so hotly. But he took his time, torturing her, teasing her, licking every inch of her mound, every inch but her nubbin and hole.
"Please, River.” Lark groaned as she lifted her hips high, trying to force her cunt against his mouth, to get that talented tongue of his to give her the clitoral stimulation she needed. The hands keeping her thighs splayed and open for his unrelenting mouth pushed hard, forcing her legs against her torso. His tongue swept a wet, hot path down her sex and between her cheeks.
Lark shrieked when she felt the first fluttering flicks of his tongue moving south. “River!"
When she realised he was teasing her rosette, she found she couldn't make a sound. Shock froze her limbs, clogged her throat.
But River didn't want her quiet and placid. He demanded, “Take it,” low and deep. The sound vibrated along her sensitive flesh, stroking more heat onto her already burning body. She moaned and groaned above him as each kiss, each lick, sent her higher and higher, striding towards a plummeting orgasm.
He had yet to touch her clitoris.
His tongue thrust into her rosette one final time, stroking past the first ring of clenched muscles.
Lark sucked air deep into her lungs when something wet and hard slipped into her. “River?” she called softly, unsure of how to handle this new interaction.
His head peeked above her thighs. He looked into her eyes and held her gaze as he pushed his finger in deeper. Lark closed her eyes and shrieked as heat seared her, starting from the pleasure point his finger stroked, spreading towards her toes before blossoming throughout her whole body.
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