Dark Cravings (4 page)

“You’re so fucking hot.” Hands buried in my hair, he
trailed his lips up my throat, nipped my chin and found my mouth.

Our lips fused. Tongues tangled. Clumsy and eager, we
pushed at each other’s clothing in a desperate rush to get undressed as quickly
as possible. My jacket hit the ground. His followed. I peeled his shirt over
his head and threw it.

Jesus, he was perfect. I ran my hands over the hard curve
of his shoulder, down to the tight muscles on his arms. His skin was smooth,
warm and I wanted more. He cupped the back of my head and deepened our kiss. In
every caress, I felt the urgency of his need. He rotated his hips and ground
his thick shaft against my center. Yes. This was what I needed. What I’d craved
since the moment we met.

“Tell me you want this,” Micah said.

I dug my fingers into his back and reveled in his hiss.
Scratching up, I drew my nails along his neck and threaded my fingers through
his hair. I tugged. His low moan was second only to the rich scent of his blood
wafting into the air. I met his gaze and pulled him to me for a kiss.

He nipped my bottom lip but held our mouths a hair’s
breadth away from touching. “Tell me, Ella.”

I traced my tongue across his lower lip. “I want you. I
want,” I slid my hand between us and cupped him, “your cock inside me.”

He held me close and backed away from the wall. Turning
with me in his arms, he set me on the closest surface. A small, round table. I
lifted my arms as he pulled both my shirt and sports bra over my head.

Micah stepped away and I had to clutch the edge of the
table to keep from pulling him to me. He ran his gaze over my breasts and
licked his lips. Using his knuckles, he drew a path between my cleavage that
had me arching my back in anticipation.

“Fucking beautiful.”

He flattened his hand and slid his palm around the back
of my rib cage, just barely grazing the underside of my breast. The distance
between us vanished. He tugged and flesh met flesh. With a hand on either side
of my face, he cupped my cheeks and slanted his mouth over mine.

Breaking our kiss, he thumbed my wet lip before pushing
me until I lay on the table. “I’m going to taste your pussy before I fuck you.
You’re mine, Ella. Anything I want, you’ll give it to me. I want your mouth,
I’ll take it. I want to slide my cock between your sweet tits, I’ll do it. When
I want to fuck your ass and come on your back, you’re going to let me. You know
why?”

My heart sped and my womb clenched. He tugged off first
one boot, then the other. Each heavy thud to the ground wound something tighter
inside me.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Why?”

The rough material of my pants slid down my thighs,
calves, fell to the ground. He stepped between my legs and shoved them open.

“Because you’re mine.”

He looked down at my lacy black thong before flicking his
gaze up to my face. Lust darkened his eyes. A sinful smirk curled his lips.
“Naughty girl.”

My thighs quivered. He snuck his finger under the thin
elastic ribbon on the side of my panties. Back and forth, he toyed with the
sensitive skin. He traced the edge of lace down, down, down to the barely there
crotch.

He yanked. Fabric ripped. My breath caught in my lungs
and instinct had me trying to close my legs. Rough hands spread me open and
Micah leaned over me, his jeans abrasive against my bared skin. He pinned me to
the table and the hot, wet trail of his tongue moved from my neck to the tip of
each nipple. His teeth closed around first one peak and then the other. He
sucked, licked, bit. Little nips of pain and pleasure brought me close to the
edge and I wondered if I’d come like this.

He moved down my body, licking, kissing and biting.
Claiming. The soft strands of his hair tickled my thighs when he knelt and positioned
himself at my core. He looked up at me. His eyes were full of feral hunger. He
oh so slowly brought his mouth to my center and I felt the growing heat of his
skin over me followed by the moist wash of his breath. I sucked in air as the
sharp prick of his beard stubble chafed my skin just milliseconds before his
tongue. I was so hot, so ready for him. At the first rough, wet touch of his
mouth against my clit, I climaxed with a shuddering scream. I clutched the edge
of the table and arched closer to the pleasure spiraling between my thighs.

