Текст книги "Breeding Cycle"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Chapter 23

Sarina was content to lie in Vane's arms all night. The heat of his body warmed her better than any comforter ever could, and his scent was one constant stream of decadence. Even though tomorrow was probably going to be the biggest day of her life, she was able to relax in his arms, and enjoy the kiss of his lips against her hair.

Her stomach chose that quiet, peaceful moment to growl in a very unladylike way. Sarina stiffened and flushed.

Vane laughed. "A little hungry? How about I feed you then?"

Sarina couldn't help herself when she saw his grin, the laughter shining in his eyes, and kissed him fully on the mouth. He made a little oomph sound and didn’t hesitate to slide wetly inside her mouth. She met his tongue with a thrust of her own. He tore his mouth away on a curse.

"Not now, we can't." At her cute pout, he added, "Lumara, I must feed you first. Don't worry, sweetheart, I plan on taking my time with you tonight."

"You cook?” Sarina asked, following him into the kitchen.

"Well now I do. I had a butler of sorts before. His name’s Alfonse. You’ll meet him tomorrow. I had to kick him out though so it could be just us. Have a seat. This will be done in no time."

Thirty minutes later and Sarina was sinking her teeth into one of the juiciest pieces of chicken she'd ever had.

"How did you learn to do this? I mean, not to sound rude or anything. It's just that most males in my experience can't actually use anything more than the grill or microwave to cook. Yet I just watched you toss a salad, use the stove, and cut up vegetables. Even Alison would be impressed."

His laughter was like warm velvet around her. "My mother, Renee. She died when I was 22, but she made certain all her kids had certain skills."

"Like cooking?"

"Like cooking," he agreed. “Why do you say Alison would be impressed?”

“She’s a chef. She owns a successful little café just outside of downtown. That woman can cook.” They ate in silence as they finished off their plates. “What other kinds of skills did she teach you?"

He finished chewing, and she swore she saw a tinge of pink redden his cheeks. Oh, this has to be good.

"Well," she prompted when he didn't answer.

He cleared his throat and began clearing the dishes off the table. "Cello. I play the cello."

It took two tries to close her gaping mouth. She tried to picture her big Alpha sitting with a cello between his legs, his big hands holding the bow, and she giggled. She couldn't help it; once it started, it was hard to stop. He turned to glare at her but there was mirth dancing in his eyes.

"Come on. Let's go before I give you a lesson in obeying your master." She grabbed his hand and followed his long stride up the stairs.

"Would you play for me?" She didn't think, but just blurted out the question. He stopped so suddenly she bumped into him. He looked up the stairs, found some indiscriminant dot on the wall, and studied it. She touched his arm, curious.

"Vane? Are you, are you blushing?" He turned to look at her, his hard cheeks flushed, then in one smooth, quick move he snaked an arm around her neck and brought her lips to his. By the time he lifted from her, she was breathless and more than a little damp in her panties.

"Fine, but if I'm going to play for you then you have to do something for me." His eyes glinted with dark mischief.

"What?" she asked wearily, her lips still swollen from his kisses.

"You're going to get naked nice and slow while I play. And you’re going to dance for me. I want to see all that beautiful skin moving to my music."

"Oh." Now it was her turn to blush.

Vane led her down the hallway, passed his bedroom to a room filled with a wide, wooden desk, and bookshelves lined with hardbacks. A cello sat in the corner next to a music stand. It looked expensive with tawny wood, an elegant curve at the top where intricate vines were carved into the wood. The long strings dropped to the large belly of the cello where black lines arced around the strings. He obviously cared for the instrument. It was polished and looked like it could be new.

He pulled up a chair and took a seat, pulling the large instrument between his widespread thighs. Sarina bit her lip, suddenly nervous. He held the instrument with familiar hands. His strong fingers poised precisely at the top of the instrument. His other grabbed the long, bow-like instrument and held it horizontal at the belly of the cello. When he was done, he looked at her, an eyebrow cocked.

The music started and Sarina wasn't prepared for it. The melody was smooth and rich like velvet, the notes heavy and quick. They wrapped around her, filling the room with its warm tenor. His eyes closed, as he seemed to be feeling his music. His fingers poised and moved fluidly over the strings, providing different, beautiful sounds one after the other. When he opened his eyes, Sarina felt him look into her soul. There was no doubt in that moment that her beast was meant for his. That together they would make beautiful music.

His eyes trailed down her body, growing darker and hotter with each inch until finally landing on the juncture of her sex. Wet heat flooded her, readied her.

Sarina's mouth was dry as she slowly pulled her shirt up. The tempo of the song changed, grew faster, a rapid succession of beats that were smoothed into a lovely, deep stream by the bowstring. She tossed the shirt away, baring her naked breasts to him. His eyes fell to them, and grew hotter as her nipples puckered into little points. He licked his lips and she swore she could feel the pass of his tongue on them.

