“Lie down.” He moved to the bottom of the bed, watching her intently. “Come on, baby. Let me show you how a Breed male makes a meal out of his mate.”
She trembled, licking her dry lips as hunger throbbed in her womb. A Breed male. The words sent shivers racing over her spine. Nothing was known about their sexuality. Nothing documented that they were different from any other man. But it was hinted that their savage natures could slip over the edge of humanity and enter into that unknown sphere of the mixed DNA. Some scientists had hinted that it could go further, that the men could show actual characteristics of their animal cousins. That the Felines could exhibit a barb-like growth. That the Wolf Breeds could exhibit much more. It was rumor rather than fact. But Elizabeth was now more than eager to know the truth. Dash had stroked an arousal inside her that nearly consumed her dreams before she ever met him. Now that he had touched her, it didn’t matter if he was man or animal. She had to know his touch, had to know his possession.
“His mate?” She moved to the center of the bed, watching him carefully. “Who says I’m your mate?”
His smile was so certain it sent pulsing shivers washing over her flesh.
“Oh honey, we both know you are. Now come on, let me love you for a while before I lose my sanity and start f**king you until we both scream.”
Yes. That was what she wanted. She wanted to scream. To be so insane with the pleasure and the need that nothing could hold back her cries. To know and experience pleasures she had only heard about, but had never known herself.
“I could handle that.” She was panting as she lay down slowly, watching as he came over her. He didn’t answer her. His lips came over hers roughly, slanting against them as he claimed her with a kiss that rocked her to her toes. His tongue pushed past her lips, pumping into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing hers, making her groan in hungry need as her arms came around his shoulders. His hands smoothed up her waist, cupped her br**sts. His thumbs traced slow, intricate designs around her pebble-hard ni**les as he possessed her mouth, moaning against her as she pushed up, her soft abdomen raking the heavy length of his cock.
“God, you make me crazy,” he muttered as his lips slid from hers, tracking down her neck as she arched it just for him and shivered in pleasure as his teeth raked her skin.
“I need you,” she panted as his lips feathered over one nipple. “Now, Dash.”
“Not yet,” he groaned, his hand plumping the mound of her breast a second before his lips covered it. He suckled her deeply, moaning against her flesh, his tongue lashing the little bud before he moved and treated its twin similarly. Then his lips were moving lower, his hands pulling her thighs apart, lifting them, spreading them as his mouth covered the swollen, desperate flesh of her clit.
Rockets of sensation burst through Elizabeth’s skull as his rough heated tongue moved slowly against the little pearl. She was so close. So sensitive that she could easily find her release with just with the right stroke. Evidently though, he was determined to torment her.
His mouth slid lower, his tongue stroking through the narrow slit of her swollen folds. He parted them easily, drawing the thick juices into his mouth, lapping at her heatedly as he stared up at her from between her thighs.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered against her sensitive flesh. “Dreamed of drowning in your pu**y, lapping all your sweet juices into my mouth, f**king my tongue hard and deep inside you.”
His tongue plunged into the clenching depths of her vagina as she arched violently against him. A thin wail of need echoed around them as she fought to close her thighs, to hold him inside her. But his hands were there, spreading her farther apart, his eyes staring up at her over the mound of her pu**y. It was the most incredibly erotic thing she had ever known in her life, feeling his tongue lapping deep inside her cunt as his golden eyes mesmerized her. Then watching him move, licking delicately through the slit once again and circling her cl*t with tormenting strokes before returning to the pulsing well of her pu**y.
Over and over again he tormented her, licking at her teasingly, pushing deep and hard inside her clenching vagina as she screamed out at his tormenting touch. Her fingers were locked in the blankets beneath her, her head twisting against the pillow in desperation as she gave up watching him. Her eyes were closed, her mind rioting with the sensations spearing through her womb.
“Dash, please.” She was nearly sobbing now as he sucked at her cl*t again, his tongue stroking softly around it. “Please. Please. You’re killing me.”
He moaned thickly. His thumbs spread the folds of her pu**y apart, his mouth moving deeper against her, his tongue increasing its strokes as she held her breath in anticipation. Yes. Like that. She could feel the heat coiling in the little bud, the wracking sensitivity increasing as his lips and tongue drove her closer to the edge.
Elizabeth trembled in anticipation, her thighs tightening against his shoulders, her h*ps writhing beneath him. Closer. Closer. Her eyes flew open as it struck her. Like a blast of heat, an explosion of pure, intense sensation swept through her body, arching her back, dragging a strangled cry from her chest as she came apart beneath him.
The pleasure beat at her brain, ripping past the fabric of reality and flinging her into a world of bombarding colors and light. She shuddered, convulsing beneath the whiplash of his tongue as the world dissolved around her.
“Now.” He moved before the last violent pulses stilled.
He came over her body, catching his weight on his elbows, staring down at her with savage intensity as the bulbous head of his c**k nudged against the sensitive opening of her pu**y.
“Now,” he whispered again. “I make you my woman, Elizabeth. Now.”
Chapter Nineteen
Dear God. He was so big. Elizabeth felt the bulging head of Dash’s c**k press against her sensitive opening and caught her breath at the tight stretching sensation that began to burn her tender flesh. He watched her carefully, kneeling between her thighs, her legs raised, knees bent over his arms as he lifted her to him.
She whimpered in distress as he paused, then shuddered as she felt a hard pulse of the silky pre-come throb from his cock. Dane had never done that. Had never spilled that slick fluid inside her as he entered her.
A second later, another followed. As it did, she noticed a slow loosening of her flesh around the thick head and he slid forward marginally. Oh, that was so good. She was stretched tightly around his cock, gripping the small amount of it he had worked inside her, and she was greedy for more. He groaned as yet more of the pre-come spilled within her. With each short spurt of the fluid, her muscles eased more. Distantly, she realized this couldn’t be natural. That there was no way pre-come could relax her tight, unused pu**y, but it was doing just that.