Blood Ties (Book 3 of The Blood Bond Series)

25. Soar

The first touch of his tongue nearly sent her flying. Every part of her skin seemed overly sensitive, and she wanted to both melt and soar. It was unusual, because she couldn't think anything was better than this, though from hearing Adam speak of it, sex as mates was more intense, completely overpowering, because she'd be in a different mental state when she felt the full bond between mates. If it was in any way than this, she might lift right up to heaven and never want to come back down.

How did one crave someone else's touch this much? The need to be handled, both firm and soft, was maddening, and she felt his fingers dig into her skin to the point she might be bruised in the morning.

It would be worth it.

Every nerve synapse fired up, and she felt a flash of heat rise from within until it consumed her like flames, hot, harsh, and threatening to burn her entirely to the ground.

A shiver rocked through her, and her hands came out to fist into his hair, threading between his silky locks. She could feel his groan through his scalp, and it vibrated against her fingers, making her back arch as he sucked on her greedily. He lashed a tongue against her. Once. Twice, using his teeth just slightly to give her an edge until she bit into her lip before nibbling the pain away.

"Adam—oh, fuck!" She was glad Charlie was gone, at least for the night. She couldn't make her voice get any lower, and with every stroke of his tongue, he was winding her higher, making her heart race in her chest, her pulse thrumming to life until she was nearly spinning out of her head with her impending release.

Then his touch was gone from where she needed it most. He nibbled on the tendon at the juncture of her thigh, and she wanted to pull him back, get his tongue and mouth on her pussy again. She ached for the desire to build and retreat, rise and fall back—orgasm after blessed orgasm. She didn't want there to be an end to this pleasure.

"Not yet," he crooned, his lips passing over her skin until he bit hard at the meat of her thigh. "I want to bring you higher, make you feel what it will be like every single time I claim you as mine after we're mated. It will be so much better than this, so it's fortunate you don't have the need to breathe when you are made vampire. It's merely a habit and the born-vampire's way of taking in tastes and smell. You breathe now because you have to. We do it because it is part of our defense mechanisms."

His tongue licked over her, and she stopped breathing, wanting this moment to pass quickly, the restraint in her nearly depleted.

"Please..." She whispered it, begging for relief.

"Soon."

She choked on air, brought a full lungful of oxygen into her body and quaked with the need for more. More everything, because she was desperate for his touch, and shameless about it.

He licked her everywhere, savoring her skin and lapping up her sweetness, both bringing her flavor onto his tongue so it was all he would taste, and giving her his scent. Without completely having her, this was the best he could think to do, not that she was going to complain. She wanted it, and he tried to give her everything—always would.

Soon, he was back on her pussy, lashing hard or teasing her with the slow circle of his tongue on her, sending her up and flying high, or clawing at his shoulders and head in desperation. His hard skin was impenetrable, but he liked the touch of her on him and would never push her hands away.

"More, Quinn. Fuck, I want more of you. Come for me."

She did at his command, loud but hard, and both soft and sweet. It was the most magnificent thing he'd ever witnessed up until now, and he watched her body seize and break apart, her mouth open in a loud cry as muscles clenched and released in a rhythm that was both new and old.