Eyes on the Pride (Awakening Pride Book 8) (3 page)

She put her hands over his, sliding the one on her belly up until he cupped her breast. His thumb automatically brushed over her taut nipple. She slid the fingers of her other hand between his where it cupped her neck then dipped her chin, taking both of their thumbs into her mouth and sucking. Her tongue flicked around and over then slithered between. Calloway groaned, lifting her off her feet and stepping completely into the room. He kicked the door shut then strode toward the bed where he placed her on her feet and tugged his hands from her grip.

She turned to face him. She’d never wanted anyone, hell anything, as much as she wanted Calloway Meyer. He stepped toward her, and it took more thought than it should have to lift her hand, palm out. He stopped immediately, one brow lifting in silent question.

“I’m going to own you, as well, Calloway. Make no mistake. You will belong to me every bit as much as I do to you.”

“I already do,” he said, stepping into her and gripping her wrist. He rubbed her palm up and down his chest before pressing it over his heart. She felt the strong beat, and her pussy seemed to throb in unison. “You’ve owned me for the last four years. It’s past time I returned the favor.”

She braced herself as he stepped into her, his chest pressing against her palm. One big hand cupped her ass, lifting her into him as he dipped his head lower. She knew what he was offering, the kiss she’d craved for far too long. His lips molded to hers, pressing, brushing then coaxing until she whimpered, opening her mouth for the soothing rasp of his tongue. Instead of easing, he only stoked the flames higher, leaving her panting and on the edge when he broke the kiss and eased back.

“Mine,” he vowed, and she knew she’d never wanted to be anything as badly as she wanted to be just that. His.

Chapter Three

Calloway eyed the beauty before him. His. Darby Kline was his, from the glorious mane of her reddish brown curls to the tips of her boot-clad feet. She was so petite he was afraid his desire would break her if he didn’t gain some control. She might have known others before him, but none would compare to the unleashed passion of a shifter male, of her mate. He hadn’t been painting prose when he’d stated he would possess every part of her.

For four years, he’d managed to hold back the beast inside him. She might be a watcher, but he’d been the one trailing her every move, ensuring she remained safe. It had been pure hell denying his burning need for her. All of it had led them to this moment, this claiming.

He gave her a gentle push, already reaching for the hem of his shirt when her lush ass hit the mattress and she bounced before she clutched the comforter and held on as if her world was tilting. He planned to do more than tilt it. He’d send it spinning out of control.

She bit her bottom lip. The sight of those sharp points indenting her full lower lip made his cock twitch with the need to rub the same spot before sliding deep to fuck her mouth. Seemed like the perfect place to start. Darby on her knees taking his cock while he gripped her hair and held her where he wanted her. Then she could return the favor while he ate that delicious-smelling pussy over and over again. He could already feel her nails tickling his scalp, her hands switching between pulling his hair and working on smothering him between her creamy thighs. He was anticipating it.

He tossed his shirt aside and bent to jerk his boots off, tugging the socks after them so he stood in bare feet with nothing but his worn jeans keeping his eager cock from her gaze. He flicked the snap, and Darby licked her lips. He reached down, tucking his fingers between the sharp teeth of his zipper and the tender skin of his cock while he pulled it slowly down. He could tell she was holding her breath and found himself holding his, as well. His jeans fell open, but he still held his cock, his hand covering it from her greedy gaze.

She licked her lips again and slid from the bed to her knees, shuffling across the brief space between them until her breath blew across the back of his fingers. She gripped the denim and rolled it down his hips, pulling until his jeans were mid-thigh. She held them, leaned in and licked.

His breath released on a hiss. “Is this what you want?” He held out his cock, fingers wrapping the shaft, daring her to take the crowning tip in her mouth. Darby didn’t disappoint.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she flicked her tongue over him. She teased, darting all around without committing.

“Remember how much you like to tease when it’s my tongue on that sweet pussy,” he warned.

Those lush lips finally wrapped around him, latching tight while she sucked softly. He groaned, his hips canting forward, sliding more of his length in the warm depths of her mouth.

