Breeds: Megan's Mark Part 16

"f.u.c.k Megan." His hands dug into her scalp as he tried to hold her still, fought the climax that surged through his body. Electric trails of sensation raced up his spine, tightened his s.c.r.o.t.u.m. His sanity and control receded beneath her suckling mouth.

He felt the barb press outward, extending as her tongue began to flicker desperately over it. Her mouth drew tighter around him as rapture erupted through his body. His seed filled her mouth, explosive jets of s.e.m.e.n shooting inside the moist depths as her tongue fought to lick at the hard extension, extending his climax, sending bolt after bolt of sensation racing through his c.o.c.k.

Megan was lost in the primitive taste and response filling her. Braden did nothing to hide either his mental or physical pleasure. Both filled her, empowered her, and stripped away any caution, any reserve she could have mustered from him.

She drew back from the still-hard, pulsing erection, staring in dazed fascination at the thumbtip-sized extension pulsing beneath the head of his c.o.c.k. Its position would allow it to be anch.o.r.ed in the most sensitive portion of a woman's v.a.g.i.n.a. High, behind the hard clutch of muscles that would have gripped him had he been buried in her p.u.s.s.y.

As she watched it slowly receded, sinking back into the flesh as though it had never been there.

"It's amazing." She smoothed her fingers over the area, a smile tugging at her lips as his hips jerked in response and his hands pulled at her hair.

"It's d.a.m.ned strange." He growled, pulling her up, forcing her to straighten against him as he stared down at her with his dark gold eyes, his long honey-and earth-streaked hair falling around his face. "But right now, it's the least of my concerns."

The primal throb of power and l.u.s.t in his voice sent chills racing through her body, followed by a wave of heat that nearly buckled her knees. His eyes glittered with his l.u.s.t, the planes of his face savage, intent on possession.

"What does concern you then?' She meant to sound teasing, flirtatious. The words came out as a plea instead.

The smile that shaped his lips stole her breath. Arrogant, a.s.sured, a confident male animal.

"This concerns me." His hand moved from her hair to her thighs, his palm sliding between them as he cupped the saturated curves of her s.e.x, grinding against her c.l.i.t and sending fire racing through her nerve endings.

She arched in his hold, aware of his arm tightening around her back as her knees weakened with the extreme pleasure. She ground herself against him, a gasping cry escaping her throat as liquid fire seemed to consume her.

"I can't" She lost the strength to finish the cry as she felt him tear at the material of her shorts, dragging the soft cotton out of the way as she trembled against him.

"Control it?' His rumbled growl was filled with satisfaction. "h.e.l.l no. You can't, Megan, and I wouldn't stand for it if you could. I want you out of control, baby. Burning with me. Feel. Feel how good it is."

She jerked against him, her legs straightening until she stood on her tiptoes, her eyes widening, dazing as his finger pressed against the tender opening before sinking inside her.

She felt the slide of moisture rushing from her, easing his way as he filled the sensitive depths of her p.u.s.s.y. His finger moved wickedly, stroking her, rasping against the delicate nerve endings as she shuddered in pleasure.

Oh G.o.d, it was so good. Too good. She could feel him inside her, the calloused pad of his finger creating a friction intended to drive her crazy.

"You're p.u.s.s.y is hot, Megan." He growled in her ear as his teeth sc.r.a.ped the lobe. "Hot and sweet, like the finest cream. As tight as a fist. Taking you is more pleasure than I ever imagined existed."

There was no subterfuge, no lies. She could feel his pleasure whipping around her, sinking into her, mixing with her own to create an intoxicating sense of rapture. Her hands roved over his shoulders, the feel of the tiny silken hairs covering his flesh p.r.i.c.kling her palms. She wanted to feel him fully against her, feel that satiny pelt rubbing over her, stroking her flesh with a lazy eroticism that stole her mind.

