As he stroked her, a ragged groan tore from her lips before she cut it short. Unsatisfied, he added another finger, moaning against her as her body clenched down on his. As his hand moved, little noises escaped the back of her throat. Conall growled, pulling her closer to his face. Her body tensed and she began to shake
Vivienne groaned and whimpered, her hand leaving Conall’s head as she gripped the sheets.
“OhmyGod. OhmyGod.” She pressed her fist against her mouth and screamed, her body jerking rapidly as she came. Sliding his fingers from her, Conall flicked his tongue against her bud once more before he moved up her body.
***
When Vivienne opened her eyes next, he was staring down at her with those yellow eyes. His gaze was everywhere, on her lips, her breasts…. She moved her hands to his ass and gripped him tightly. His teeth snapped together, and she noticed his fangs were longer. Reaching up, she ran her tongue along them, feeling the pinch as they nicked her. She groaned when he fell onto her, kissing her deeply. His hands moved under her hips, lifting her. As his girth parted her, she gasped both in pain and pleasure, and promptly forgot how to breathe. Closing her eyes, Vivienne groaned and buried her face in his neck.
Conall held still for long moments, allowing her to adjust to him, before he began to move. As he slid back before coming into her again, Vivienne whimpered. He felt so good. His movements continued, strong, powerful thrusts that seemed to ingrain him into her body. When she began moving her hips for more, he lifted his head and stared down at her. His eyes shined brightly, yellow and fierce. As he held her gaze, Conall’s pace increased.
“Yes…yes!” It was intense, and fast, and Vivienne couldn’t be more turned on at that moment if she’d tried.
***
Feeling the overwhelming need to pull out and flip her over, Conall bit into his cheek, hoping that pain would keep him from taking her as he wished, and potentially hurting her in the process. The first time he’d taken her, he’d lost control, but his control before then had been much greater than it was now. If he lost it now, what was to prevent him from changing completely, and taking her despite protests?
Vivienne’s legs locked tightly about his waist, and before he knew what was happening, she was straddling him, riding him. Surprised, he stared up at her. She leaned down and licked his lips, moaning as her body continued its erotic dance. It was hard to believe that a few days ago she was an innocent. It was harder to believe she’d become so strong as to topple him.
Her body began to tremble, and he knew she was close. Pulling her head down, he kissed her, all the while pushing up against her.
Come with me. Her voice was an erotic breeze in his mind. She pulled away from his lips and kissed his neck.
Come with me, Conall.
Gripping her hips, he thrust hard. Vivienne bit into her lip, and Conall watched as a slight well of blood appeared. He caught the little drop in his mouth, and moaned. Like everything about her, her taste was addictive. He felt himself swell further. Her words, spoken directly into his mind, were turning out to be a potent aphrodisiac he could not ignore.
Yes…please. Just like that.
She clenched her muscles against him, and her hips bucked frantically. The trembling intensified and Conall’s own release was close. Vivienne pressed flat against him and nipped at his jaw, his chin, his neck.
With a deep growl, he bit down against her shoulder.
She cried out, and squirmed, but his arm closed about her waist. Her hips continued their wild dance, and then she surprised him even more. She bit him. Sharp teeth closed over a part of his shoulder.
Come—with—me. Yes. Come. Her body rippled around him, and she screamed into his shoulder.
Conall couldn’t stop his release if he tried. He buried his hand in her hair, tightened his hold on her shoulder, and did exactly as she commanded.
Chapter Eleven
It took long moments for her breathing to level, for her body to stop strumming like a violin being played by Conall’s agile fingers. That—was—intense. She’d only had two out-of-body experiences in her life, and both had been with the man lying next to her. The man she’d barely known for a few days, but knew so intimately well. Biting her lip, Vivienne darted a glance in his direction. Conall lay on his side, a muscular arm thrown across her middle, as he watched her.
Vivienne lifted her gaze to the ceiling. Could she deny him anything? She remembered her first encounter with him, running smack into him after being chased by Eli. She’d been partially correct about that creature chasing her. It hadn’t been a wolf. It had been a werewolf.