Daric’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #5)(14)
Author: J.S. Scott

She arched her neck as his teeth gripped the flimsy lace of her bra, ripping the garment from her body, freeing her br**sts to his gaze. His hands and mouth were there immediately, his large fingers cupping her br**sts as his thumbs circled her hard, sensitive ni**les. His tongue and teeth teased, alternating from one breast to another, making her core spasm with need, every inch of her body hypersensitive. “Please,” Hannah whimpered, desperate for Daric’s possession, her body aching to be taken.

“Mine. You’re so beautiful,” his voice was rough against her br**sts.

His touch continued down her body, Daric sliding to his knees as he touched and licked every inch of her skin. “Daric. I can’t. I need. I want.”

“You may want, but your need could never be as great as mine. You will come for me, Hannah,” he grunted, his fingers playing over the lace thong that barely covered her pu**y. Hannah shivered from the brush of his fingers on her pink, saturated flesh, as he hooked a finger under the material and tore it from her body, without her feeling even one tiny bit of pain.

His hands roamed over her ass as his tongue licked slowly up each of her thighs, making Hannah’s entire body thrash with erotic torture. “I can’t take anymore. Please.” She yanked at her hands frantically, needing a rough possession to satisfy the untamed desire battering at her body.

“You will take this.” Daric gripped her ass at he spoke, holding her in place. “I can smell your need, your arousal. You will come for me.” He sounded barely human, an animal wildness making his voice vibrate in something similar to a snarl.

Hannah could feel his hot breath wafting over her quivering pu**y. Her muscles tense, she waited, holding her breath.

She released her pent-up breath in something between a whimper and moan as his tongue finally touched her trembling flesh, pushing his way between the folds, seeking and devouring. He showed no mercy, and Hannah didn’t want any. Her arms secured, Daric pulled her legs up over his massive shoulders and buried his head between her thighs, his mouth and tongue all over her sensitive clit.

He took her weight like it was nothing, keeping her body supported, ensuring no tension on her restrained arms. All Hannah had to do was feel, and her body responded to his dominant, erotic touch with a relieved groan, her climax approaching like a speeding train.

He manipulated her clit with his mouth, his strong arms and hands holding her ass, squeezing it, bringing her core tighter against his mouth, and flicking her tender flesh harder.

“Yes. Please, Daric. Oh God.” His whiskers were abrasive against her tender thighs, another erotic sensation that blended with every touch of his tongue, driving her nearly insane.

A deep, reverberating sound left his lips, vibrating against her throbbing bud. Tilting her gaze downward, Hannah could see his dark head buried between her thighs, consuming her, the image so erotic that she pulled her eyes away and arched her back, her climax erupting with a force that made her scream. “Oh, my God. Daric. Daric. Daric.” She chanted his name like a mantra, unable to think, her whole body convulsing with the strength of the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced.

Daric stood, still holding the weight of her body as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her, stealing whatever breath that was left in her body, but she didn’t care. She could taste herself on his lips and her own primal urges rose up to meet his, desperate for him to take her.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he pushed her hair back from her face. “Now you have had a small taste of want and desire,” he whispered harshly. “Multiply it by a hundred and you might have an idea of how I feel.”

Hair cleared from her face, Hannah looked at Daric, initially startled by the wild, feral look on his face. As her gaze clashed with his, she found herself drowning in carnal need, swamped with erotic heat. “Take me now,” she answered, her voice low and trembling with urgency, with the painful ache to feel this man inside her.

“Tell me that you want me,” he rumbled, his expression dark and volatile.

Hannah knew he sensed her desperation, but some animalistic part of him wanted to hear it. “I want you, Daric. I ache for you. Only for you.” The words came out on a long moan. “Release me. Please.”

Her hands came loose and she wrapped them around his massive shoulders. “Now f**k me. Please.”

Daric lifted her ass, pinning her against the cool metal of the refrigerator. With one smooth thrust of his hips, he impaled her.

“Mine!” He released the word in a feral groan, his hands tightening on her ass, fusing them together tightly.

He was massive, but Hannah felt no pain, only a satisfying fullness and the incredible joy of being joined with him. “Yes,” she whispered in a husky voice, unable to form any other words.

“You belong to me, Hannah,” he grunted as he pulled out and thrust again, as though staking his claim.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Her mind screamed what her mouth could not. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hanging on as he pumped in and out of her slick channel, branding her again and again.

The joining was rough and primal, carnal and needy. Hannah reveled in the elemental fusing of their bodies, heat emanating from both of them in incendiary waves. She was lost in the pounding of Daric’s body, the flexing of his muscles as he pummeled into her, the stretching of the walls of her channel as she accepted his c**k inside her, over and over.

He caught her lips, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in the same rhythm as the phallus sinking into her repeatedly.

Daric’s overwhelming desire to bite her, to sink his fangs into the tender flesh of her neck inflamed her senses. Tearing her mouth from his, she begged, “Do it. I want you to. Please.” The carnality of the image of him sinking his teeth into her neck beckoned.

“Mine,” he snarled against the smooth flesh of her neck before sinking his fangs into her skin.

Daric’s reaction was so intense, so overwhelming, that Hannah didn’t even flinch at the initial strike piercing her skin. It was a mere pinch followed by such a surge of erotic pleasure that it had her imploding in his arms, so submerged in Daric that she could do nothing but spasm helplessly as she moaned, “Daric.”

He released her neck, licking at the wound, and then groaning fiercely as he buried himself inside her so deeply that Hannah wasn’t sure they would ever come apart again. Daric flooded her womb with his hot release, his massive body shuddering against her.

“Fuck!” The curse exploded from his mouth a moment before he teleported them to the bedroom.