She mewled in rising hunger as his finger moved inside her, thrusting with diabolically slow strokes as she teetered on the edge of o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Are you going to tease me all morning?' She finally gasped as she felt him change the angle of his hand, felt another finger joining the first. A ragged, tormented moan was her only recourse as he stretched her further, filling her, stealing her breath.

"I want to lay you down and lick at all that sweet cream pouring out of you," he drawled in her ear, his voice a seductive growl of primal hunger.

"I want to fill you with my tongue, Megan, and consume every sweet drop of cream I can force from your body."

She shuddered, moving against his hand, helpless in the grip of the overpowering need to have him do just that. To feel him licking her, eating her inch by inch.

"Now." She groaned helplessly. "G.o.d, do something before I die."

The words had no more than left her lips when his fingers slid from her p.u.s.s.y, giving one last caress to the spasming flesh before he bent and pulled her quickly into his arms. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her head falling against his chest as her lips moved to the hard muscle, opening over it then sinking against the tough male flesh helplessly. She wanted to mark him. To taste him. To fill him with the same pleasure he sent racing through her body.

If the tight, hoa.r.s.e snarl was any indication, she had succeeded.

Within minutes she was naked, lying in her bed and watching as he jerked his pants from his powerful thighs.

Before she could do more than marvel at the powerful male creature intent on possessing her, he was moving over her, his lips catching hers as his chest raked erotically over her already tingling nipples. Wildfire filled her as his tongue pushed between her lips, sweeping into her mouth as he nudged against her tongue, demanding she take him as she had the hard erection earlier.

She arched against him, accepting the riotous demand as the spicy taste filled her senses. Their moans echoed around her, his animalistic, hers beseeching. Pleasure raked through her as he held himself above her, his hands framing her swollen b.r.e.a.s.t.s as his fingers began to pluck and plump them. She had never considered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s a particularly erotic area, until Braden touched them. Until his hoa.r.s.e growl filled her mouth a second before he broke the kiss, his lips moving purposely across her jaw and down her neck. He licked at her, nipped at her skin and raked his teeth over the sensitive area before moving inexorably toward the thrusting, hard-tipped mounds.

When he reached them he paused, his eyelids lifting languorously as he glanced up at her, his full, strong lips swollen from their kiss.

"Mine." The harsh, gravelly pitch of his voice had her trembling in antic.i.p.ation as his warm breath wafted over her straining nipples.

Resistance was futile, she thought with a spurt of amus.e.m.e.nt. He was claiming her; she could feel it in every cell of her oversensitive brain.

"Am I? she challenged him then, smiling up at him with deliberate mystery as she arched into his grip.

"Prove it."

She loved challenging him, loved making his eyes darken, his cheekbones flush with l.u.s.t.

His fingers tightened on her nipples, sending an electric surge of pleasure tearing through her womb. She gasped, her head falling back weakly, nearly begging at that point for him to f.u.c.k her.

"You are," he promised her, more than satisfied with her response if the tone of his voice was anything to go by.

"Says who?" She was dying for him to prove it. Aching for it.

He chuckled at the deliberate challenge, his thumbs raking sensually over her nipples with a rasping pleasure that had her gritting her teeth to keep from begging him to consume her.

"Oh, I will prove it, baby." His voice was low, intent. "In ways you could never imagine."

She tensed at the husky murmur, antic.i.p.ation and trepidation sliding through her at the misty images that filled her mind. Him behind her, covering her, taking her...

"I don't think so_" Her gasping laughter surprised her as her eyes opened, meeting his gaze with amused defiance.

She shouldn't be amused. He was deliberately allowing her to sense his emotions, as well as the desires filling him. And there were many, many desires. They had her blushing from her toes to her hairline, a fiery heat filling her at the thought of them.

"Never say never, baby," he warned, his eyes sparkling with his own amus.e.m.e.nt as his head lowered, his tongue licking over the top of her breast. "There are so many different ways I could claim you. You have no idea."

