Lover Enshrined (Black Dagger Brotherhood 6)

In the back of his mind, he knew that all of this was characteristic of a bonded male: Your female commanded you and that was that. Except he couldn't have bonded with her. Right?

"It's so beautiful," she said, her green eyes on the board.

He turned to face her. "That is you, Cormia. You're like that."

Her eyes flared, and then, as if she felt uncomfortable, her hands went to the slit in her robe and closed it.

"Please, no," he whispered, repeating her words. "Let me look a little longer. Please."

Tension boomed between them, positively pounded.

"I'm sorry," he said, annoyed with himself. "I didn't mean to make you feel - "

Her hands released, and that luscious white fabric fell open with such complete obedience, he wanted to pat it on the head and give it a bone.

"Your scent is so strong," she said in a deep voice.

"Yes." He put the chalk down and inhaled, smelling jasmine. "So is yours."

"You want to kiss me, don't you."

He nodded. "Yeah. I do."

"You untucked your shirt. Why?"

"I'm hard. I got hard the moment you came into the office."

She hissed at that, her eyes traveling down his chest to his hips. As her lips parted, he knew exactly what she was thinking about: him coming into her hand.

"It's amazing," she said softly. "When I'm around you like this, nothing seems to matter. Nothing but..."

He walked toward her. "I know."

As he stopped in front of her, she looked up. "Are you going to kiss me?"

"If you'll let me."

"We shouldn't," she said, her hands going up to his chest. She didn't push him away, though. She gripped his shirt as if it were a lifeline. "We should not."

"True." He brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear.

His desperation to get in her in some way, any way, shorted out his frontal lobe. What he felt as he stood before her was all about the base core of him, the base needs of a male. "But this can be private, Cormia. This can be just you and me."

"Private... I like private." She tilted her chin up, offering him what he wanted.

"Me, too," he growled as he sank down onto his knees.

She seemed confused. "I thought you wanted to kiss me..."

"I do." He slipped his palms around her ankles and ran them up and down her calves. "I'm dying to."

"But then why - "

He gently uncrossed her legs, and bless that damn robe's heart, but didn't it fall completely to the sides, showing him everything: Her hips and her thighs and the little slit he needed so badly.

Phury licked his lips as he slid his hands up the inside of her legs, spreading them slowly, inexorably. With an erotic sigh, she leaned back to give him room, reassuring him that she was right there with this, ready for it just as he was.

"Lie back," he said. "Lie back and stretch out."

Oh, f**k... She was smooth as cream for him, easing back until she was lying down on the table.

"Like this?"

"Yeah... exactly like that."

He ran his palm down the back of one of her legs and extended her foot so it rested on his shoulder. The kissing started at her calf and followed the path that his hands caressed, going higher and higher. He paused at midthigh and double-checked to see if she was truly okay. She was watching him with huge green eyes, her fingers up to her lips, her breath going in and out on a pant.

"You all right with this?" he asked in a low rasp. "Because once I start, it's going to be hard to stop, and I don't want to scare you."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"The same thing you did to me last night with your hand. Except I'm going to use my mouth."

She moaned, her eyes rolling back. "Oh, dearest Virgin Scribe..."

"Is that yes?"

"Yes."

He reached up for the robe's tie. "I'm going to take care of you. Trust me."

And, shit, yeah, he knew he would. Some part of him knew with absolute certainty that he was going to pleasure her, even though he hadn't done this before.

He released the tie and parted her robe.

Her body was revealed to him, from her high, tight br**sts to the flat expanse of her stomach to the lovely pale lips of her sex. As her hand went down and rested on the mound of her sex, she was the drawing he'd done the day before, everything sexual and feminine and powerful... only she was flesh-and-blood real.

"Jesus... Christ." His fangs punched out into his mouth, reminding him that he hadn't fed in a while. As a noise came up his throat that was both a demand and a plea, he wasn't sure how much of the moan was because of her sex and how much was because of her blood.

Although did the divisions really matter?

"Cormia... I need you."

The way she shifted her legs apart was a gift like nothing that had ever been wrapped and tagged for him: As she opened herself a little further, he could see the pink core that he was after. She was glistening already.

He was going to add to that.

With a growl, he lunged down and put his mouth to her, going right for the heart of her body.

They both cried out. As her hands speared into his hair, he gripped her thighs hard and moved in even further. She was so warm against his lips, warm and wet, and he made her warmer and wetter as he French-kissed her sex. While she moaned, instinct overtook them both, paving the way for him to lap at her and for her to roll her hips.

God, the sounds were incredible.

The tasting was even more so.

As he looked up over her stomach to her br**sts, he had to get at her little ni**les. Reaching forward, he pinched them gently then soothed them with his thumbs.

The way she arched nearly had him orgasming. It was just too much.

"Move your hips faster," he said. "Please... God, move your hips against me."

As her pelvis started to rock, he extended his tongue and let her ride it as she wanted, using his flesh to pleasure herself. He didn't last long like that, though. He needed to get even closer. Trapping her hips in his palms, he pressed his face from chin to nose against her, and she became all that he tasted and smelled and knew.

And then it was time to get really serious.

He moved up and started an insistent flicking at the top of her sex, knowing he had the right place by the gasping sound she made. When she began to pump her hips with increasing thrall, he reached for her hand to reassure her. She grabbed onto the palm he offered so strongly, she was going to leave marks with her nails, and that was just fantastic. He wanted those crescents in his back as well... his ass, too, as he drilled into her.

He wanted to be all over her, inside of her.

He wanted to do some marking of his own.

Cormia knew that her body was doing exactly what the Primale's had the day before. The gathering storm and the urgency she felt and the heat roaring through her told her she was where he had been.

On the brink.

The Primale was huge between her legs, his broad shoulders stretching her wide. His gorgeous multicolored hair was all over her thighs, and his mouth was like on like against her core, lips meeting lips, slippery tongue against slick folds. It all seemed so glorious and scary and inevitable... and the only reason she wasn't completely overwhelmed was his hand on hers.

The touch was better than any words of reassurance on so many levels - but mostly because if he'd tried to speak to her, he would have had to stop what he was doing, and that would have been a crime.

Just when she thought she would fragment apart, a wave of energy crashed down all over her, sweeping her up and away to some other place as her body rhythmically surged. As all that wonderful tension snapped free, the release was so satisfying tears sprang to her eyes, and she cried out something - or maybe it was nothing, just an explosion of breath.

When it was over, the Primale lifted his head, his tongue taking on one last lingering upstroke before flicking free of her core.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes wild and yellow.

She opened her mouth to speak. When nothing coherent came out, she nodded.

The Primale licked his lips nice and slow, flashing the tips of fangs that were visible... and became even more pronounced as he looked at her neck.

Shifting her head to the side and offering him her vein was the most natural thing in the world to do.

"Take from me," she said.

His eyes flared and he prowled up her body, kissing her stomach and pausing at one of her ni**les, giving it lapping attention. And then his fangs were over her throat. "Are you sure?"