Read Blood Rush (Blood Breed #2) Online

Authors: Jenika Snow

Tags: #M/F

Blood Rush (Blood Breed #2) (7 page)

Ah, Gods.
She wanted to see his fangs? His cock gave a mighty jerk, and he shifted on his feet uncomfortably. Her gaze flickered down to his crotch, which in turn made her cheeks a startling shade of red. His cock pulsed with need. Staring down at her, his gaze was riveted to the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her neck. He swallowed roughly and looked back into her eyes. He knew she could see the tips of his fangs, but he opened his mouth wider, obliging her and praying she didn’t run from him.

Kayla stood before him, her breath quickening. She lifted her hand, and he felt his heart beat faster, felt his palms start to sweat.

Oh, God. Is she going to touch them?
The very idea of her touching them, running her finger along the thick, pointed lengths had his cock seeping. She was clearly curious, not knowing that his fangs were sensitive, ultrasensitive. He might just come right in his slacks if she did.

Her pupils were dilated, and he could smell the sweet and intoxicating scent of her avidity.
Oh fuck,
she’s aroused.
He nearly groaned when she ran her finger along his bottom lip. He clenched his fists and prayed for strength. His cock throbbed, pulsed, ached, did everything imaginable as she tentatively touched him.

His lids dropped another inch as she ran the tip of her finger over one of his elongated fangs. It was almost a sensual caress. Her tongue slipped out and wetted her lips. She slowly leaned forward, and he tensed. The scent of her hunger, of her desire fueled his own and had him on the verge of groaning aloud. As she ran her finger up and down his fang, he saw how glossy her eyes were, saw how dilated her pupils were.

He noticed how her fingers shook a moment before she gasped and pulled her hand back. Glancing down at the finger she cradled, he saw the pearl-sized drop of blood welled at the tip. Her eyes flickered up briefly, but it was too late to hide his hunger for her. Ever so slowly, he licked his lips, tasted the addicting and potent flavor of her blood along his taste buds, and knew right then he had been right all along.

She was his Chosen, the one female that fate had decreed as his alone. He had always suspected as much because of the way she made him feel, so possessive, territorial, but now that he had confirmation, there would be no stopping the need to claim her, to protect her above all others, and to make her irrevocably his.

He captured her finger and brought it to his mouth, stopping just before he sucked it in. She didn’t stand a chance against his lust, not now that the need to claim her bounded through him.

Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were transfixed on his mouth. He swiped his tongue over the tip of her finger and closed his eyes. Her flavor was like an addicting drug,
his
addicting drug that he would never get enough of.

Sucking the rest of her finger into his mouth, Adrik couldn’t help but rub his tongue along the cut, healing it.

He took a step forward, just a small movement, but close enough that he could now feel her breath filtering along him. She took a step back, not because she feared him, but because she feared how she felt. He could tell that much just by her expression, just by the way her body reacted. The dance of steps continued until the back of her legs met the edge of his bed and she could go no farther. He needed to see her on his bed, wanted to see her small body spread out on his satin sheets like a goddess waiting to be ravished.

Seizing the opportunity, he dipped his head and took her lips in a possessive kiss. He slipped his tongue inside of her mouth and moved his hands behind her to unzip her dress. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, a sound of need and want. The noise of her zipper sliding down filled his senses and jacked up his lust. The dress dropped to the ground haphazardly.

He broke the kiss and took a step back, his gaze traveling down her body. His breath caught in his throat as he took in her glorious form. Her skin was a milky white, so tempting it made his mouth go dry. She was small and petite compared to him, so very feminine. At the center of her body, hidden by a scrap of lace, was her already wet pussy. He could smell her cream, a sweet aroma that called out the animal inside of him.

He could see the shadow of her cleft, the material of her panties barely covering the lips of her cunt. His cock demanded to be free. It throbbed insistently against his trousers. Swallowing, he ran his eyes up her flat, smooth stomach, over her tiny waist, and stopped at her breasts. She wore a lacy strapless bra, her nipples visible through the material, her areolas a dusky rose that had his tongue itching to run over them.

