She shrieks and her muscles seize up, a glorious shuddering running through her luscious form.
"That's it, baby." I drop the belt and slap with my hand-only because I need to get close to her-need to feel those muscles squeezing as she comes from her pussy whipping. I slap and slap-light, quick smacks until she tumbles down the other side of her release and goes limp, sagging into her bonds.
The moment I see it, I work her free of the bonds and wrap my leather jacket around her shoulders. "That's it, baby. You were so beautiful." I swing her up into my arms, ignoring the hungry stares of the leeches around us.
I don't give a shit about pack-vampire relations or our mission to spy right now. I just need to get Sheridan out of there. Take her home and put her to bed.
Naked.
With me on top.
SHERIDAN
I'M drunk on endorphins for the entire ride home-I hardly notice that Trey's put me in the passenger side of my car and took my keys to drive. When we get out, I throw my head back, like I'm in wolf form and am going to howl at the moon.
The moon bathes me in her beauty-she's full and lush, her feminine power amplifying mine.
Trey's eyes glint silver, too, and I suddenly can't believe he's never marked me. Our wolves were made for each other. How could we have denied it all these years? I lunge at him, twisting his shirt up in my fingers, smashing my lips over his.
He stumbles back, a surprised chuckle puffing between us, then yanks me up to straddle his waist. I bite his neck, lick his ear, rub my breasts against his chest. Somehow, he gets us inside and then we tear at each other's clothes. I shred his shirt. He yanks my catsuit off me. His jeans and boxer briefs come off.
My skin is still warm and tingly from the whipping he gave me back at Toxic, the pulse between my legs insistent. He advances, tall, naked, potent. Tattoos curl around his forearms, over his shoulders and across his chest. His cock stands out, huge and erect.
I reach for his cock. It's been a long time since I've had sex-twelve years, to be exact-but my body remembers. My body knows.
Trey catches my wrist before I can grasp his length. With his other hand, he fists my hair and tugs my head back. "Careful, baby," he rumbles, bringing his lips to my jaw. "You get me too excited, and it will all be over before we start."
I give a shaky laugh. Trey shifts to hold me around the waist and he walks with me to the bed, tumbles me down with him on top.
I can't wait. I don't want to go slow. I pull him to me, over me, my nails sinking into his back. His cock prods my entrance and I rock my hips, trying to help him in.
"Wait... hang on," Trey chokes. He backs off me and retrieves a condom from the pocket of his jeans. I pinch my nipples and toss my legs around on the bed while I wait, which pulls a distinctly animal-like snarl from his lips. He rips the foil open with his teeth.
Will he mark me?
I can't even think it, and yet goosebumps race over my skin as I watch his canines lengthen, the silver glow of his wolf eyes. On some level, I know this is it-he won't hold back.
I've tried his self-control too many times.
He sheaths his cock and I climb up on my knees to meet him, but he pushes me back. He holds his thumb over my neck, not choking me, but holding me down.
Showing me who's in charge.
My knees spread wide and I take him into the cradle of my legs. He rubs the head of his cock over my slit and I arch up, sucking in a shaky breath. I'm so freaking sensitive right now, I swear to the fates I could come again, just from him talking to my clit.
He pushes at my sopping entrance, stretching me as I take the head in. I draw in a sharp breath when he spears me in a single thrust and he freezes.
"Were you ready, baby?" His concern nearly makes me weep. He's the same tender, thoughtful man he was twelve years ago when he first took my virginity.
I grab his ass and hold him in as I get used to his size. "Yeah, I pant. It's just been awhile."
Understatement.
My eyes slide to the side but when I sneak a peek back at his face, he's staring down at me with an intensity I can't look away from. I rock my pelvis up to move him inside me.
"There's never been another for me." His voice is rough and deep. He holds my gaze as he eases out and slams back in.
I gasp at the intensity of it-both his words and his thrust. "You mean... you never loved anyone else?" I'm trying to make sense of what he's trying to tell me. He can't be talking about sex, right? No male stays celibate for twelve years.
His upper lip twitches in a snarl as he jacks back and in again, stealing my breath. "Loved. Fucked. Dated. Only you."
It's ridiculous, but uncontrollable. I burst into tears.
Because… Trey.
My Trey.
He's still mine. Never wasn't mine.
"What about-" I don't want to, but I have to ask.
He gives a quick shake of his head, changes his rhythm to short, hard thrusts. "I had to. To make you leave. You were supposed to go to college. Make something of your life."
I'm fully sobbing now, and yet somehow still completely in sync with the sex, still needy for it, turned on by it.
"I've never been with anyone else, either," I confess on a sob. I match the rocking of my hips with his thrusts, take him deeper. "It was only you for me, too."