He knelt back on his heels and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop to the blanket as well.
Gabrielle moved to unbutton the top of his jeans, and Luke’s sexy smirk had her smiling at her own bravado. She undid the top button and slowly pulled the zipper down, easing his pants over narrow hips and firm ass. As she pushed them toward his knees she leaned forward, circling his belly button with her tongue.
He chuckled, sliding a finger under her chin so she lifted her face. “There’s a much better way we can put that tongue of yours to use, love.”
Luke pushed his jeans the rest of the way to the ground along with his black boxer briefs. Gabby licked her lips. Prominent in a thick nest of dark curls, above his strong, muscled thighs, was his engorged sex. Long and thick, with corded veins that looked as though they might burst through his skin.
Fisting his shaft, she stroked his flesh. Slow and tight, then smooth and curved over his engorged head.
At Luke’s sharp intake, she raked her free hand down the length of his chest as she dipped her face to his cock.
She tasted of him, circling his head with strokes and quick darts, before running her tongue under his hard ridge. Luke moaned, and she sucked harder and deeper, taking him as fully into her mouth as she could.
He growled, fisting his hands in her hair, guiding her strokes. “Little witch, you are going to swallow more than a mouthful if you don’t stop.”
Pulling back, he grabbed her around her waist and kissed her with a hunger she had never felt from him before. He rumbled deep in the back of his throat with a sound that was almost feral.
Luke’s hand splayed across her bare stomach, and he caressed her skin with slow, delicate circles. He cupped her breast in his hand, rolling his thumb over her nipple, teasing.
Her breath caught at the friction, and he took the crested peak into his mouth, teasing the tender flesh with his teeth. Gabrielle arched into his mouth, sliding her own hand down her belly and into her waistband.
“No, you don’t.” Luke’s hand gripped her wrist, preventing her progress.
Slowly he slid his fingers past hers, gliding his tips beneath the stretchy fabric.
“Your sex is so smooth and slick.” He grazed her sensitive folds. “So swollen and—”
Gabrielle gasped.
“—dripping for me.” He spread her folds and slipped his fingers inside, curling them into her spot.
She arched her hips even more, grinding her slick cleft into his hand.
“Nearly there, love.”
She rode his hand as his thumb circled her clit. Teasing the sensitive nub until her fingers clutched at his neck with a strangled cry.
He kissed her hard, catching her lower lip in his teeth. “Come for me, love. You’re so fucking wet, but I want your tight shaft drenched so you take every inch I’m going to give.”
Luke’s words were a low, sexy growl. Raw and unfettered. His free hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. With a cry, her entire body tensed. Spasms rocked her body as she came. Luke held her tight, letting her hips roll as she rode his hand through every aftershock.
He pulled his fingers from her pants, licking each digit as she wiggled the clingy fabric over her hips and down her legs to the blanket. She tossed it to the pile with her shirt and her flip flops.
“On your knees, Gabrielle,” he said, watching her scramble to all fours. Gripping her hips, he spread her knees wider and then pulled her high and back, entering her with one hard thrust.
She cried out again as her body exploded, rocketing on contact, but he pulled out, teasing her swollen cleft with his rigid tip.
“You want it all, don’tcha?”
“Yes.”
He slid her long hair from her shoulder. “How badly do you want my inches, Gabrielle?”
“Luke! Damn you!”
He slipped his head into her tight, slick slit, but no more. “Tell me. What do you want?”
“Fuck me!”
“Is that all? Isn’t there anything else you want from me?”
She wanted everything from him. His body. His laugh. His gorgeous, crooked smile. His humor. His sweetness. His words…his love. HIM. She knew what he meant, and she was ready. She didn’t need time. She knew it from almost the very first.
“Take me, Luke. Claim me. Mark me. I will be your mate and your alpha female!”
He drove his cock balls deep and her hips met his, thrust for thrust. Their rhythm grew, and energy crackled around them. Luke struggled to maintain control, waiting for Gabrielle to crest once more.
She moaned, matching his tempo as they climbed, his fingers gripping her hips as he pounded her sex.
Her inner walls convulsed like never before, and she tossed her head with a cry. Her long hair fell across one shoulder and her back arched.
Throwing his head back, his canines elongated. Baring his teeth, he bit down on the soft flesh behind her shoulder, shuddering, emptying himself into her as her climax spiraled in time with his release.
Gabrielle gasped at the pain and pleasure coursing through every fiber. Colors burst behind her eyes and her body went boneless.
Heat engulfed them both, but not a scorching fever. A shimmering, delicious consciousness. Weightless yet anchored. Gabrielle felt his mind touch hers, and Luke feathered a kiss as their magic meshed and then separated again. They were two separate entities, bonded in one heart, and one life. Mated and fated.
Breath left both their bodies in a rush as the sensations ebbed. Luke kept his arm tight around her waist as he sealed the four puncture marks.
“You okay?” he asked, resting his head between her shoulder blades.
She slumped forward, taking him with her, but managed to crane her head