The sweeping tone of the notes soon had her hips rocking side to side to the throbbing beat. Of their own accord, her hands glided down her stomach, fingers toying with the metal button of her jeans. He tracked the movement like a predator. She drew down her zipper, the sound diluted over the beat of the cello. Slowly, like a practiced dancer, she shimmied her jeans down her smooth legs and stepped out of them with a thrust and sway of her body. Vane growled, the sound faint but husky.

Sarina panted, arousal making her moves languorous, her heart beat faster. Her pussy felt swollen and needy, and her breasts ached to be held. Her slip of cotton panties were the only thing separating her completely from his searing gaze.

Vane spread his legs further against the tight material of his jeans. His mate was driving him crazy. He never should have asked her to get naked while he played; he hadn't even thought it out, just asked. God she was beautiful, all smooth skin, perfect curves and planes in all the right places. Her nipples were so hard he wanted to leap across the room and latch onto the hard bud. He could smell her wet arousal from across the room, thick and vanilla. How easy it would be to push her down to the ground, spread her wide, and take her until she was trembling and shuddering below him.

Fuck yeah did he want that.

Sarina felt his darkened gaze watching every inch of her, and delighted in the power she held over him. He was so big, so strong. There was something exhilarating about controlling such a strong man. She twirled to the music and stopped with her derriere facing him.

She performed her own special dance for him then, leaning and arching, pushing and dipping all the while her hands grabbed the soft cotton panties and lowered them inch by inch. She thought she heard a growl, but it was hard to tell over the racing of her heart and the cello. Her panties slid to her thighs where she let go and let them float around her ankles.

The music stopped suddenly, the vibrating tones echoing off the walls as the last note rang. Before she had time to turn, his hands were on her. He cupping her breasts and ran a hand down her stomach to cup her wet pussy. He rubbed soft circles over her swollen lips, then pulled back to travel a hand over her thrusting ass to squeeze the rounded flesh.

Want and need were dark spiraling thoughts that clouded her mind. She panted at his roaming hands, the sound loud and ragged.

"God I need you. I can't wait." She heard the rustle of his shirt as he took it off, and the hiss–of a zipper being pulled down. Then she felt his hard, hot cock prodding her creamy entrance. He nudged in just a little. Her wet pussy closed around him. "Fuck, you're so wet. I can't wait anymore, baby. I'm going to take you." He thrust inside filling her deep on a long, agonizing groan. Her own moan followed.

The position was awkward. She was bent forward with nothing to hold on to, but she didn't care. He was inside her, filling her with his thick cock, pounding her towards the relief she craved. His hands were everywhere, holding her hips as he tunneled in and out, squeezing her breasts, and pulling her nipples as his balls slapped against her.

"Ohh!" Her sex was tightening, her skin shrinking as molten heat built to a roar inside her.

"So fucking good." She heard him groan and the sound spurred her pleasure. His hand traveled down her stomach, found her creamy cunt, and rubbed her sensitive clit in fast circles.

She exploded into a million pieces. Her sex clamped down on his tunneling cock making him thrust in short bursts through the tightened muscles. He groaned wildly, and then she felt the distinct spray of his hot cum shooting, filling her deep.

Chapter 24

Her legs shook and she would have fallen if not for him holding her upright. Their ragged breaths chopped through the air. He pulled out on a groan and scooped her up into his arms. He took her to his bedroom and set her on the bed. He came down after her, sprawling her across his chest with a satisfied nod.

"That was…" Sarina cuddled into him, rubbing her cheek across the crisp hairs of his chest.

"Fucking amazing," he supplied.

She laughed. "Yeah, something like that." Feeling naughty and more than a little bit mischievous, Sarina threw her leg over his tree trunk one and propped herself up on her elbow to smile down at him. "You know, a female must wonder about her husband's stamina when, in fact, both times he's been with her it was quick. Amazing but quick."

Eyes darkened and hands came up to clasp her bottom to him. "Oh yeah, quick?" He growled, tickling her side ferociously. Sarina howled with laughter and tried to get away from him. "Beg for mercy!"

She laughed until her sides hurt. "Mercy! Please, no more. I can't take anymore." He relented, hesitantly.

"If my speed is the problem, you have only to blame yourself."

"Uh! How so?" She couldn’t stop grinning like a fool.

He climbed on top of her and gave her a dizzying, sexy kiss that softened her body like butter. "For being so damned sexy."

