down. He’d been starving for her, and now he was going to wolf her down.
He almost laughed at that thought. No pun intended.
She whimpered, collapsing against him, trusting her weight to him. Gareth wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as he plundered her mouth. Her total surrender to him, the way she clung to him, soothed the snarling beast inside him. Alpha that Gareth was, he needed that, to know that as powerful as Gen was, she was willing to give in to him.
But Gareth should have known better. His Gen didn’t stay passive for long. Soon she was clawing at his shirt, tugging it up to caress bare skin, her nails leaving little trails of fire as she scored him, marked him in her own way. He hissed as she broke skin, drawing blood, the scent making his wolf wild.
Just a few steps, and he’d have her. A few steps, and they collapsed together onto his velvet sofa. Gareth thrust his hips against her, moaning as she trembled beneath him.
“Gareth?”
He had no idea what expression he had on his face, but Gen’s eyes went wide. She tilted her head, baring her neck to him, that long, slender line and smooth, creamy skin tempting him as nothing else in the world could. The need to bite down on the fleshy part of her shoulder, right where neck and shoulder met, was almost overwhelming.
Gareth growled, pleased at his mate’s show of submission. He longed to allow his fangs to descend, to take that tender flesh between his teeth and mark her forever as his. He shuddered with the need to chant the last bit of the spell that would bind them together for the rest of their lives, marking her forever his.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bite her yet, couldn’t chant the rest of the spell. She hadn’t fully accepted him. So Gareth, despite his aching gums, despite the whining of his wolf, pulled back from that tempting flesh and instead sat up. He ripped his shirt over his head, smiling when her breath caught.
He’d bite her when the time was right, take her blood into him, chant the last of the spell to mark her forever as his.
Only when it was time.
But for now, he’d do everything he could to chain her to him without it.
Kicking off the rest of his clothes, Gareth immediately began to strip his mate. She didn’t protest, but she didn’t help either. She lay there, watching him out of huge eyes, shivering as her skin was bared to his gaze. And gaze he did, lingering on the startlingly dark nipples, the thatch of dark blonde hair at the apex of her thighs. Her muscles quivered as he ran his fingers down her legs as gently as he could, tossing her pants and her panties beside his jeans. He didn’t even know how she’d lost those ugly beige pumps of hers, considering she’d only moved enough to help him get her undressed.
She was perfection, blushing perfection.
Gareth took one of her nipples between his teeth, giving in to the urge to nip the budding flesh. He growled as she gasped, arching beneath him, her legs restlessly tangling with his.
Oh, his little warlock liked that. Gareth did it again, and again, switching to the other nipple when her movements became jerky, her cries almost pain-filled. Her hands clenched his shoulders, his biceps, her nails digging into his skin. He loved that stinging pain, the knowledge that she’d marked him again in her own way filling him with joy.
“Oh. Gareth. Please.”
Her eyes were closed, her head tossed back as he savored her breasts. Her breathless cries drove him south, kissing his way down her stomach, touching her hips until she spread for him.
He wasted no time. He needed to see what she looked like as she came, needed to taste her on his tongue as she found her pleasure. He held her hips still when she practically bucked him off at the first touch of his tongue to her clit.
Had no one gone down on her before? She acted like it was new, and he wondered what sort of lovers she’d had before him that she gazed at him now with so much wide-eyed
He almost laughed at that thought. No pun intended.
She whimpered, collapsing against him, trusting her weight to him. Gareth wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as he plundered her mouth. Her total surrender to him, the way she clung to him, soothed the snarling beast inside him. Alpha that Gareth was, he needed that, to know that as powerful as Gen was, she was willing to give in to him.
But Gareth should have known better. His Gen didn’t stay passive for long. Soon she was clawing at his shirt, tugging it up to caress bare skin, her nails leaving little trails of fire as she scored him, marked him in her own way. He hissed as she broke skin, drawing blood, the scent making his wolf wild.
Just a few steps, and he’d have her. A few steps, and they collapsed together onto his velvet sofa. Gareth thrust his hips against her, moaning as she trembled beneath him.
“Gareth?”
He had no idea what expression he had on his face, but Gen’s eyes went wide. She tilted her head, baring her neck to him, that long, slender line and smooth, creamy skin tempting him as nothing else in the world could. The need to bite down on the fleshy part of her shoulder, right where neck and shoulder met, was almost overwhelming.
Gareth growled, pleased at his mate’s show of submission. He longed to allow his fangs to descend, to take that tender flesh between his teeth and mark her forever as his. He shuddered with the need to chant the last bit of the spell that would bind them together for the rest of their lives, marking her forever his.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bite her yet, couldn’t chant the rest of the spell. She hadn’t fully accepted him. So Gareth, despite his aching gums, despite the whining of his wolf, pulled back from that tempting flesh and instead sat up. He ripped his shirt over his head, smiling when her breath caught.
He’d bite her when the time was right, take her blood into him, chant the last of the spell to mark her forever as his.
Only when it was time.
But for now, he’d do everything he could to chain her to him without it.
Kicking off the rest of his clothes, Gareth immediately began to strip his mate. She didn’t protest, but she didn’t help either. She lay there, watching him out of huge eyes, shivering as her skin was bared to his gaze. And gaze he did, lingering on the startlingly dark nipples, the thatch of dark blonde hair at the apex of her thighs. Her muscles quivered as he ran his fingers down her legs as gently as he could, tossing her pants and her panties beside his jeans. He didn’t even know how she’d lost those ugly beige pumps of hers, considering she’d only moved enough to help him get her undressed.
She was perfection, blushing perfection.
Gareth took one of her nipples between his teeth, giving in to the urge to nip the budding flesh. He growled as she gasped, arching beneath him, her legs restlessly tangling with his.
Oh, his little warlock liked that. Gareth did it again, and again, switching to the other nipple when her movements became jerky, her cries almost pain-filled. Her hands clenched his shoulders, his biceps, her nails digging into his skin. He loved that stinging pain, the knowledge that she’d marked him again in her own way filling him with joy.
“Oh. Gareth. Please.”
Her eyes were closed, her head tossed back as he savored her breasts. Her breathless cries drove him south, kissing his way down her stomach, touching her hips until she spread for him.
He wasted no time. He needed to see what she looked like as she came, needed to taste her on his tongue as she found her pleasure. He held her hips still when she practically bucked him off at the first touch of his tongue to her clit.
Had no one gone down on her before? She acted like it was new, and he wondered what sort of lovers she’d had before him that she gazed at him now with so much wide-eyed
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