arms and tried to roll off her, but she wrapped her arms around him and clung tight. He should peel her off, and keep his distance, but the sniffles she tried to hide, and the warm trail of her tears against his neck had him wrapping his arms around her and rolling, taking her along with him.
With long, gentle strokes up and down her spine, he held her until her breaths lengthened again and she relaxed against him. He should move her, put her back on her side of the tent, but he didn’t want to risk waking her. He’d let her sleep for a while, then once he was sure she wouldn’t wake, he would set her away from him.
Khet woke to a damp spot on his chest, and his cock so hard he could barely think with the ache between his legs. The cool air had goosebumps rising on his damp skin. Was Delana crying again? Had he hurt her while he slept? His heart pounded. He almost didn’t dare open his eyes for fear of what he might find. He couldn’t smell her blood, but there were many ways to hurt a person without shedding a single drop.
He took a steadying breath before opening them. The first thing he saw when he looked down, were her big brown eyes, pupils open wide, staring up at him. Her plump lips were poised just over the spot the goosebumps still covered. She had her body half lying beside him, and half on top of him, pressing her soft curves into him. Never taking her gaze from his, she bent closer and ran the tip of her tongue over his skin in a long, slow lick.
His moan filled the tent. He should put a stop to it, hell he should get her as far away from him as he could, but he wanted that soft tongue of hers on his body again so bad it hurt. His already full cock throbbed and twitched in his jeans, making them more uncomfortable than they usually were. He held his breath as she continued looking up at him. The corners of her lips tipped up a little, then she licked him again, this time coming dangerously close to his nipple.
She didn’t make him wait long before she flicked her tongue over his skin, sliding its softness over his puckered flesh. Khet moaned again and let his head fall back to the ground.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said, her voice belying her words. “I just couldn’t help myself. Your scent is driving me mad.”
He lifted his head again. “We shouldn’t.” Even as he spoke, his arm tightened around her waist, bringing her closer.
“Why shouldn’t we?” This time, she pressed her lips to his chest, then opened them, grazing her teeth on his flesh.
His heart pounded so hard he could barely hear his thoughts. One bite, right there above his heart, and she would claim him. She would mark him as hers for all time. Did she know that? Would she want it?
He took a breath, bringing her scent into his lungs, savoring the smell of her arousal. The beast inside him roused. Take. Claim. Mate , it chanted over and over. Take. Claim. Now. He tried to shove the gravelly voice from his mind, but nothing would silence it.
She circled his nipple with her tongue, then sucked the tight tip between her lips in a kiss that stole all reason. With a growl, he pulled her up before bringing her head down to his. Taking advantage of her surprised gasp, he plundered her mouth. The taste of her exploded his senses, making him desperate for more. If he was unsure before, he wasn’t now. She was his. No one else would have her. He brought his hands down her back, pressing her closer, plastering her breasts against his chest. Even with the fabric of her shirt still separating them, he groaned at the sensation. He grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her flush against him. She moaned, then with a needy whimper, she shifted her hips as far as his hands would allow, rubbing herself against him.
Too many clothes. They had to get rid of them. All of them. Now. He grasped the back of her T-shirt with both hands, and with one sharp tug, the material parted. Delana tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. He