He removed his clothing just as slowly as he had mine, standing on the side of the bed. His golden eyes devoured all of my skin on display, his chest heaving by the time he crawled over me.
I expected the soft touch. I shouldn’t have.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, his mouth landing on my neck.
I groaned in pleasure, “Godric.”
He nipped my neck softly, even while he kept his brutal hold on my hair. “You smell so damn good. Like home and sex and passion.”
“Cherries are better,” I moaned.
I ran my fingers down his flexing back muscles.
Godric chuckled and pressed his hard chest against mine. The heat from his skin was scorching, and the scent of him overrode thought. He ran his free hand down my side to pull my leg over his hip and ground his erection against my wet core, pressing against my clit with each thrust of his hips. His cock was soon coated in my wetness, and I trembled under him, wanting him now.
He moaned in pleasure, his fist tightening in my hair. His face lifted and hovered over mine, his breath fanning my face. Only pure carnal need etched his hard features as he touched his lips to mine, his tongue surging into my mouth, exploring his mate with abandon.
It was intoxicating.
I lifted my face up as much was allowed with his cruel grip in my hair, and shoved harder against his lips, craving the man who I was bound to forever.
The lion inside him growled, and he tipped his hips back, placing his cock at the entrance of my soaking core. Even while he ate at my mouth like he was starving, he pushed his cock inside me ever so slowly.
I rocked my hips, trying to get him inside me faster, needing to be filled and fucked with his large cock.
“So greedy,” he whispered, biting my jaw.
His hips pumped a little faster, almost all the way inside me. He was torturing and teasing me.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
He drew his hips back, retreating. Staying there.
“No,” I cried out, arching against his body.
He chuckled and thrust home with savage strength.
“Oh, yes!”
His teeth bit down on the side of my neck, and he pulled his hips back, only to slam back into me once more. Repeatedly, he pounded into my pussy, stretching me full of the most perfect cock in existence. He growled against my neck, his teeth biting harder, and his muscles bulging in exertion.
I gripped his shoulders and dug my fingernails into his skin, the wetness and heat of tiny drops of blood on my fingertips.
Godric shoved into my channel faster, his breath coming in hard pants against my neck. He released his bite and licked along my neck. His voice was breathless as he whispered, “My mate.”
I nodded my head, delirious with pleasure.
He slanted his hips, grinding against my clit with each plunge. His face lifted over mine, watching as the fever inside my veins started to boil. Sweat glistened on our skin. The slapping of our bodies joining was loud inside his bedroom.
“Godric,” I whispered, my mind tipping
“I’ve got you.” His lips kissed my cheek softly.
Jarring ecstasy slammed from within my body.
I shook with each pounding of the crashing waves.
My eyes locked with his as I sank into the warmth.
He shuddered over me, sinking his cock deep.
His teeth clenched with his climax. The muscles in his arms trembled, and his cock pumped his release inside my channel. His nostrils flared as he inhaled our scent together.
I jerked in aftershocks of tingling pleasure, and his large frame crashed down onto mine, his head hitting the pillow in the afterglow.
I angled my head against his, resting it there, and attempted to regain my breathing. I flexed my fingers, releasing the cutting hold I had on his shoulders. The tips of my fingers were red and damp with his blood.
I grinned and closed my eyes. “You’re good.”
His chest was still pumping heavily with much-needed oxygen, but it shook in humor as he laughed lightly, his words muffled against the pillow. “Thank you. So are you, pet.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Godric and I stepped off his private train in front of the Military House, just as Finn was hopping down from his own train.
Finn slapped Godric on the shoulder. “Have a good night?”
Godric flinched and glared.
Finn’s brows pulled together. He moved with inhuman speed and pulled the neck of Godric’s simple t-shirt to the side. The white-haired tiger stared at the little puncture wounds on Godric’s left shoulder.
“Cut it out,” Godric growled.
Finn snickered and fixed his friend’s shirt. “It looks like you did have a good night.”
We’d had an excellent night.
Shifters could go all night long.
“That is private,” Godric hissed and pulled my body against his side with his arm protective around my waist. “What we do in the bedroom is none of your damn business.”
Finn smirked. “You’re already possessive as hell.”
“She’s mine. End of story.”
My face heated with a pink blush. “Let’s just go inside. It’s chilly out this morning.”
Finn opened the gate to the Military House with a touch of his bracelet against the lock. “What are you guys doing here this morning, anyway?”
“Picking up my stuff. Why are you here?”
He chuckled. “Same reason.”
“I’m leaving mine here.” Godric shrugged. “They can donate it. I didn’t have anything of importance with me. Just clothes.”
“That’s very generous of you, kind leader.”
“Fuck off, Finn. It’s too damn earlier.”
He blinked. “You were up all night, weren’t you?”
Godric’s golden eyes speared his. “What did I just say about my sex life being private?”
Finn smirked. “It is so fun to tease you when you’re sleep deprived.”
“Well, stop it,” Godric groused.
“Okay…I bet you didn’t get the chance to snore.”
Godric’s fist shot out, punching his friend’s shoulder hard enough to knock him back a step. “Keep teasing. We’ll see who’s laughing at the end of the day.”