And what do you know. Now, Wrath knew the precise layout of the suite of rooms’ spaces. He piloted his strides perfectly down the hallway to the last door, and then he was back in the bedroom. No shin strikes now. No confusion about where the bed was. No hesitation. And yeah, he sure as shit could have used all this coordination before, but now was when it counted most.
He laid his female out on the bed. “Leelan…”
As he inhaled her scent, the perfume of her arousal went through him like a lightning strike, but he couldn’t ignore what was underneath her need: Her stress, her fear, her unhappiness, all registered in his nose, a piercing, acrid sting that was only temporarily in the background.
All that shit would be waiting for them after the pleasure.
So, he was going to make this count.
He found her mouth with an ease that reminded him of when he’d had his sight. And then he was kissing her deep and long, taking his time as his hands went down his mate’s body, skating over her ribs, finding the indent of her waist, landing on her hip.
That wasn’t where he was going to stay.
Traveling over the top of her jeans, he released the waistband’s button, went to work on the zipper, and then he was inside, feeling the soft skin above her panties. He smiled against her mouth. Plain and cotton was the way hisshellanrolled, and that was more than fine with him. All he ever did was take the damn things off of her, anyway.
Rising up onto his knees, he drew those jeans down nice and slow, leaving the panties in place. It was a good plan—until there was a log jam at her calves because her shoes were still on. Good thing the treaded shoes slipped off easy enough, and thesocks were also a quick peel. After that, he ran his hands up the smooth contours of her legs, once again taking his time, even though his cock was pounding at the buttons of his leathers.
Beth was restless and hungry for him, too, her body churning on the bed, her thighs rubbing together as if that familiar ache he liked to take care of was driving her insane.
Fucking. Perfect.
Before he went down on her, he purred in the back of his throat and considered ditching all his own clothes. There wasn’t time for that shit, but he did need to move a little more freely. With a groan of impatience, he tossed his leather jacket, and the flop as it landed on the floor was so damn satisfying. Then out of distraction, he went to clear his chest holster and daggers—but he didn’t wear them anymore.
There was a pause at that.
What brought him back was focusing only on Beth, which was easy to do. Arching over her lower belly, his fangs dropped down out of his upper jaw, and he purred again as he ran one across the top of her panties. Underneath the sharp tip, her flesh yielded in a way that made him think about biting her at the throat. Except that was not where this first round was going to go.
He had other plans for them.
Hitching the bikini string under his canine, he eased back, the fragile elastic giving way, giving way until it reached its limit. With aclap!, he locked his teeth on the banding. As things split free, she arched and moaned, and he breathed in deeply before going to work on the other side. Same deal, a pull, pull, pull, until the tension peaked—and then he bit down hard andsnap!they disappeared.
“Wrath…” she begged.
He nuzzled the panel down, her core more than ready for him, and he had some idea of teasing them both. That went rightout the window. Leading with his tongue, he drew up her sex then lingered at the top, swirling, teasing…sucking. The sounds she made, the whimpering, the pleading, the hard breath out, the hiss of her inhales, were the stuff of his dreams. As a bonded male, giving pleasure to his female was better than any orgasm he could ever have.
She came against his face.
God, he loved peaches.
So naturally…he kept going. Reaching up her body, he pushed her fleece out of the way and cupped both her bare breasts. Her nipples were peaked, and it was a crying shame he couldn’t be in two places at once. But there would be time for that later.
He was going to make sure of it.
Working her sex, he opened up his memory banks and pulled out blurry recollections of what she looked like as he stared up her body…her thighs spread wide, the tips of her breasts bouncing with her harsh gasps, her chin all he could see of her face because she’d ground the back of her head into the pillows.
He pinched her nipples, rolled them between his fingers, cupped the swell of her, and ramped up down below by penetrating her with his tongue.
His name echoed around the plain room as she barked it out, and his erection threatened to blow the front of his pants open.
“I want you,” she grunted. “I need…your…vein…”
Wrath whipped his head up. It was the only thing that could have gotten his attention; otherwise, he was prepared to stay right where he was for the next hour.
His body moved before his brain gave any orders. He surged up and yanked his hair out of the way. Rolling over, he pulled her onto his chest. There was a brief frustration that he still had his leathers on, but he wasn’t about to tangle with unlacing his shitkickers.
He’d be liable to cut his own feet off.
And what do you know, Beth didn’t need any urging from him to do the mounting. She split her legs over his hips, and the instant there was pressure on his erection, he did some hissing and moaning of his own.