"Oh," she murmured, her eyes closing as his lips and tongue found the sensitive skin at her neck and made a home there. "I wasn't, oh that feels good, I wasn't mad, you know? Just teasing." She gasped sharply as his lips found her hard nipple and danced his tongue along it. She grabbed the back of his head to let him know he wasn't going anywhere from that very perfect spot. "I love how you make me feel."

"I don't know. It seems that my manhood is in question. For my pride's sake, I'll have to show you how very wrong you are."

With that dark threat, he moved further down her body, letting his tongue lead him. Sarina's stomach tightened in response and her hands strayed from his hair down to the bedding. His lips found the delicate bone of her hips and kissed the creamy skin there. Sarina wouldn't have thought such a simple thing could cause such a riot of sensations in her body. It was as if fireworks were going off inside of her.

His big tan hands spread her thighs so he could fit his shoulders between them. Sarina watched raptly as his dark-haired head disappeared between her thighs. She could only stare at him, anticipation riding her body hard, making her mouth dry and goosebumps spread over her skin.

"You know, I've wanted to do this since I first saw you from that cabin window. You were watching that very naughty movie and your little fingers were right in this spot."

He punctuated his point by spreading her swollen lips with his tongue and licking a searing path up her cleft to flick across her clitoris with delicious precision. She gasped and squirmed below him, but he only wrapped his arms around her legs and held her down for his ministrations. He licked a flat-tongued against her creamy sex and groaned at the taste of her, pure woman with a hint of vanilla.

"Watching you made my cock so hard I ended up taking it out and jerking off right there. I came all over the cabin."

Sarina moaned and hissed in a breath of pleasure as his clever tongue found her clitoris focused on it. She had to fight to catch her breath. The simple touch was devastating. She’d never felt anything like it before. It was soft and firm, yet so incredibly intense inside her.

“Oh my god, you did? Sexiest thing ever.” His chuckle disappeared into firm licks that had her heart thudding in her chest and her body priming for orgasm. And that was on top of the image he just gave her of him stroking that sexy, hard cock of his. She pictured him stroking it, coming while watching her, and it increased her pleasure even more. She wanted to see it, to see him losing control and know that it was her that drove him to it.

"You like that don't you, baby?" he growled deeply, then plunged his tongue deep in her core, eating her creamy arousal up like a delicious dessert.

Sarina tried to form the words to tell him yes, but couldn't seem to make her lips work. Her body was tense, her mind numb with pleasure. Somehow she managed a whisper of sound.   "Please."

Vane lifted his head from her pussy, and the look he gave her held so much heat, so much passion, she was certain he was going to climb up her body and mount her for hours to come. But he didn't. Instead he closed his eyes, shaking his head a little. He hunched back down to her sex and worked her with a passionate purpose…to make her come.

Everything inside Sarina tightened as her aching body soared toward its peak. His tongue performed a miracle against her swollen clit, flicking with a touch that had her breaths struggling to come and her thighs quivering in his hold. She could do nothing to stop the tongue-lashing, and she didn't want to. She just kept seeing him pumping his hard flesh, the tip red and swollen, then shooting white semen against the cabin.

She tried to catch her breath, tried to scream as she exploded, but couldn't. Her back arched off the bed and tight pleasure tore through her. Her legs shook in his strong hold, dislodging her from his tongue, but he dove back after it and finished tonguing her until the spasms left her body and she collapsed, panting against the bed.

By sheer force of will, Sarina was able to open her eyelids. Vane crouched between her bent knees. He looked like an erotic, dark angel. His erection was dark, hard, and viciously aroused. She nibbled on her lip just looking at it. When he reached out and squeezed her thigh in a grip that was almost painful, she realized that he had said something.

"What?"

"I said, suck me."

Sarina's eyes widened as a new wave of pleasure flooded her core. The pleasure she had from just imagining him stroking himself was nothing compared to the thought of putting her mouth on him, tasting him. Even as she moved to a sit up, a wave of hesitation hit her.

"I've never done that."

Vane laughed, but it was a pained, hoarse sound. He moved to stand next to the bed, looking beautiful in the moonlit shadows that beamed over him.

"Don't tell me you're feeling shy now, lumara? Don't forget that not only have I watched you pleasure yourself—quite beautifully I'll add—while watching a porno, but I saw the bag of toys you brought with you during your breeding cycle. Now, suck my dick." She blushed and slapped his chest playfully, which only made him chuckle again. "I also recall a late-night conversation we had at your father's cabin regarding a fantasy you had with not one, but two bisexual lovers taking you at once."

Sarina hugged him and hid her red face against his neck. "I never should have told you that."

"Oh, no baby. I want to know all your fantasies. I'll never let another man touch you but, but I thought your fantasy was very," he thought about it for a moment, “imaginative, for a virgin."