Micah clutched me tighter, fingers bruising my thighs
where he held me still and flicked the point of his tongue over my sensitive
bundle of nerves. He moaned against me as if he couldn’t get enough.

“You taste incredible.” He freed one hand, thrust two
fingers deep into my pussy and twisted. “So goddamn tight.”

He curved his digits and tapped my G-spot while he used
his mouth to suck on my hard little nub. I poured into his mouth in a sharp cry
of ecstasy and Micah drank me in, consumed my essence, my power, my energy. Nothing
had ever felt as decadent as the hot, velvet slide of his tongue and the steady
in-and-out thrust of his fingers. The louder my moans of pleasure got, the
harder he worked to please me.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice was low and husky. He
circled my clit. Nipped. Sucked me.

I was so totally fucking his. The words were on the tip
of my tongue but some dark, shadowed part of my soul demanded more than words.

“Prove it,” I gasped and transferred my grip from the
table to his hair.

He withdrew from my pussy and his damp fingers trailed
down my thigh. His tongue traced the path. Hard, quick, painfully erotic, Micah
found the tender spot on my upper thigh and bit down.

The rusty scent of my blood filled the room and eclipsed
the musk of my arousal. Micah soothed the stinging wound with his tongue and
lapped at the blood trickling from his mark.
His mark.
Something unwound
from deep inside my core.

Energy danced around us, weaving a thin crimson cord from
me to him. I could almost see it shimmering in the air. Micah rose—tugged on
his jeans. The button popped free. The rasp of his zipper sounded.

His thick, hard cock sprang from the open V of his
Levi’s. A drop of pearly come leaked from the slit and I licked my lips. Our
eyes locked. Passion exploded. Lust like I’d never known flooded my already-saturated
system. My pussy clenched with need as he settled between my thighs. If he didn’t
fuck me in the next two seconds I was going to scream.

I didn’t need to wait. He grabbed his cock with one hand,
my hip with the other. He thrust inside and my body had no choice but to
stretch for him. To submit to him. Scalding heat pressed through my entire core
with his penetration. Micah cried out, raw and husky. The sound moved over me
like a crashing wave.

“Tight.” He pulled out. “Hot.” He plunged inside. “Wet.”
Out. “Fucking perfect.” In.

“Harder,” I moaned.

He bared his teeth and pounded into me without mercy.
Each thrust was painfully delicious. Nothing had ever been as right. I cried
out at the deep, resonating sensations throbbing through me.

“This pussy belongs to me.” His low, feral words spoken
into my ear sent shivers running down the length of my spine. He nipped the
side of my neck. “Say it.”

“No.”

He bit down, teeth sinking through skin. My body
convulsed as orgasm stole my breath and my sanity. Pleasure consumed me.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Yes,” I sobbed. “I’m yours.”

In one fluid move, he scooped me from the table and I had
only a second to wrap my legs around his waist to keep us connected. We tumbled
onto the bed. The fast, hard rhythm of his cock never ceased. I shoved his
jeans over his hips to his thighs and cupped the tight, round fullness of his
ass. My nails dug in and Micah growled.

He grabbed my wrists and brought my arms above my head.
His grip tightened with each push of his hips into mine. I lifted my head and
licked the blood dripping down his chin.

Micah’s eyes darkened even further. “Give me your mouth.”

And I did. Our lips crashed together. I moaned at the
combined taste of not only my blood but of the lingering sweetness of my pussy.
Every muscle in my body coiled tight and I tensed, teetering on the edge of
another climax.

The cord around us cinched tighter and some invisible
force moved over me, through me. In those few precious seconds I felt Micah,
sensed who he was, the pain, the loneliness, the need.

The hunting gene was in his blood, just as the huntress
was inside mine. We joined together, flowing in one smooth, connected line
until I could no longer keep it contained. The power spilled from us. Micah pulled
from my mouth and let go of my arms so he could lift my hips. The angle of
penetration changed and he filled me deeper, fucked me harder.

More. I needed so much more. I pushed my hands through
his sweat-damp hair and yanked his head to the side. Surging up as Micah pushed
into me, I sank my fangs deep into his neck. Hot, sweet, musky blood filled my
mouth and flowed down my throat.

