Inside her the mating song built. Panic grew right along with it; she needed him to finish this right now before she… Spitting out the fabric, she lifted her head. “Oh, my goddess, please come for me, Sir. Fill me before it’s too late!”
His answering roar as he dug his fingers into the swell of her hips had her sobbing into the fist she’d crammed into her mouth. Biting down hard on her knuckles, the sharp pain managed to stop the mating song wanting to burst free. But it also stalled what she was sure would’ve been an explosive orgasm. Despite it all, relief and pleasure filled her when she felt the warmth of his seed spilling inside her. She’d done it. She’d sated him without binding them together.
Chapter Eight
With trembling arms and a sweat covered chest, Flannery lay slumped against Braelyn with his still hard cock embedded as deep as he could go. His elbows barely kept his considerable weight from crushing her slender form. Dazed from the intensity of his release, he couldn’t believe how fast nor hard he’d come.
And it’s all my damn brother’s fault. Him and his damned drug. It had nothing to do with that damn True-mate business he keeps spouting. I was able to fuck her without binding her. I just wish it hadn’t been so fast.
He’d wanted to savor every moment with the little banshee. Instead he’d pounced like a cat on mouse. Thank the gods he’d felt her come around his fingers because he was sure that she hadn’t received any pleasure from their coupling. He was almost certain he’d been too fast for her to have found pleasure a second time.
He hissed when her tense muscles clung to his cock as he eased out of her. There was no way he’d leave it like this. He would feel her coming around him before the night was over. Lifting up, he chuckled at the wet sound of their bodies separating, but chose to ignore the smattering of her virgin’s blood decorating his shaft. The need to see her face, to judge if he’d hurt her rode him hard.
Rolling her over, he gazed down at her lush still dressed form. With her arms raised above her head, she was laid out like a banquet under him. Her eyes were closed but her face flushed with what he knew was unspent desire.
“Look at me.”
Her lids slowly lifted before her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips. “Sir?”
Shoving up her skirt, he hooked her bare thigh over his hip before sinking back inside of her, hissing as her wet heat enveloped him once more. Grasping the bedding next to her head, he rested his upper body on his forearms while he rocked in and out of her in slow, easy, long motions, loving every soft moan it forced passed her lips. “You didn’t come with me.”
“I…can’t…” her lips parted as her hips instinctively followed his despite her protest.
He shushed her. “That’s not acceptable, little one. I won’t be satisfied until I hear you screaming the walls down around us.”
Her eyes widened and he saw traces of fear before she shook her head. “No! I can’t— I’m a banshee…I’ll hurt you…” A lone tear trickled out of the corner of her eye.
Something softened inside him at her obvious distress. Using his weight, he pressed her into the bed, but never stopped his slow thrusts, savoring the warmth wrapped around his cock. He nuzzled her neck before nosing aside the strap of her bodice in attempt to bare the swells of her breasts. “Wrap both of your legs around my waist.” He grunted deep in his throat, lifting his head when she obeyed. Sinking further into her clenching folds, he prayed for control. “Aw hell, you’re so tight.”
His arms tensed when she buried her face against his chest, muffling her squeal of pleasure. Threading his fingers thorough her hair while keeping his weight supported on his forearms took some doing, but he wasn’t allowing her to hide. Tipping her head back, he caught her gaze. “There will be none of that. I want to hear you
His answering roar as he dug his fingers into the swell of her hips had her sobbing into the fist she’d crammed into her mouth. Biting down hard on her knuckles, the sharp pain managed to stop the mating song wanting to burst free. But it also stalled what she was sure would’ve been an explosive orgasm. Despite it all, relief and pleasure filled her when she felt the warmth of his seed spilling inside her. She’d done it. She’d sated him without binding them together.
Chapter Eight
With trembling arms and a sweat covered chest, Flannery lay slumped against Braelyn with his still hard cock embedded as deep as he could go. His elbows barely kept his considerable weight from crushing her slender form. Dazed from the intensity of his release, he couldn’t believe how fast nor hard he’d come.
And it’s all my damn brother’s fault. Him and his damned drug. It had nothing to do with that damn True-mate business he keeps spouting. I was able to fuck her without binding her. I just wish it hadn’t been so fast.
He’d wanted to savor every moment with the little banshee. Instead he’d pounced like a cat on mouse. Thank the gods he’d felt her come around his fingers because he was sure that she hadn’t received any pleasure from their coupling. He was almost certain he’d been too fast for her to have found pleasure a second time.
He hissed when her tense muscles clung to his cock as he eased out of her. There was no way he’d leave it like this. He would feel her coming around him before the night was over. Lifting up, he chuckled at the wet sound of their bodies separating, but chose to ignore the smattering of her virgin’s blood decorating his shaft. The need to see her face, to judge if he’d hurt her rode him hard.
Rolling her over, he gazed down at her lush still dressed form. With her arms raised above her head, she was laid out like a banquet under him. Her eyes were closed but her face flushed with what he knew was unspent desire.
“Look at me.”
Her lids slowly lifted before her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips. “Sir?”
Shoving up her skirt, he hooked her bare thigh over his hip before sinking back inside of her, hissing as her wet heat enveloped him once more. Grasping the bedding next to her head, he rested his upper body on his forearms while he rocked in and out of her in slow, easy, long motions, loving every soft moan it forced passed her lips. “You didn’t come with me.”
“I…can’t…” her lips parted as her hips instinctively followed his despite her protest.
He shushed her. “That’s not acceptable, little one. I won’t be satisfied until I hear you screaming the walls down around us.”
Her eyes widened and he saw traces of fear before she shook her head. “No! I can’t— I’m a banshee…I’ll hurt you…” A lone tear trickled out of the corner of her eye.
Something softened inside him at her obvious distress. Using his weight, he pressed her into the bed, but never stopped his slow thrusts, savoring the warmth wrapped around his cock. He nuzzled her neck before nosing aside the strap of her bodice in attempt to bare the swells of her breasts. “Wrap both of your legs around my waist.” He grunted deep in his throat, lifting his head when she obeyed. Sinking further into her clenching folds, he prayed for control. “Aw hell, you’re so tight.”
His arms tensed when she buried her face against his chest, muffling her squeal of pleasure. Threading his fingers thorough her hair while keeping his weight supported on his forearms took some doing, but he wasn’t allowing her to hide. Tipping her head back, he caught her gaze. “There will be none of that. I want to hear you
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