He was in front of me a second later, and instinctively I knew what to do, what he wanted.
I tilted my head back as far as it would go, and then he latched his mouth onto my throat. The sound that left him was distorted, animal-like, and filled with as much desire as I felt.
The way he looked at me, the way his gaze tracked me when I moved the slightest inch, had my breath hitching.
“India,” he whispered. “My India. I could devour you until there wasn’t anything left, until you were crying out my name, writhing for me as I fuck you.”
I opened my mouth slightly, the air leaving me. He moved a step toward me and the air stalled in my lungs.
“I’d push your hair aside and bare your slender throat. My mouth is already watering, India. I’m so fucking hungry for you.” And then he had his hand on my nape, his fingers curled into my flesh.
He leaned in and I was frozen in place, the feel of his warm breath on my skin having me close my eyes, moaning softly. “The things I want to do to you…” He growled low against my throat, and I felt the vibrations all the way between my thighs.
I was wet now, so wet that my panties were soaked.
My mind and body were screaming for this man to claim me in the way a shifter male did with their mate. I wanted to let his powerful body slide inside of mine, to take me in any way he saw fit. God, I wanted that.
Any. Way. He. Saw. Fit.
I noticed the way his breathing changed, how it was more ragged, broken, his chest brushing against mine, my nipples hard and pressed against the raw masculine power of his body. With the scent of him filling my head, and the raw animal sexuality he threw off, I didn’t want to stop anything he wanted to do to me, anything I wanted him to do to me.
With his hand on my nape, he pulled me forward until our bodies were impossibly closer, my chest to his, the stiff outline of his hard, massive cock digging into the softness of my belly. And then he leaned back and looked down at me, stared in my eyes. For long seconds, all he did was stare at me, his eyes flashing yellow. Was he close to shifting? The low sounds that came from him, the way he seemed harder, his body bigger, led me to believe he might be more animal than human right now.
And I don’t know why that turned me on the way it did.
“You are so fucking beautiful. You’re mine, only mine…” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe I was standing right here.
Oli was rough around the edges, brutal in his strength, in his personality, and I knew he was the type of male that didn’t apologize for these traits.
He lifted his hand and ran his finger along my cheek. The act was gentle, yet it wasn’t at the same time. The scent of Oli, of the salt water that seemed to perpetually cling to him, of the underlying aroma of woods, freedom from his other life, filled my head and made me drunk with lust.
The growl that came from him had me opening my eyes and staring up at him. I hadn’t realized I’d even closed them, the atmosphere so thick and arousing that I couldn’t even breathe.
He started to lower his head to mine until his lips were a hairsbreadth away. “The very scent of you drives me crazy,” he whispered, his mouth almost touching mine when he spoke. “I didn’t even know you until a few days ago, but you’re the first thing I think about when I wake, and the last thing to fill my head before I fall asleep.”
My heart was beating so hard and fast.
“You tease my animal the likes of which you’ll never really understand, India. You’ll never know how much I want you, how I’ll always need you, that desire rising every day.” He leaned back and stared right into my eyes once more.
I wanted to lean in and kiss him again, but I stayed still, looking into his eyes, waiting for him to make another move, to take control.
He closed his eyes and growled. “Your scent drives me fucking crazy.” He took my hand and moved it between our bodies, placing it right over his hard erection. A gasp left me at his size, at his hardness. His warm breath slid along my face and I moaned.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
The words were lodged in my throat, what I wanted to say, how I wanted to have him … “Claim me, Oli.”
I could hear my heart beating in my ears, feel it in my throat. He was my mate, and it was ingrained in me that we were to be together in every way possible.
And I wanted that now. I wasn’t going to fight it. I wasn’t going to pretend that I could fight this.
“I want to taste you, to run my tongue over every part of you, to memorize the taste of you, the flavor … the way you feel under me.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips, my tongue moving over the soft flesh, a tingling sensation settling under the skin.
“Do you want that, India, baby?” He ran his tongue along the arch of my throat.
I nodded, unable to stop myself.