He fisted his hands, determined to show her he held a semblance of control. She was breathing heavily, and the scent of her heightened arousal was driving him mad with desire.

“Turn around, Kayla.” He recognized the uninhibited lust in his voice. Thankfully she didn’t argue, just did as he asked. The groan that left him was loud and husky. The G-string she wore slipped between her ass cheeks, the perfect twin globes plumped out and looking delectable.

He took those few extra steps toward her and stopped when he was only an inch behind her. He didn’t move, just ran his gaze along the slender column of her throat, down her creamy shoulder blades, and stopped at her tucked-in waist. He didn’t touch her, just let her body heat seep into him. Finally, he gave in to the need inside of him and lifted his hand. He ran his fingertips across her slender shoulder, and she made a small noise, almost a plea of wanton desire.

Adrik dipped his head and kissed the smooth, exposed skin. He gripped her tiny waist, gently flexing his fingers around the jutting bones of her hips and pulling her back against his stiff cock. He wanted her to know how turned on he was, how hard she made him. The moan that slipped from her lips was like a hot poker straight to his dick.

Turning her around, he immediately saw the dreamy look painting her expression. She twined her arms around his neck and lifted onto her toes to bring her lips flush with his. Using his upper body strength, he lowered her to the bed gently, never once breaking contact with her mouth.

Kayla was soft beneath him, exactly how he knew she would feel. Her breasts jutted up and pressed against his chest. She was soft and hot, molding against his hardness. Their tongues danced along each other, slow caresses that were unhurried, but thorough. He ran his fingers around the top of her G-string, teasing both of them with the promise of what was to come. As if she wanted him to do more, touch more, she did a slow grind of her pelvis. He growled in response.

Breaking the kiss, he dragged his lips down her jaw, over her collarbone, and stopped right where her breasts swelled over the top of the lacy material. “Do you want my mouth here, Kayla?” He blew a stream of hot air over a sheerly covered breast and watched with lust when the little nipple tightened. “Do you want me sucking this hard little pearl into my mouth?” He ran his finger across the turgid peak, and she arched her back.

“Yes.” The word wasn’t anything more than a needy whisper falling from her lips.

He latched on to the engorged tip through the lace of her bra, sucking and pulling at it until she was undulating beneath him. He moved to the other breast, teasing and tantalizing her until small mewling noises spilled from her.

Pulling back, he glanced down at her breasts. The material was wet from his mouth, darkening the fabric and making her areola more pronounced. He dipped his head once more to drag his tongue across the hard buds.

“Oh, Adrik, that feels so good.”

Pulling back slightly, he stared down at her with unrequited lust. She was spread out before him. Her skin was flushed a soft shade of pink, bringing his hunger for her closer to the surface. Her hair was mussed, and her lips were swollen and red from his kisses.

“You look so good, Kayla. So soft, beautiful.”

She smiled, just a small tilt of her lips that made her look sexy and wanton. “I want you, Adrik. I want you to make love to me.”

How long had he ached to hear those words come out of her mouth? How many years had he fantasized about what they were about to do? As he stared down at her, his cock straining against the fly of his pants, his heart swelling with love, he knew what he was doing wasn’t right. Her brother’s warning played in his mind, stern and fierce. He should listen to what Kaleb said. It would no doubt be better for all of them, but knowing she was his Chosen, knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her, made all rational thought leave him.

Her legs opened wider, her creamy thighs parting in invitation. The sweet scent of her pussy slammed straight into him and had his cock throbbing, straining for her. She arched her back, the sight snapping any kind of restraint he had. He moved between her thighs and latched his mouth on to her cunt, licking and nipping her flesh through the lace. She withered and moaned, stabbing her hands through his hair and pulling the strands. The sting from her nails fueled his hunger and had him sucking harder. He wanted, no,
needed
her to cum while his mouth was sucking at her pussy.

Gripping the top of her panties, he tore them away, the sound of fabric ripping almost lewd in nature. With the material now gone, he got an eyeful of her bare, smooth pussy. Her labia were pink and swollen from his mouth, pouty and enticing. She was so wet, her cream flowing out of her and making her pussy lips glisten.

