Aconite (The Elektita Series Book 1) by Christine Alvarez Page A

of ripping fabric broke through my haze as
I felt my dress slide down my body, finally coming to rest at my feet. Even
through his still clothed body I could feel Jonathon's swollen length pressed
against my naked flesh. I tried to wiggle free, fighting against my growing
euphoria. Jonathon growled in warning, deepening our kiss almost to the point
of suffocation before finally releasing his hold. I couldn't help but stumble
back from the sudden release, landing back down on the cot. The rough wool blanket was
harsh against my exposed backside.
    When I finally
looked up, Jonathon stood naked before me. His breathing was heavy with rage
but even his anger couldn't outshine his masculine beauty. My eyes followed a
bead of sweat as it trailed down his side making a path along his hipbone. The
definition of his frame was spectacular. My nipples stood at attention and my
sex was heavy with need as I watched him move with such grace just out of my
view. I would have had to turn around to see what he had planned. My fear long
since chased away, I braced myself on my hands and knees in invitation instead.
I knew what I wanted. The only thing I had to do was ask. Need and necessity
overrode all my ladylike sense as I arched my back, pushing my ass against him.
I gave my undergarments little attention as they were ripped away. He gave
kinder attention to my back as he traced the outline of my bowed spine, finally
ending between my legs. His finger slid between my folds, exploring as far as
it could go. Soft moans of fulfillment escaped my lips. Jonathon used his
thumb, massaging my swollen clit in rough circles as he pushed in and out with
the finger sheathed inside of me. The heat began to deepen as even
louder cries of ecstasy filled the room. When I thought I could no longer bear
it he pulled his finger out and gripped my hips, thrusting his hard cock fully
inside of me, wrenching a scream of pleasure from my chest. His thrusts, hard
and desperate, were gaining intensity causing me to collapse to my elbows. The
sounds of our naked bodies slamming into each other joined the chorus of
screams and moans that already rang through the room. The mounting orgasm
arched my back further, sending the sounds of my release towards the heavens.
His rhythm began to falter as my breaths came in shorter pants.
    Jonathon whispered
something unfamiliar against the nape of my neck. With one final thrust his
voice gave way to a rage filled scream. We both collapsed to the cot, his heart
beat against my back joining our rhythms as one.
     Warm, full lips
began to rain kisses down my back, taking extra care at my tender hips. A light
touch rolled me over placing kisses between my legs. Solid black hair created a
barrier to the figure eights his tongue made along my swollen heat. My lust already
began to mount; craving what I knew was about to come. I still hadn't come down from the
last orgasm and it wouldn't take much to bring me again. Sebastian's lips made
their way up along my sensitive flesh pulling small cries of pleasure from my
chest. Relief and pleasure welled up inside of me as I splayed my hands through
his hair. Finally, this simple pleasure was all I ever wanted. His teeth began
to nip and graze the same trail his lips had taken up the side of my neck. Ice
blue eyes narrowed in on a crimson droplet that had settled in the crease of my
lips. His tongue snaked out to erase the bloody path, ending in a slow,
exploratory kiss. He tasted metallic and of me. My legs fell open of their own
accord; I needed him inside of me. His kiss never faltered but deepened as he
slowly slid inside. Moans vibrated against our lips. I wound my hand through
his hair while I trailed the other down his sweat dampened curves.
    The wolves were
now slamming themselves into the cottage walls; their growls and cries becoming
deafening. Even with mayhem mounting all around, his gentle motions worked the
magic that was Sebastian. My body matched his in a gentle dance;