He didn’t bite. Instead, his hands spanned her ribcage, lifting her slightly so that his mouth could latch onto a breast, his tongue laving the nipple, making her lower abdomen clench with need as her core throbbed. She had the sense that she could orgasm at any moment simply by him suckling at her breast.
Her hips moved against him, seemingly of their own volition, searching for that heavy erection that could fill her, assuage the aching emptiness. Kane’s hand cupped her there, answering her silent demand, his fingers pressing against that swollen bundle of nerves as she ground her body against him.
Her breath left her in ragged pants as her head dropped back, her fingertips digging into Kane’s broad shoulders. She was so close, so close when Kane lifted his head from her breast and growled, “I need to taste you.”
Oh, yes. Yes. Anything. At that moment she would have done anything, would have lethimdo anything if it brought her to that screaming orgasm her body was racing toward.
There was a moment of weightlessness that had her jerking her eyes open and she realized Kane had lifted her into his arms and was climbing out of the tub, carrying her into his bedroom where he laid her out on his bed, his fingers skimming down her body as those gorgeous eyes of his hungrily gazed at every inch of her. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed.
He meant it too. Those weren’t just empty words spouted in the heat of the moment. She could see it clearly on that beautiful face of his as he looked at her with what could only be described as awe. Her hand lifted, beckoning him closer. She needed to feel his weight against her, the heated press of his skin on her own.
Kane’s hands smoothed down her thighs, pressed her knees further apart as he settled between them, and Sophia’s breath caught in her lungs at the sight of him hovering over her, so enticingly close to her aching mound. Her hips lifted, beseeching, her fingers speared into his hair urging him on, and at that first touch of his mouth against her core, her back arched, her shoulders lifted off the mattress, and she gasped.
His tongue lapped at her, alternating between gentle little flicks and firm strokes. His hands splayed over her hips, holding them down as they jerked against his mouth in a demand for more. His name was a chant on her lips that ended in a scream as he brought her over that edge, her body feeling like it was splintering apart in a kaleidoscope of the most exquisite colors.
He stayed with her through every shudder of completion, every throb and pounding pulsebeat that had her toes curling and her eyes practically rolling back in her head.
His fingers lifted to touch her own that were fisted in his hair, probably pulling painfully at his scalp though he didn’t complain, his lips quirked in a sexy smile as he gazed up at her with heavy-lidded eyes.
Sophia loosened her grip, her fingers trailing to those broad shoulders, urging him to come up over her, cover her. She licked her lips, already anticipating the feeling of that erection filling her. Her hips lifted. Despite having just experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, she was eager for more.
They both gasped as he unerringly thrust into her slick heat, the feel of him better than anything she could have imagined.
“You feel incredible,” Kane groaned between gritted teeth, echoing her thoughts.
His mouth found hers, his kiss devouring as his hips withdrew and then surged forward once more. Sophia’s keening cries of pleasure were swallowed by his mouth as he set up a rhythm that was quickly driving her toward that precipice once more.
Their palms met, fingers entwining, gripping, both of them needing to hold onto the other as together, they flew over the edge.
Chapter Eighteen
“How did you become a Hunter?” Sophia asked, her fingertips gliding in a leisurely exploration of his chest.
Feeling content, incredibly satisfied, and slightly sleepy, Kane wrapped his arm a little tighter around her and spread his hand over the curve of her hip. He kissed her forehead, both of her closed eyes and her nose, loving the way her lips lifted in a smile. “I first had the thought when I was a teenager,” his shoulder moved in a shrug. “Circumstances later proved it to be the best option.”
The mattress moved beneath him as Sophia propped herself up on an elbow to look down at him. “Don’t the Born usually inherit territory or something?”
“My father, you might say, was rather prolific when it came to producing sons,” he told her dryly. “I was the youngest, and my father decided there wasn’t enough territory to go around.”
“So you decided to forge your own path.” He could hear the smile in her voice and he opened his eyes to enjoy the sight, but that smile quickly turned into a frown, complete with an adorably crinkled brow as she asked, “How did you end up under Morgan? Shouldn’t you have had your own team? From what I understand about the Born, they absurdly consider themselves a male dominant species.”
Lifting his hand with a chuckle at her disgruntled tone, Kane pulled Sophia’s hair tie from her now, rather messy ponytail, and enjoyed the feel of damp, cascading silk pooling on his chest. “I requested the post.”
Settling deeper into the mattress with a grimace, he told her, “When I was young, I had the unfortunate distinction of being pretty,” he said, his lip curling on the last. “My looks garnered a lot of unwanted attention. Normally, it wasn’t an issue as either my father or one of my older brothers was always close at hand.”
Sophia let out a little sympathetic murmur and he combed his fingers through her hair, grateful for an act that brought him such pleasure when he was discussing a subject that most definitely did not. “I was thirteen when I first met Morgan. She had completed a contract for my father and he had invited her to stay for dinner at the same time as an entourage from the Court of Elders descended upon us for a routine inspection. One of those elders had me cornered in a hallway when Morgan discovered us.”
He could still remember the stink of that elder’s breath, his bony hands with long, pointed fingernails on Kane’s chest as he pressed closer and spoke words that should never be heard by one as young as Kane had been.
Hearing Sophia’s little sound of distress on his behalf, Kane shook himself from those dark thoughts and hugged her closer. “You should have seen Morgan, Sophia. She was magnificent. She grabbed that elder, spun him about, and pinned him against a wall, burying a dagger right next to the lecherous bastard’s ear. I’m pretty sure she nicked him,” he finished with a chuckle.
Kane had reveled at the sight, while the elder had railed,‘Do you have any idea who I am, girl?’. Morgan hadn’t missed a beat, snarling in the elder’s face,‘You must have no idea whoIam if you think I actually care.’
“She dragged the elder straight to my father, and while Big Jim couldn’t kill him, the man being part of the Court and all, my father didn’t hesitate to backhand him so hard the man was spitting teeth.”
“Morgan was your hero.”
“She was,” Kane agreed with a grin. “In gratitude for what she’d done, my father invited her to stay a few days, relax in his territory. Life as a Hunter isn’t easy, especially back then, so she readily took him up on the offer and while she was there, she shared stories of howshebecame a Hunter.”