“God, yes.” He wrapped his free hand in her curls, cradling her head and encouraging her to match the rhythm he craved. She rubbed over his grip, and he slid her palm under his, wanting to feel nothing but her touch against his shaft. He curled his fingers over hers, helping her to stroke his cock while she continued working him with her mouth. Perfection. She was utter perfection, just as he’d known she would be.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he crooned as she bobbed on his dick. Her free hand slid lower, cupping his taut sac and giving it an experimental squeeze. “Not too hard. Easy.” He groaned again, unable to hold it back. The woman seemed to know exactly how to drive him over the edge. “I need to fuck your mouth.” He began a slow, steady thrusting, going to the top of her throat and forcing himself to stop before she could gag. “Sweet Jesus!” he cried as she forced him deeper on the next stroke, her throat closing around the swollen head and contracting. She gagged, her eyes watering as she fought her natural instinct and managed to keep him lodged.

He took over, his balls tingling as he drew closer to orgasm. He’d known it wouldn’t take long this first time, but he’d intended for it to last longer than the few minutes he’d been in her mouth. It sure didn’t bode well for the first time he filled her pussy with his length.

“I’m going to come,” he warned. “I want you to swallow every drop the same way I’m going to suck every drop of pussy juice from you.” He gripped her hair with both hands now, letting her work his dick the rest of the way to completion. His ass was flexed, both thighs like rocks as he reached for the promised pleasure. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling the strands, but he was incapable of relaxing his grip with orgasm hovering just out of reach. Then she moaned, the vibration traveling over the swollen head and down the shaft to settle in his balls.

“Darby,” he growled, rising slightly onto his toes, liking the way her head automatically angled to follow, elongating her throat and giving him one hell of a view. He was just pushing back between her lips when the first splash of cum left his cock. He rode it to the back of her throat, and another jet filled her. Her mouth worked, lips tight and tongue stroking as she milked the rest from him. Their gazes met as the scent of her release filled his nose. Sucking him off had brought Darby to orgasm, as well.

He eased down until his feet were flat once more, relaxed his grip, stroking his fingers through her strands, and still, she suckled him. He felt a smile tilt his lips, the first one he’d cracked since he’d seen her four years ago and decided he needed to wait to have her. Part of him knew she’d been worth every minute while the other howled at what they’d been denied all this time.

He tugged his cock from her lips, and she followed it with her tongue as if unwilling to release a favored treat. He wouldn’t mind being her preferred dessert as he had little doubt she’d be his. His mouth already watered, the scent of her climax teasing him. He tugged his pants back up but left his well-serviced cock untucked.

He held his palm out to her. “Stand up, baby, and let’s get these clothes off you.”

Her hand was so small in his, reminding him just how tiny she was compared to him. Christ, she had to be barely over five feet while he was a hulking behemoth just shy of six-and-half feet.

“Stop,” she whispered as she rose from the bed.

“Stop what?” he asked.

“Thinking I’m fragile,” she replied, her gaze daring him to try to say he hadn’t been thinking just that. “I’m small. I get that. But don’t ever make the mistake of thinking that makes me weak. I can handle you, Calloway. Every inch of you.” She reached up and wiped her mouth, a visual reminder of just how well she’d handled every inch of him.

“Naked, Darby,” he reminded her. “You robbed me of your first release. I want to feel your next orgasm with my tongue.”

Her eyelids drooped, color flushing her cheeks a warm shade of red. Shaking fingers found the hem of her shirt and eased it up, revealing creamy skin and black lace lifting the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. Her nipples were tight buds playing peak-a-boo with the brassiere. His mouth watered, eager to drop to his knees and suck. He held back though, afraid he’d end up ripping off the rest of her clothes in his haste to see, to taste and feel.

Her shirt was tossed aside, and the minx ran her palms over her cheeks, framing her face before sliding them lower, over her chest until she cupped her breasts and squeezed them together. His chest rumbled as he fought to stand back and watch, and a smile graced those well-fucked lips. He caught the slight snick as she released the front catch then bit by bit peeled off the lace. His turn to bite his lip as tight, pink nipples were revealed.

