“Later. Fine.” She thumped her hands on the mattress, then lifted them to his hair. “Kiss me first. Then do that wicked, naughty thing I made you blush over in the doctor’s office.”
He blushed again, his black eyes going wild just as they had in the office when the doctor had slid that little look his way. The one that was equal parts amusement and curiosity.
“You tease,” he groaned. “You weren’t serious.”
His erection assured her he was very seriously interested.
“Are you gonna turn it down?” she teased him.
“Ah God. Turn that ass up to me and its f**ked,” he groaned, his lips sliding over hers. “So damned f**ked.”
She loved it. She’d heard of it. Hope and Faith had snickered over it a time or two. They had no idea what caused it. Defiance could get it for them. They argued, they yelled, they got their way in the form of their mates going all super dominant and showing them who was boss.
Nikki Armani had been confused by it. She called it a Breed thing. Something about submission and seduction and dominance. The forbidden. She had shaken her head and shrugged.
Anya hadn’t tried that with Del-Rey yet. They yelled, they argued, but she’d been saving the defiance stuff for later. Maybe after the baby was born. But this, she didn’t want to wait any longer for this kind of intimacy.
She wanted him though, she wanted that. She wanted it until it had tempted every fantasy she’d had for four weeks. Every one. To the point that she had awakened to his heartfelt groans as he rolled from the bed at the scent of her arousal. Refusing to take her, refusing, until the doctor signed off on it.
Well, the doctor had signed off on it.
“Kiss me, wild man,” she groaned. “Hard and deep. Convince me.”
He chuckled, a rough, sexy sound. “You need convincing?” “You never know,” she moaned, reaching for him, dragging his lips to hers. “Please me, Mate, like you’ve never pleased another.”
His lips stole hers, like the first time. A deep, slanted, tongue-thrusting kiss that had her moaning, arching against him, her juices easing from her sex, preparing her for later. Definitely later.
“Let me taste you,” he growled, moving from her lips to her ni**les.
They were sensitive, so sensitive that she nearly orgasmed as his tongue lashed them, his lips suckling them gently.
His kisses wandered down her stomach then. He kissed her scar, kissed her belly, then laid his cheek against it for long, breathless moments before he spread her thighs wider and took her with his tongue.
“Del-Rey!” She screamed his name as she arched to him, feeling his tongue thrusting hard and deep inside her.
Wicked, slashing forks of pleasure raced through her sex, to her clit. She writhed beneath him, feeling him taste her, lick her. His tongue was ravenous, his moans fueling her desire as she felt his fingers moving lower.
He parted the cheeks of her bottom, tempted her there. He caressed and massaged the puckered little opening of her rear.
Oh, she liked that. She arched at the spike of pleasure, the tingle of incredible heat as he smoothed her juices back and the tip of his finger pierced her slowly.
She lifted, moaned for more.
“Ah hell, you’re going to give me a stroke,” he groaned against the wet folds he was devouring.
“Breeds don’t have strokes,” she panted. “Good hearts. Remember?”
“I’ll be the first,” he breathed out roughly. “Ah f**k.”
She cried out as his finger slid inside her.
“Ah hell. Baby. Anya. This is for the heat cycle.”
“No. For now.” She twisted against him as his tongue circled her clit. “Oh yeah, that’s so good.”
A second finger pierced her and she wondered if she could pass out from the pleasure. She felt herself stretching, relaxing. Eager. Oh, she was so eager for this.
“I should spank you for this,” he growled.
“Yeah, spank me.” Her hands gripped his hair as she rode his lips. “Do it. I dare you.”
Don’t dare a Coyote. It should be on a plaque on every wall in Base. “Never Dare A Coyote.”
His free hand landed on her raised rear.
Anya froze, felt the tingling burn and gave a low, drawn-out moan.
“Dare ya to do it again,” she panted.
Before he could do more than gasp, she found herself rolled to her stomach. Hips lifted. His hand landed on her rear and she felt something better than mating heat.
Oh damn, this was wicked, and she loved it.
One hand moved between her thigh, palmed the wet flesh, his fingers stroking her clit as he held her in place and delivered another little slap to her rear. It wasn’t painful; it was hot. It was sexy and wicked, and she wanted more.
She rolled her hips, cried out his name and lost count of the heavy caresses. She didn’t lose count of the burn though. It was racing through her bloodstream, sensitizing every nerve ending in her body. Oh yes. She loved this. She was dying for him. She wanted more and more and she wanted to sink beneath the onslaught of pleasure/pain she could feel was coming.
“I can’t wait.” His fingers slid back to her rear.
One finger eased in, then out. Two pressed inside her, stretching her. He gathered her juices, drew them back, teased her with the little strokes that weren’t really strokes. Just stretching, just easing her.
“Don’t wait,” she cried out. “Oh God, Del-Rey, please.”
How long was she supposed to bear this torment? She needed. She had needed for four weeks.
“I’m ready dammit. Oh God, do something.”
She was dying for him. Her thighs were slick with her wet need. She was hot, so slick that when he gathered more and eased it back, he was able to press three fingers inside her as she screamed out his name.
“Oh yes,” she cried out. “I’m so close. So close.”
His fingers eased back. A second later she felt the blunt, wide tip of his c**k press against her in the same spot.
Immediately a spurt of pr**cum shot from his c**k against the little entrance. She felt it burn brighter. Her back arched as the tingle in her rear became hotter, deeper.
“Hell,” Del-Rey snarled as he eased against her, pressing slow and easy. So slow. So easy.
His c**k jerked as it spilled again, shooting into the opening he had created. The tingles turned into something more. Something that ached and burned and eased his way as the essence created a lubrication that made her even slicker, easier to penetrate.