climbed on top of him, spreading her legs so that the aroused length of his cock just brushed her sex.
More, please.
Her nails raked down his chest. Not enough to break the skin. No sense wasting blood. His small nipples tightened beneath her touch. She leaned down and slid her tongue over the left nipple. He arched beneath her, and the head of his cock pushed against her core. She lifted her head. “Not yet.” Was that breathless, hungry voice really hers?
His hands were on her hips, holding her tight. So much power. She’d had a handful of lovers—all human—in her life. They’d felt warm and alive but Jace was something all together different.
He wasn’t just warmth. He was a furnace, and the heat from his flesh warmed every inch of her.
“Don’t play too long,” came his warning to her.
A warning she ignored. She’d never played. Why not try now?
She kissed her way up his body. Morgan knew she should have felt hesitant, nervous, and moments before, she had. But now she just needed.
She licked his neck and felt the wild drumming of his pulse beneath her mouth. A vampire’s bite wasn’t like a wolf’s. There was no pain, there never was, not unless the vampire decided to play rough.
No pain, and, when done right…pleasure.
She really wanted to do this right for him.
His hands trailed up her body. Such big hands, with rough fingertips and a gentle touch. His hands curled around her breasts, and a moan slipped from her. His name.
Her nipples were tight, and when his fingers pushed over the hungry peaks, she closed her eyes.
Her teeth pressed against his skin.
Her thighs shifted, spreading even more for him. She couldn’t ever remember being this aroused for another.
Not about duty. Not about the vampire nest.
Right then, it was just about a man and a woman.
“Take me in,” he whispered as his cock pushed up between her legs. Her body resisted because the wolf was so big. The head of his cock stretched her, but it didn’t hurt. It felt good, so good.
She pushed down, even as his hips thrust up, hard, harder . Morgan took him all in and her teeth sank deep into his neck. His blood flowed on her tongue, and his blood was as addictive as his kiss. She drank him in, drank—
Jace growled, and the room spun. No, he spun, pushing her beneath him while never taking that thick cock from her body. And she didn’t take her teeth from his neck. No, no, she wanted more of his blood.
More, Jace. More.
Images raced through her mind. A thousand flashes, like photos flying in a storm. They hit her, rolling through her mind as his memories became hers. Bonding.
She took more of his blood. Licked his throat.
He thrust deep. Harder. His fingers pushed between her legs. Found the center of her need and stroked her.
The images vanished. The only thing that remained—Jace.
Her mouth eased from his throat. She swiped her tongue over her lips. Stared up at him. His jaw was locked. His eyes glowed so brightly that it almost hurt to look into them. He’d obviously been waiting for her to look up, to see him.
“Now we finish,” he promised and drove deep into her.
Her legs wrapped around his hips. Her nails sank into his arms. She arched against him, pushing as hard as she could. He thrust inside, filling her, every inch so stretched and full, and she loved it.
He withdrew, sliding nearly out of her eager sex, only to plunge back inside. Again. Again.
The headboard slammed into the wall. The bed slats gave way with a groan, and the mattress tumbled onto the floor.
He kept thrusting. She held on. Wanted more blood. Wanted more of him. Pleasure had her sex clamping around him. The climax bore down on her, so close, so—
She bit him when she came.
He erupted inside of her, hot jets of semen that filled her.
And he held her tight. So tight that she wondered if he’d ever let her go. Then she realized her hands were clamped around his shoulders. Her nails deep in his skin. Holding Jace just as