He reached his finger out and ran the digit up and down the saturated flesh. “Do you want my tongue here, Kayla?” Glancing up at her, he slipped his finger down to her pussy hole and circled it. She didn’t speak, just groaned and nodded.

Moving in closer, the smell of her arousal was so intoxicating it caused his body to heat. He was primed for her, so ready to fuck her he could barely stand it. He placed his tongue at her core, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as her wetness tantalized his taste buds. Dragging his tongue up, he made sure to lick and tease her pussy lips before sucking her clit into his mouth. The small bud was hard and engorged, and he sucked with fervor, needing her to get off. Slipping a finger into her pussy, he continued to suck on her clit.

He started to thrust his hips into the mattress, needing pressure against his cock to relieve the ache. He teased her opening, never letting her clit leave his mouth as he slowly started to push the digit inside. The feel of his trousers against his dick was almost unbearable. The feeling of her cunt against his mouth, of her cream along his tongue, helped to relieve some of his discomfort. He started to dry hump the bed while he ate her pussy out.

Kayla breathed in rapid secession below him, her stomach hollowing out as she gripped his hair tighter and pulled. Slowly, gently, he pressed his finger into her pussy hole. He got to the first knuckle, her pussy so tight around his finger he knew it would be heaven once he finally sunk balls deep in her. He didn’t go much farther, just started a slow fuck with his finger that had her pussy juice spilling from her. Her fluid dripped down his hand, and he couldn’t help but let go of her clit and run his tongue over her hole that was filled with his finger.

She was close to coming, he could tell. She tugged harder on his hair, the sound of her pleasure becoming louder with each passing moment. Lifting his gaze, he stared at her breasts. Her back was arched, her breasts jutted out, the nipples straining against the material of her bra. The muscles around his finger started to squeeze, pulling the digit in farther. He claimed her clit again, sucking harder and faster, needing her to let go.

“Come for me, Kayla.”

 

 

Chapter 8

Kayla moaned as her orgasm tore through her. It was a never-ending crescendo of pleasure as Adrik continued to suck and nip at tender flesh. The finger buried in her pussy pumped in and out swiftly, but never gave her the depth she desperately needed. She could feel her inner walls squeeze his large finger, trying to draw it farther in, but not succeeding. As her climax slowly receded, little aftershocks of pleasure zinged through her, keeping her extremely aware of how he made her body feel.

Dropping her hands, she breathed out roughly, her body now coated in a light sheen of sweat. Kayla closed her eyes when she felt him move up her body. When she cracked her eyes open, she saw him staring right at her. She smiled and lifted her too-heavy arms and wrapped them around his neck. He slanted his lips over hers, and she tasted herself on him. The heat he had produced leading up to her orgasm had dimmed somewhat, but as he teased the inner recesses of her mouth, she felt that burn start to intensify again. The feel of his steel-hard erection digging into her throbbing pussy had her gasping in awareness. She was so sensitive, still filled with pleasure, that just the slightest touch from him felt incredible.

He broke the kiss and climbed off her.
This is it. All these years and I’m finally going to make love to Adrik.
He stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at her. The dim lighting illuminated every defined muscle of his body. Slowly, almost teasingly, he gripped his belt and slowly took it off. The button on his pants was next, and then the he started to pull down the zipper. Her eyes were riveted to the sight, the sound of the zipper slowly sliding down causing need to wash through her. He pushed the material to the floor, and she felt her eyes widen.

The first thing she realized was that he wore no underwear. The second thing was that he was hairless and his cock was monstrous. His shaft was long and thick, the head big and swollen and already seeping clear fluid from the tip. She couldn’t tear her gaze from the sight of all those powerful muscles and that cock as thick as her wrist.

“Oh, Kayla. I am going to make you feel so fucking good, baby.”

His language inflamed her. The heat in her body intensified as he crawled onto the bed, between her thighs. He settled between her legs, spreading them wider to accommodate his large body. She sucked in air when his shaft pressed against her pussy. The head of his cock was round and big and bumped her clit deliciously. Lifting her hand, she cupped his jaw and stared into his eyes.

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