"A little bit maybe," she breathed.
He drew one of the ripe little points of flesh into his mouth again, restrained the grumble, and watched her face.
She was drifting in her pleasure, dazed by it. Exaltation filled him at that look. This was his woman. She carried his mark, his scent, she hungered for him. Only for him.
He dropped a scattering of kisses down her stomach, moved to the swollen bud of her clit, and drew it into his mouth. He suckled her gently, sweetly. He licked it, pursed his lips around it, and purred again. And he watched her unravel for him. The sweetest expression he had ever seen in his life filled her face. She stared back at him, her eyes dazed and filled with emotion. Her expression almost serene. "My Christmas present is right here," he whispered. He kissed her thigh, lifted his hand, and touched her face.
She surprised him then. Her lips parted, and she drew his finger in, suckling at it, nipping as he watched her.
The pleasure streaked from the tip of his finger to the head of his cock. Something that simple, a caress that should have never shaken him as it did. Yet it did.
Rising to his knees he pulled his finger back, then stroked his thumb over her lips. He smiled as he moved between her thighs, came over her, and felt the folds of slick, sweet flesh enclosing the thick crest of his cock.
"Watch." He glanced down along their bodies, holding himself up, allowing her to see. Haley watched as he took her. She hadn't been able to watch the first time, only feel. She wanted to watch this time. Watch as he parted the sensitive folds, his thick flesh pressing into her. She saw him and felt him. Felt him stretching her, burning her. She watched as he worked inside her, stroking her, pleasure tearing through her with each inch she took.
She couldn't breathe, and she needed to breathe. She needed to focus, to watch the penetration, to feel him possessing her.
"I dreamed this," she moaned, her thighs opening wider, her hips arching to him. "Dreamed of you taking me like this, Noble."
"I dreamed too, Haley," he groaned, his hips surging slow and easy, impaling her inch by inch with fiery destruction.
Pleasure whipped and tore through her. It burned with a white-hot intensity, cramped her womb, spasmed through her sex, and had her crying out his name. Her hips lifted with his, burying him deeper inside her, feeling the pleasure and something deeper, something binding and all-consuming tightening between them.
"Hard," she whispered, staring, watching her juices gleam on his heavy erection as he pulled back, only to press deeper inside her once again.
In his arms, that wild uninhibited woman she always dreamed of being fought to be free.
"Fuck me." The words passed her lips, words she had longed to whisper to a lover and had never had the courage. "Hard, Noble. Fuck me hard. Fast."
He surged inside her as she cried out at the pleasure. One hand clamped on her hip as she watched his c**k draw back, penetrate, over and over, hard and deep, creating a friction, a pleasure she couldn't fight.
"Oh God yes." She writhed beneath him, pulling him to her, her lips at his neck, her nails on his shoulders as she scratched him in her need.
She tried to hold back, not to rake her fingers across his back. God knew, he had enough scars. But he marked her. He bit her. She could scratch. She could cry out his name, and when the rolling, rocking waves of pleasure began to cascade inside her, she could give herself to it, knowing he was there. Holding her, stilling the fear as she felt the extension becoming erect, the barb of the male breed pressing into her, locking her in place and spilling a fiery sensation inside her that flung her into another strong, deeper orgasm as his se**n pumped into her, and his teeth pierced her shoulder.
And he held her. He held her close to his heart, his arms tight beneath her as he shuddered above her, growls rumbling in his throat as she felt something in her chest break free. As though her heart had expanded, as though heat burned from her very spirit, and Haley knew, in that moment, she had loved Noble Chavin far longer than she had ever realized she had.
The first time she saw his black eyes gleam with almost confused amusement. The way she felt when he watched her, the way she watched for him each night. The way her heart had shattered when she feared he had been lost to her.
"I love you," she whispered, and felt the tears that burned in her eyes. "Oh God, Noble, please don't be lying to me about this 'belonging' to you stuff, because I love you."
He jerked against her again, causing her breath to catch as the barb caressed nerve endings rarely subjected to touch. Miniexplosions cascaded through her, little releases that rocked her to the core. There should never be pleasure like this. Pleasure like this was addictive, it could become necessary.
"Mine," he growled at her ear then. "Always mine, Haley. My heart, my love, my soul." And that was more than love, and why she hadn't known what had been staring her in the face for the past year.
"Mine," she whispered back.
More than love.
Chapter 10
"Aww, how sweet." The menacing drawl had Noble tensing as he pulled away from Haley, the air of danger, of death, filling the room as he turned his head and snarled.
Alaiya Jennings was propped against the doorway between the living room and kitchen. She wore her black breed mission uniform, which she had obviously not turned in when Jonas revoked her position as Enforcer. The utility-and-weapons belt was strapped to her hips and secured to her thigh. She was dressed to kill. And he knew, she intended to kill Haley. As well as him.
Noble felt Haley's nails pierce his side, felt the fear that began to flow through her, and the anger. She turned her head and stared at the breed watching them.
Smiling, Alaiya lifted a cookie and bit into it while she held the imposing, snub-barreled high-powered rifle she carried in one arm.
"The cookies are really good." She lifted her brows.
"Such a shame. Not many people can make good homemade cookies anymore. And now we're going to lose another fine homemaker." She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Pity."
"How did you manage to get into the house?" he snarled.
Noble eased up until he was sitting in front of Haley, watching the barrel of the powerful short rifle carefully. He knew the mark of that weapon, though it had only been seen rarely. When explosives didn't work, Uriel always found a way in, and the hole that gun made was not something men survived.
"Now, Noble, that would be revealing trade secrets. Assassins never do that."