“Don’t you know us virgins are the kinkiest? All those pent up, repressed desires….”

She nipped his neck and his sharp inhale reminded her of the very hard, very demanding cock that was digging into her stomach. Feeling inspired by his choice word for her, Sarina smiled wickedly up at him and ushered him to lay back on the bed with his big legs hanging off the side. He did as she pleased, a dark need in his eyes.

His cock was so hard it lined with the hard plane of his stomach. The round head was flushed red and the veins stood out proudly as she looked at it. She had never taken the time to study him when they'd been together before. During her breeding cycle, her hormones were a furious lust storm inside her, consuming her and him.

She caressed the hard, muscled strength of his thighs, loving the crisp, dark hair under her fingers as she studied his drawn up scrotum. Drawing close, she bent over him, then ran a gentle caress across his sac, surprised to learn that it was quite soft and pliable. As she rolled and learned the texture of the interesting flesh, Vane made a heartfelt groan from deep in his chest.

"If you don't do something soon, I won't be at fault for what happens."

Loving how much her touch was driving him crazy, Sarina dipped her mouth to his cock and pressed a soft, gentle kiss along the swollen head. It pulsed against her as if seeking to kiss her back for her little peck. The angle was awkward and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to fit his cock in her mouth like she'd seen in her movies. Surely her mouth couldn't open that wide. That’s why there were actors for this sort of thing.

Just as she was about to drive him crazy with her dainty tonguing licks, Vane rushed to his feet and pressed her down to her knees so that she was face level with his cock. He grabbed the heavy mass and aimed it at her lips.

"Oh."

Looking up at him and seeing his cheeks flushed the same color as his cock, Sarina wanted nothing more in that moment than to give him the same amazing pleasure he'd given her tonight and during the days of her breeding cycle. His nostrils flared as he stared down at her with intense heat. Despite the fact that she had no idea how to do this, Sarina grabbed his hard cock from him, took him in a small fist, and brought it to her wet lips.

She licked the rim, tasting his leaking cum, then traced further down to the bottom of the head. When Vane hissed in a sharp breath, she assumed that what she was doing was good.

"More," he growled, thrusting his hips a little at her mouth, seeking entrance.

Sarina answered by opening her mouth around his cock, and using her tongue as a wet guide. She took as much of his thick cock as she could in one swoop. Her mouth was full of him and she felt a strange, erotic thrill fill her. He tasted like her cream wrapped in his masculine taste. She felt naughty, sexy, and desperately wanted to have him spill himself in her mouth.

With that new goal in mind, Sarina did her best to learn how to please him. She retreated with a wet pass back up to his tip and then dipped down again until she had created a wonderful, wet glide that she could easily bow into. When his hands came up to fist in her hair, and his hips began a short, thrusting motion she knew she had him. Squeezing him in her fist, she bobbed wetly back and forth on his hard cock stopping when her lips reached her hand. Then she pulled him out all the way to flick her tongue across his red tip.

"Christ," he panted, fighting to catch air. Sarina closed her lips around him again and increased her speed, sensing his nearing release. She rubbed her tongue against his hot flesh sucking hard and pumping his cock with her fist at the same time. He groaned harshly and his thighs trembled for a moment, his cock grew bigger in her mouth. The hand in her hair pushed her closer and then the hot flood of hot cum jetted over her tongue and throat, filling her mouth. She sucked him hard coaxing his seed from him. The look of raw pleasure on his face made her moan.

When he finally pulled out of her mouth, he collapsed onto the bed to keep from falling. She followed him, straddling his chest, and pressing kisses on his neck. She bit her lip and noted that her lips felt tingly and almost numb. The taste of him was in her mouth, and at the sight of him fighting to catch his breath, she realized it was worth the numb lips.

He turned to look at her with a lazy smile. It curled her toes how much he meant to her, how much he was capable of making her feel with just that one look. She moved to roll off him, but he stopped her.

"I'm afraid we're not done yet, lumara. I still have a point to prove."

"What?" It took a second, but then remembered her joke about his quick lovemaking. "It was only a joke, luma. You really have nothing to prove."

"Perhaps.” His eyes darkened to a positively evil light. “However I find it in my best interest, and yours, to show you just how long I can pleasure you for." Then he rolled on top of her and stole the breath from her with a searing kiss that dominated her senses.

It wasn't until the glow of the rising sun that Vane finally let Sarina sleep. He'd shown her no mercy. He took her in every room and made her come twice in each. It was only after her eyes grew soft with exhaustion, and after she claimed him as the "Master of her Body" that he tucked her close to him, and let her sleep.

While she still floated between consciousness and sleep, she muttered words almost too soft to hear. Words that made his heart tighten painfully in his chest.

"I love you."