Mates loved. Every mated couple that she knew loved, and they loved deeply.
“Cassa.” His head lowered as he whispered her name once again, a grimace contorting his face as he took a quick kiss. Then another. The third became deeper, longer.
Cassa felt herself falling beneath the pleasure of his touch once again. She lost time and place. She lost herself. There was nothing but this pleasure, this kiss, this man.
“We have to get the hell out of here.” In the next second he was pushing away from her, taking the heat and the promise as he straightened her T-shirt before pulling back and pushing her into the seat.
Cassa watched him as he closed the door, sealing her into the truck rather than the Raider he had used before. Pushing away from the door, he loped around the front of the vehicle to the driver’s side, got into the truck and started the engine.
He didn’t pull out of the parking lot. He caught the back of her head in his hand, pulled her head back and filled her senses with another of those long, deep probing kisses.
Her nails dug into his arm as a whimper of need escaped her lips. She wanted him now. Waiting until they reached the hotel room was quickly becoming a hazy notion. She was beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t be possible to slip in a quickie in public after all.
“Damn you. I knew you’d be f**king dangerous.” Cabal’s voice was tortured, as tortured as her feverish mind.
And she wasn’t the one that was dangerous. It was him. His kiss, his touch.
Breathing harshly, she forced herself to sit still, to keep her hands to herself. She wasn’t going to start stripping his clothes off in the pickup, but it was close, really close.
He had a body to die for. Or one a woman would kill for. And if rumor was to be believed, then once those clothes came off, the hungry, powerful male animal beneath was unleashed.
The thought of that was both anticipatory as well as irritating. Rumor came from all the damned bigmouthed women who thought they had to brag about sharing his bed. From the women who had touched him when he belonged to her. The women he had warmed through the nights when she had lain alone, wishing, dreaming, regretting.
Thankfully, Glen Ferris wasn’t a large town; the inn she was staying in was only a few miles from the falls. Cabal pulled into the parking lot, shut off the engine and threw open the door. He didn’t bother striding around and helping her out on her side. Impatient Bengal that he was, he pulled her across the seat, ignoring her breathless little cry, before gripping her hips and setting her on the ground.
Within seconds the vehicle’s locks were clicking in place and he was gripping her hand, pulling her toward the front entrance.
Cassa could feel her head spinning. She wanted to protest, something. She wanted to demand more, but she wasn’t certain what she needed to demand. All she knew was the sudden need for the spicy taste of his kiss, for the heat of his touch. Just Cabal. The years of dreams and fantasies were finally coming together, and she found herself suddenly unable to wait. Unable to function without his touch.
The journey to her room seemed to last forever, yet when Cabal took the key card from her hand and opened the door, she suddenly wished it had taken longer. Just a few more minutes to anticipate, to think, not that she was thinking much past the touching him, kissing him. But while her body knew what it wanted right at this moment, her emotions were screaming for more time to adjust, more time to center themselves.
“Come here.” His voice was a deep rumble as the door slammed closed behind them and he pulled her into his arms.
Cassa found her palms flattened against his chest as his gaze caught and held hers.
“It happens so fast,” she whispered, feeling the effects of the mating hormone as they rose inside her. The arousal she had felt for him in the past eleven years was nothing compared to what she was feeling now.
She felt naked, though she was clothed. Vulnerable when she needed to be strong, needed to sort through the emotions tearing through her.
“Sweet Cassa.” His voice was low as his hand rose to cup her cheek, his thumb playing over her swollen lips as his brows lowered over brooding, intent eyes. “I tried to spare us both.”
“With every woman in the continental United States,” she bit out querulously. “Maybe I should have taken your example and chosen a few lovers myself.”
Except, it wouldn’t have helped. The hollow emptiness of shallow sex was something she never wanted to experience again. She’d had that in her brief, bitter marriage.
“Only if you’d wanted to see blood spilled.” His hand cupped her jaw as his gaze glittered dangerously. “I would have killed any man that I suspected shared your bed.”
Cassa shook her head. She wanted to argue that point, she wanted to rage over the years she had watched him screw his way through the groupies that followed the Breeds around. But her thoughts were too fractured, her desires rising too heatedly.
She watched as his nostrils flared then, as he caught the scent of the moisture gathering between her thighs. As she watched, her gaze locked with his, his other hand lowered, flattened on her stomach and created a path of heated pleasure as his fingers pushed between her thighs.
He cupped the swollen, aching flesh of her pu**y, causing her to rise, to lift against him, to arch into the arm that suddenly curved around her back to support her.
“Damn you,’ she whimpered. “Oh God, Cabal.”
It was too much pleasure. Even through the material of her jeans and the damp fabric of her panties, she could feel the heat of his flesh, the power in his touch. His fingers cupped, his palm ground against the swollen knot of her clit and nearly sent her senses exploding.
“I can smell how sweet you’re going to taste.” He nipped at her jaw, his canines raking her flesh erotically. “You always have the sweetest scent, Cassa.”
She shivered at the sound of his voice. It was dark, rough, as potent as the strongest liquor.
“Come here, baby.” He moved, backing toward the bed as his palm continued to rub against the sensitive mound of her pu**y. “Let me taste you. All over.”
Cassa felt mesmerized. The cadence of his voice stroked her senses as his hands stroked her body. A whimpering protest fell from her lips as his hand slid from between her thighs to grip the hem of her shirt. He drew the material over her head, lifting her arms until he could pull it free and toss it aside, leaving her clad in jeans and her bra.
“So beautiful.” His hands cupped the hard mounds of her br**sts, his fingers finding her ni**les through the lace of her bra. “I’ve dreamed of sucking those hard little ni**les, Cassa.”