Oh yes, she did. The pervert! Those ideas of his were whipping through her head now, thoughts, pleasures she could have never imagined. And they were stealing her will, stealing any resistance she might have thought to make. Well. for the most part.

Any thoughts of resisting, surrendering or chastising him for deliberately playing with her mind were washed away beneath the moist, rough warmth of his tongue as it curled over her nipple. The sensitive tip screamed out in pleasure, causing her to jerk at the sensations as a strangled moan left her lips.

She twisted beneath him as he covered the taut point, suckling it into his mouth, rasping against it with his tongue as liquid fire shot through her p.u.s.s.y. Oh h.e.l.l, she liked that. She liked that so d.a.m.ned much. It was incredible. Hot and tempestuous, and so exciting she almost screamed with the pleasure. Except he stole her breath. Stole her breath, then stole any thoughts she could have made as he moved to the next mound, repeating the action.

He stroked, nibbled, licked and rubbed. His tongue just a bit rasping, just enough to t.i.tillate and make her crazy for more. And the way it stroked over her nipple as he sucked at it firmly was definitely making her crazy.

Her hands tangled in his long hair, holding him to her as his fingers plucked and tormented the peak his mouth wasn't covering. Sharp sensation surged from her nipples to her p.u.s.s.y and stole her breath with the sharp spasms that surged through her womb.

He wasn't content to linger there, no matter how desperately she pulled at his hair as he began to move lower.

"Stop teasing me_" She was panting. Panting was so juvenile. But there she was, panting for breath as he licked his way down her stomach, nipping and kissing and generally driving her crazy.

"Hmm, teasing is good,'' he reminded her as his hands moved to spread her thighs. Wide.

She shuddered as his teeth raked at the inside of her thigh, her muscles clenching, fighting to close against his head despite the broad hands wrapped around her knees, holding her open.

"You smell so sweet.'' He placed a nipping little kiss in the crease between her thigh and her desperately aching c.u.n.t. The pressure pounding in her c.l.i.t had her trying to arch closer, to force his mouth where she needed it. And oh, did she need it.

"Braden, I didn't tease you like this." Oh h.e.l.l, that wasn't a whimper. It really wasn't. And she wasn't begging, she a.s.sured herself. She just couldn't breathe enough to make her voice firmer.

"You mean like this?"

She screeched as his tongue swiped through her aching slit, from the entrance to her hungry p.u.s.s.y to the swollen nub of her c.l.i.t.

Harsh tremors shook her body as she reached for release, only to hear his heated chuckle as he sent a breath of air to tantalize her aching flesh.

"You're evil." She panted, straining to get closer.

"That wasn't evil," he growled. "This is evil."

His tongue flickered over her c.l.i.t, the touch so whisper light that the taunting strokes only pushed her arousal higher without allowing her to explode.

Her hands clenched in his hair, pulling at it, her ragged moans demanding relief. A sharp nip to her thigh had her stilling for a second. Only a second. The eroticism of the small bite caused her to shudder as her head whipped back and forth on the mattress.

"Stay still, minx," he ordered, his voice growing darker, hotter as she strained against him. "Let me do this."

His head moved lower, his tongue reaching out to rim the flooded entrance of her p.u.s.s.y.

"Mmm, delicious." He lapped at her, licking with such sensual destruction that she swore she was going to go up in flames and disintegrate into ashes before he ever gave her relief.

She moaned, a low, pitifully desperate sound that she knew she was going to blush over later. But for now, the pleasure was sweeping through her, rocketing through her bloodstream and building in intensity.

"Like that, baby'!" His hands slid from her knees to her inner thighs, his thumbs catching at the plumped flesh of her p.u.s.s.y to open her further.

She nearly wept as his tongue began to tease at the opening, flickering, licking, lapping at the juices easing from her. The vibration of his growling moans was another caress streaking through her.

"I hate you." She moaned with a spurt of laughter as his teasing threatened to steal her mind. He was killing her.

He laughed, a low wicked sound that sent shivers racing over her flesh.

