Eyes on the Pride (Awakening Pride Book 8) by Lacey Thorn Page A

up and take it back to your place.”
    She nodded then grasped the sheet in one fist, holding it against her flesh as she sat up fully.
    “So…should I get dressed or stay in bed?” Her voice was husky, caressing his skin like a purr.
    “We’ve got hours before we need to leave,” he offered.
    “Well then.” She let the sheet fall, and he watched, licking his lips as the cool air had her nipples pebbling into hard points that made him crazy to take them between his lips. She rose to her knees and walked across the mattress on them, one finger prompting him to come closer.
    He eased up to her, taking her mouth in a heated kiss that left them both panting for air. She let her head fall back, and he took advantage, dragging his lips and teeth down the smooth column of her neck while his fingers caressed her nipples. In a fast move, he had her facing away from him. He stroked a hand down her spine until he reached the small of her back then urged her forward until her hands joined her knees on the mattress.
    He gripped his cock, wrapping his palm around the width and giving it a squeeze. He stroked it, pinching just under the head while he sank two fingers deep in her lush heat. Sweet perfection. So wet and ready for him, just as he was hard and throbbing for her.
    He moved into position, slipping his cock against her pussy and pressing forward so the shaft slid between her folds, coating him with her desire. She jerked as the broad head tapped her clit. A shudder went through her and echoed in him. He pulled back and repeated his action, soaking up her whimpers and moans. Her hips canted as she tried to guide him where she wanted him.
    He gripped the stalk again, leading it to her opening then pushing in. Once lodged, he moved his grip to her hips and thrust deep with one surge, both of them crying out as he filled her.
    “Calloway.” His name was a shuddered moan as she thrashed her head back and forth on her folded arms. “Oh, God. Yes. Mmm.”
    He loved the husky quality to her voice, the way she made that little rasping sound in the back of her throat as if incapable of speech. He didn’t need her words. He felt everything she did, knew what drove her crazy and made sure to do it all again and again. He focused solely on her, riding her to an orgasm then pulling free and dropping his mouth to her pussy, licking her from behind and sucking every drop of her release from her. Then he used his mouth to bring her to the brink of another orgasm, fingering her clit to send her flying. While she was still riding it, he replaced fingers and tongue with his cock, pounding into her as he sought to join her.
    She reached back with one hand, wrapping her fingers on his hip and digging her nails deep, urging him faster.
    He came with a fierce shout, his seed shooting from his cock in hot bursts that filled her to overflowing. Her knees gave out, and he followed her down, covering her back, keeping his cock buried deep as the pleasure consumed him. He dropped his mouth to her shoulder, clamping down on his favorite spot and felt her orgasm again. This was ecstasy. Humans had no idea of what true bliss was. It was this, this bond that went beyond the physical act, even beyond the emotional one. This was a connection at every level. Mental, emotional, physical and spiritual. In this moment, they were one.
    He nuzzled her, licking the twin points where his teeth had first pierced and marked her, knowing full well how much enjoyment she derived from the small act. He forced himself to ease off of her, rolling onto his side. He tugged her to him, until her back curved against his chest. It would never be enough. This hunger he had for her would never be sated. He didn’t want it to.
    “Amazing,” she sighed, her hand stroking the arm he’d slid beneath her head. “Tell me again why we waited four years for this?”
    “Stupidity,” Calloway assured his mate and enjoyed the soft sound of her laughter. He reached behind him for