We belonged to each other.

The last shield Micah held around him dissipated. The
intimacy of him fucking me into oblivion, of my teeth in his neck, wasn’t half
as potent as the insight I got into his mind. Buried inside me, Micah felt as
if he was safe, loved for the first time since finding his older sister’s
brutally ravaged body.

The emotions he tried so hard to bury oozed from the
festering hole in his heart and into me. Heat seared my shoulder, my breast. Crimson
ink blossomed under my skin like a bud unfurling into a beautiful flower. The
same red lines spread over Micah’s hip, curled down his abdomen to surround his
cock.

Our eyes met and we shared a single thought:
Mine.

He withdrew from my pussy with a gasping pant. His
glistening erection angled up, almost reaching his belly button. Before I could
protest, he flipped me onto my belly. I fisted the sheets as he pulled my hips
until my ass was in the air. Micah pressed two fingers inside my core before
pulling out to trace the rosette of my ass with his wet digits. He pushed his
cock back into my pussy in the same instant he pressed inside my dark passage
with his finger. I surged back onto both.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Micah moaned.

He fingered my anus while he fucked me, and the duel
sensations pushed me into a screaming orgasm. Micah thrust into me through it
all. One finger turned into two and then there were three stretching me,
filling me, preparing me for his claiming.

When I was ready, he moved his wet cock to my rear
entrance. The heat of his chest lined my back and his breath tickled my ear. He
cupped my marked breast and whispered, “You. Are. Mine.” He pushed past the
ring of muscles and finished his claiming.

The stretching burned in the best way possible. Pleasure
spread and my empty pussy clenched in the first spasms of climax. Micah must
have felt it because he groaned and started moving. Flesh slapped against flesh
and I came apart. Body, mind, soul, I was Micah’s and he was mine.

The memory of our first time together faded and, as if on
cue, the mark on my shoulder began to heat. Every bite, every scratch, began to
pulse. I traced my fingers over the lines of my tattoo, moved to my thigh, the
bite there. I touched each indent Micah’s teeth had left on my body. His gaze
followed my every exploration.

Micah met my eyes and we shared thought.

What did you do to me?
I asked without words.

His jaw tensed. “You think I’m a monster.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You were thinking it.”

Micah growled. The sound was a low, deep rumbling that tore
out my heart. The air around him shimmered like heat drifting off hot pavement.
He turned, too quick for me to see. He pounded his fist against the wall in
three tracing flashes I barely caught. His shouts of fury sounded over the
drywall raining to the floor.

He kicked the table I remembered him fucking me on. Wood
splintered. He ripped the mounted lamp out of the wall and threw it at the
picture across the room. Glass shattered and the broken pieces crashed to the
floor.

The noise, so loud in the quiet, brought a new bout of
tears. I’d started crying and now I couldn’t seem to stop. I let out a
hiccupping sob, desperate to regain control. Jesus, I felt so weak. I crossed
my arms over my chest, hugged myself tight. The recollections of what we’d done
and the dark, horrifying memories Micah held trapped inside him ripped me apart
and I couldn’t seem to put myself back together. It didn’t take a genius to
connect his sister’s death to our situation. Micah must have thought he’d raped
me.
He obviously had a different set of memories than I did.

Self-disgust filled his red-rimmed eyes. Through the
darkness, I watched crimson drops soak into the sheets from the splits in his
knuckles.

“I can’t be here,” he said.

Micah ripped the sheet across his lap and tucked it around
his body with angry jerks. He stood, sheet wrapped around him. He stalked to a
discarded pile of clothes that lay crumpled at the foot of the bed.

He forced a long-sleeved black shirt over his head. The
blood-filled gashes I’d made with my nails on his back vanished beneath the
cotton. Utterly silent, I watched him pull on his jeans, cover his eerily
beautiful tattoo and shove his feet into boots without bothering to lace them.
He walked to the door and pulled at the handle. The door opened and a rush of
cold, early morning air drew my hair across my shoulders.