Daric’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #5)(21)
Author: J.S. Scott

He was on her immediately, scooping her up and dropping her onto the bed with a savage grunt. “Need to make you come. Make you f**king beg for it.”

Oh God, yes.

She was more than ready to beg, and he hadn’t even touched her. Her body burning hot, she undulated her hips. “Please.”

Kneeling between her thighs, Daric towered above her, emanating a raw strength and power that should have been terrifying to behold. But it wasn’t like that. Daric’s intensity was smoking hot, and Hannah trembled with eager anticipation as her hands flew above her head, held fast by invisible bonds.

“You will come for me now,” he grunted, his sculpted chest heaving.

Shit. I’ll probably explode the moment he touches me.

Hannah’s body was primed and ready, begging for his masterful touch. She moaned as he cupped her br**sts roughly, running his thumbs around her sensitive ni**les, bringing them to hardened peaks. He pinched them lightly, sending a jolt of electricity straight to the apex of her thighs. Her back arched, her arms pulling against her bonds as his hot mouth took the place of his fingers, biting gently and licking first one breast and then the other. “Please, Daric. Please,” she cried out, her entire body ready to ignite.

“You will tell me what you need.” Daric’s voice was hoarse as his mouth moved lower, his tongue bathing her with heat as it moved down her body, claiming it.

“You. Inside me. Now,” she whimpered, needing his huge, hungry c**k inside her, fusing them together, filling the yearning that was ready to consume her.

“No. You will come for me,” he demanded gutturally against the hot skin of her lower abdomen, as his scorching tongue glided farther south over her bare mound.

Oh, God. Hannah wasn’t sure she could live through the torment of Daric mastering her body. She lifted her hips with a strangled, tortured mewl, a sound of complete surrender and desperation as his tongue finally trailed over her wet folds.

“Yes. Yes, please. Now,” she pleaded, his tongue meandering over the sensitive, pink flesh, laving her from bottom to top again and again, teasing her sensitive clit with each pass.

He pushed her legs up and open wide, leaving her completely vulnerable to him, entirely at his mercy. “Mine. So wet and ready for me,” he growled against her pu**y as his mouth claimed her completely.

Daric feasted on Hannah with a wild abandon that nearly made her lose her mind. He was like a man possessed, his focus entirely on making her climax. Her body thrashed within the confines of his bindings, the feel of his mouth on her naked clit more sensation than she could handle, the tiny bundle of nerves throbbing with every touch of his tongue.

“Daric. I can’t stand it. I can’t,” she panted wildly as she closed her eyes, hearing every beat of her stuttering heart in her ears.

“Come for me.” The deep, reverberating sound vibrated through her core.

She flew apart with an agonized cry. “Daric.”

Molten heat flooded her body as her sheath contracted and released, quaking with the force of her climax.

Panting, her body drenched in sweat, Hannah opened her eyes and watched as Daric crawled up her body with the grace of a large cat stalking its prey.

Her pulse fluttered erratically as she looked at his face when it came level with hers, his eyes as wild as her heartbeat. His need slammed into her body and mind, a jumbled mess of emotions all tied to his urgency to mate.

“Mate with me, Daric. I need you,” she whispered in a breathless voice, her eyes pleading with him. He needed to join them, for his sake and for hers.

Pulses of energy emanated from his massive, sculpted body that was blanketing hers, and his eyes were nearly black with desire. She sighed with relief as her hands came loose and she was able to bring her palm to his tortured face, shivering as her hand met the rough stubble of his whiskers and fiery hot skin.

Daric shifted, bringing himself to his knees, every muscle in his body rippling with tension, catching her hand as he moved and placed it at her side. His fingers slid up her arm sensually, leaving a trail of fire as he moved to her upper arm, tracing his mark. “Mine,” he said possessively, his voice guttural and primitive.

“Yes,” she agreed, her core clenching with need at his caveman tone.

His brows drew together in a pensive, possessive stare as his fingers moved over and over the marking, as though his touch could brand her deeper. Hannah wanted to tell him that he already had her, heart and soul, so deeply that she could never get free.

“You will never be free. You’ll belong to me,” he said aloud, answering her thoughts as he moved his forearm to match their marks.

Before Hannah could form a reply, heat started to unfurl within her, a fire that scorched her from the inside out, making her release a primal groan. She flexed her hips, her groin grinding wildly against his rock hard cock.

Daric uttered the mating pledge in his native language while her body pulsed in response. Her mind might not understand the lyrical words, but her body responded with total comprehension. Head thrashing, she wrapped her legs around Daric’s waist as soon as the words were spoken. “Please. I need you inside me. Now.” Before I die of yearning.

Her breath hitched as she felt the head of his c**k against her moist heat, ready to join them.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Now.

Suddenly, Daric was buried to his balls in one powerful thrust, a forceful stroke that made Hannah gasp, her walls stretching to accept his length and girth, the joining causing so much ecstasy that she could barely breathe. Mindless, she urged him to move, digging her heels into his taut ass. Ignoring her silent plea for faster movement, Daric pulled almost entirely out of her, groaning as he buried himself slowly and deeply again, letting her tight channel close around his huge member.

“Tight, hot and wet for me,” he said forcefully, repeating the action again.

“Oh, God. Please f**k me, Daric.” All Hannah wanted was the rough pounding of that mammoth c**k inside her.

His hand fisted into her hair at the back of her head, holding her still while his mouth claimed hers, his c**k still buried deeply inside her. His tongue pillaged, owning her with urgent sweeps; fast, volatile movements that she desperately needed him to be making with his cock. She whimpered into his mouth, nearly sobbing with the desire for him to move within her, take her with the forceful strokes that he was applying to her mouth with his tongue.

Please, please. I need you.

Daric yanked his mouth from hers. “Fuck!” The curse left his mouth as though he were in pain. “Want you to burn for me like I burn for you. But I can’t take it anymore.”