He wanted to hear her tell him that she could never have this with another male. That she was his, as he knew with a soul-shaking certainty that he belonged to her.
Forever.
The thought became a vow as her firelit gaze locked on his and she surrendered to the tremendous force of her climax. Her cry boiled out of her, throaty and wild. Sharp fingernails scored his back, searing lashes that made him roar with satisfaction as she broke apart beneath him in wave after wave of powerful release.
His own orgasm was rolling up hard on him too. But before he gave himself over to it, he wanted to witness Brynne coming again.
Hell, he would never have his fill of that beautiful sight.
Not even if they had as long as forever to be together.
He grasped her hands and started to drag them above her head so he could send her off the cliff of another climax, but she evidently had other plans.
On a sexy, animalistic snarl, she flipped him onto his back. Her long sable waves tossed around her shoulders as she straddled him, their bodies still intimately joined. His cock heartily approved of the change in position, and so did he.
Brynne sat atop him, her body on full display as her hips rocked and undulated, her wet core grinding against him as she took him impossibly deeper with each merciless slide of her body over his. The arcing twists and spirals of her dermaglyphs were flushed with deep colors, playing across her smooth skin like a living work of art. He reached up to touch the lacy patterns that adorned her breasts and belly, his gaze and fingers worshipping every extraordinary inch of her.
“So lovely,” he murmured, sliding his hands down to her hips as she settled into her own fevered tempo. “I may never let you out of this bed.”
Her answer was a low, pleasured moan. A sensual shudder slid through her body. Her breath turned ragged, a sexy panting that made his arousal coil tighter at the base of his spine. Fuck. He was trying to keep a leash on his orgasm, but she wasn’t making it easy for him.
Arching as she pistoned on his shaft, her breasts jutted out, nipples as dark and plump as little berries. He reached up to touch them, rolling the pebbled peaks under his palms and fingers, reveling in the frantic little sounds she made as her climax started to overwhelm her.
“Zael…” His name was little more than a gasp as she bowed sharply and lost herself to her release.
She closed her eyes, tipping her head back on another shivery cry. Her sex gripped him like a sleek, velvet glove. Each tremor that shook her sent vibrations rippling along his shaft.
He kept moving beneath her, taking control of their tempo in order to prolong her pleasure. And his own.
He growled with satisfaction as she came again. But the sudden explosion of hot, liquid heat on his cock was more than he could handle. Snarling with the ferocious need that owned him now, he pumped into her one last time and his orgasm boiled out of him in a scalding rush.
She collapsed atop him, a warm and pleasant weight on his chest as his body shuddered with aftershocks. He was still hard inside her, even after the staggering blast of his release.
Her fingers lightly caressed his bare chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. He sucked in a slow breath when he felt her lips press warm and wet at the base of his throat. His cock twitched reflexively, along with every nerve ending in his body.
He wanted to feel more than her kiss at his throat.
Holy fuck, he wanted it with a certainty he could not deny.
Brynne went utterly still now.
He knew she must sense the change in his body. Hell, she had to be able to hear the sudden throb of his pulse, hammering in anticipation—in need of what only she could give him.
She reared back, silent. Barely breathing.
Her hot amber gaze was filled with deep affection as she stared down at him. But he saw anguish there, too. And when her eyes drifted away from his face and down to the exposed column of his throat, he saw a longing in her that rattled him to the core.
She wanted this too.
She wanted him, in the same irrevocable way that he wanted her.
As a mate.
Bound together by blood.
When she would have retreated even further, Zael slowly shook his head. He reached up, sliding his palm to the back of her neck. Her pulse was racing, throbbing as heavily as his.
“Don’t run away from me now, Brynne. Come back here where you belong.”
She didn’t resist him as he pulled her to him and swallowed her broken moan with his kiss. Her fingers delved into his hair, clutching at him as their mouths came together in a heated, hungry joining.
The slight abrasion of her fangs against his tongue sent a current of white-hot need licking through every fiber of his being. He dragged her deeper, thrusting into her mouth as his cock began to thrust inside her sex.
She moved with him in an increasingly urgent rhythm, until they both were lost to the frenzy of their desire for each other.
And the deeper need that refused to be denied.
Brynne tore away from his kiss, breathless and panting, her eyes shining more fiercely than stars. Behind her parted lips, her fangs gleamed.
He smoothed his hands over her beautiful, transformed face. “You’re mine, Brynne. My blood already knows it. So does my heart.”
He tugged her down to him, and this time when their kiss ended, instead of pulling back, Brynne lowered her head to the side of his throat. Her tongue brushed like silk across his carotid.
Zael growled in response, his pulse hammering in permission and demand.
She answered with a pretty moan that vibrated straight into his marrow.
And then she closed her mouth over his vein and sank her fangs into his flesh.
CHAPTER 32
Brynne
