Obsession (The Mate Games 1)

She whipped the shirt off, as desperate for my touch as I was to provide it.

I studied her, taking the time to appreciate the perfection of her body, now that the vision she painted was for my eyes alone. All that flushed skin, delectable curves, the taut peaks of her breasts, begging for my mouth.

“Please, Noah.” That breathy whimper, the sound of my name, one only she used, was my undoing.

I peeled off my pants, my thick length jutting forward as I crawled over to her. The look in Sunday’s eyes as she stared down at what I had to offer proof positive she’d never seen a cock as big as mine before. She swallowed.

“Oh yes, dove. You won’t walk straight for a week by the time I’m through defiling you.” I leaned down, brushing a kiss to her collarbone, letting my hips settle between the welcoming vee of her thighs, then kissing up higher over the perfect column of her throat. “In case it wasn’t obvious, little wolf, I mean to destroy you.”

Her pulse fluttered against my lips, and I got the first echo of nerves rolling through me. I pulled back, settling my weight on my elbow so I could look at her.

“This might be a good time to mention that I...” She licked her lips. “I haven’t done this before.”

A groan ripped through me. My cock wept at the thought of being her first. The only one who could ever claim the title. Kingston might claim she was his mate, but this... this would be mine.

I ran my hand down the side of her face, staring into those beautiful ocean-blue eyes currently dark with desire.

“Your confession should make me want to be gentle. But the truth is, it only makes the monster in me that much more desperate for your screams. I want to utterly ruin you for anyone else.”

“I want that too.”

I grinned at her, though there was nothing kind or sweet about it. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, dove. But you will. I’ll see to it.”

I claimed her mouth after that, the arm not bearing my weight trailing down her body, pausing at her breast to grasp and lightly twist that taut bud.

She gasped beneath me, and I ran my hand lower, sliding between her legs and parting her slick folds.

Fuck, she was already drenched for me. I had to know what she tasted like.

I pressed down with my middle finger, which was currently resting right on top of her swollen bundle. She arched up with a wanton moan.

“Do you ever touch yourself, Sunday?”

“Y-yes,” she admitted, her eyes closed, her cheeks stained red.

Something in the way she said it made me narrow my eyes and ask, “What do you think about?”

“Recently? You.”

Fuck, I loved the breathy sound of her voice. I was doing that to her. Making her come apart slowly. Piece by fucking piece.

“Right answer.”

I slid my hand lower, my fingers delving into her sweet, delicious heat. She was so damn tight.

Sunday groaned, her body clamping down around my fingers. “Yes, dove. I can feel how much you want me. But I need a taste. I need you to come on my tongue.”

I slid my fingers free, and when I didn’t immediately touch her, Sunday opened her eyes. “Noah?”

Holding her gaze, I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked her off my fingers. Now I was the one who was moaning, my fangs bursting free at the promise of more than just her arousal on my tongue. I could feed from her, here and now. Sink my teeth into her femoral artery while I fucked her with my fingers. Give myself everything I craved. Her pleasure, her blood, and then... her virginity.

“Noah, your eyes...” she whispered.

Hunger. That was what she’d seen. There was no other possibility. Her fear coated my skin like oil, slick and impossible to shake. She feared me in the moment she should be begging me to take her. But I’d let my monster win. I’d given in to my instincts as a vampire and was about to do the one thing I shouldn’t. Take her blood without her consent. Fuck her and claim her without making sure she was really ready for what that would mean. Set something in motion that could bring down the tremulous treaty between my kind and hers.

In the space between one heartbeat and the next, I was on the other side of the room, breaths coming in heavy pants as I pulled on my clothes and worked to control myself. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

She sat up, hair wild and wavy around her face, a blanket pulled over her naked body. “Excuse me?”