"That's okay, baby," he crooned. "I like the way you hate."

His tongue sank inside her, parting the clenching muscles, licking at the sensitive flesh and sending her exploding as her hips arched and the breath rushed from her lungs.

One thrust. That was all it had taken. One deep, powerful thrust of his wicked tongue and she was exploding around him, melting, burning beneath the erotic lash of each caress.

She was barely aware of him moving, able to do no more than gasp as he flipped her to her stomach before pushing her knees up, forcing her to hold her hips from the bed. In that position, she was open to him, completely defenseless as she felt him rub the head of his c.o.c.k against her quaking p.u.s.s.y.

"So pretty, Megan." The growl in his voice was deeper now, more primal.

"So wet and hot."

He pressed against her, the wide crest opening her, stretching her with unbelievable pleasure. "There, baby." He came over her, covering her as he began to work his c.o.c.k into the gripping muscles of her p.u.s.s.y.

G.o.d, it was killing her. He was hot and thick, spreading her open, caressing nerve endings she had never known existed until he possessed her.

Megan whimpered as her fists clenched in the blankets beneath her, her eyes closed, aware of nothing but Braden taking her, holding her beneath his powerful body, his tongue caressing her shoulder, his teeth raking it as he thrust slow and easy inside her.

She shuddered, clenching around him as she pushed back, eager to take every inch, to experience once again the amazing pleasure she knew she would only ever find with Braden.

"There, baby," he crooned at her shoulder, placing stinging little kisses there as he began to move inside her.

"See how sweet and tight you are? Like a snug little glove created just for my c.o.c.k."

His explicit words had her moaning in excitement, the gravelly, growling sound of his voice piercing her womb as his erection tunneled through her p.u.s.s.y with increasingly hard strokes.

The air around her began to pulse with hunger. His. Hers. The smell of hot s.e.x, sweat-soaked bodies and l.u.s.t filled the room. Braden's growling moans, her desperate cries echoing around her. The sensations weren't just pleasure-they were desperate, grinding, furious s.e.x.

Braden braced himself over her, his teeth opening over her shoulder as his hips moved faster, pounding his c.o.c.k inside her with sharp, jack hammering thrusts that had her screaming. She tilted her hips and rocked back into him as she felt wildfire twisting through her p.u.s.s.y, her spasming womb, climbing higher, hotter.

He snarled at her neck, and as though the trigger had been released, she exploded. Her back arched, white-hot heat whipped through her body as her o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through her nerve endings at the exact moment she felt Braden's teeth sink into her shoulder.

Pain, pleasure-both exploded through her, one driving the other higher until she didn't know where they began, where they ended or if reality would ever return. The hard, erotic extension locked him inside her, heating her further, driving her climax harder. She felt Braden's c.o.c.k jerk, felt the hard, jetting pulses of his seed shooting inside her as he growled again, a low, throaty sound of pleasure as his release rocked him as hard as hers tore through her.

Megan collapsed beneath him, feeling his lips lift from her shoulder, his tongue lapping at the wound she knew he must have made. It should have hurt like a son of a b.i.t.c.h; instead, she felt only a low. distant ache and a slight sting.

And Braden.

"You bit me." She could barely push the words past her lips. "Told you not to bite me again."

He growled. The sound sent a pulse of pleasure raking over her nerve endings as she moaned in defeat. h.e.l.l, what was a little bite? She was sated and exhausted, more relaxed than she could ever remember being. She could handle a little bite or two.

Maybe.

Chapter Fourteen.

"This biting stuff is going to have to stop." Megan surveyed the damage to her shoulder in the mirror over the sink as she frowned at the slight bruising. Talk about the hickey from h.e.l.l.

Two small punctures pierced the flesh, reminding her of the gory vampire books she liked to read. She shivered at the thought.

"It's not that bad." His voice was quiet as he stood in the doorway watching her, his eyes dark gold, his expression carefully blank as he glanced at her shoulder.