“Not yet,” she whispered, and he realized he’d taken a step toward her.

She moved quicker now, dropping down to remove her boots and socks then standing and shucking her jeans and panties with more speed than finesse. The striptease was done as the scent of her need saturated the air around them. His gaze dropped to her sex, a groan slipping out as he took in the bare flesh there. He saw the cream coating her lower lips, slicking her thighs.

He was on her in an instant, lifting her in his arms and carrying her the short distance to the bed. He was careful as he lay her down, stepping back only long enough to strip his jeans all the way off before joining her. He took her mouth again, the taste of his release on her tongue ramping up his desire. He hoped she’d find it just as appealing when his mouth was drenched in her flavor.

He eased from her lips, planting sucking kisses along her jaw then down the length of her neck and along the slope of her shoulder. Her nipples grazed his chest as he moved, the peaks teasing through the hair. The way she gripped his biceps, nails digging deep as she fought to lift herself higher into him, let him know how much she enjoyed the sensation. He continued lower, maneuvering his hips so they settled into the cradle of hers. Her juices slicked the flesh of his abdomen where he rubbed against her.

“Calloway.” His name was a sharp cry, almost as sharp as those blood-red nails of hers. She pressed her sex against him, rubbing and undulating up into him.

“Soon,” he promised and leaned down to run his tongue in a circle around her right nipple. The bud tightened further, the skin puckering and lifting in search of what he offered. He blew over it, circled again then moved over to the left. This time, he didn’t tease, instead latching on and sucking hard before nipping with his teeth.

Darby cried out, her thighs lifting and gripping his sides while her fingers tunneled into his hair, urging him to continue. He took deep pulls, nursing the nipple up against the roof of his mouth then scraping the underside with his teeth before sucking some more. He moved back to the right, treating it with the same roughness his mate seemed to crave and felt the proof of her approval as more cream slicked his belly.

With a harsh groan, he moved lower, nibbling across her quivering stomach until he reached the top of her folds. He spread her with two fingers, revealing her clitoris and lapping over it again and again. She cried out, thrashing under him, her hands falling to her sides and twisting in the covers. He flattened his tongue, rubbing the bud vigorously before wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly. He used his shoulders to keep her thighs spread wide. One hand spread over her center where his fingers kept her lips parted. The other hand slid lower, a finger gliding over her entrance before thrusting inside.

She cried out, her words incoherent, but he got the gist of it. She didn’t want him to stop, which was a good thing as he probably wouldn’t be able to until she’d come at least three times, maybe four. Fingers, tongue and dick. That’s what he’d told her, and he’d meant every word.

He introduced another finger, scissoring them in her channel, imagining how good his cock would feel with all that tight heat gripping it. He released her clit and ran his tongue between his fingers, fucking her with both. He felt her heels dig into the mattress and wasn’t surprised when she lifted her ass and pressed her pussy harder against his face. He kept his fingers buried, rubbing while his tongue worked in and out. He used the thumb of his other hand to press her clit, not letting up until she was coming.

Her juices spilled, dampening his chin as he tried to lick them all up. He pulled his fingers out and locked his lips around her opening, sucking in an attempt to prevent her cream from getting away. He laved and ate, finally gathering the excess on his finger and applying it to the puckered rosette of her anus. He rubbed, massaged and tapped before slipping just the tip of his thumb inside, and Darby came again. Her voice broke on a cry until only throaty moans sounded, and still, he devoured. She was like fine wine, sweet and heady, going to his head and making him feel drunk.

He rose over her, gliding up her body, cupping one leg behind her knee and lifting it with him. He slid his cock between her lips until it found her opening and lodged there, greedy to be inside. He held his breath, waiting for her to open her tightly shut eyes and look at him. Sweat coated his body, mixing with her release, so the room smelled of sex, musk and orgasms.

“Darby.” Her name was a harsh growl, all he could manage with his dick so close to nirvana.

Those glorious russet eyes blinked open, the color so deep they appeared more red than brown now. She released her death grip on the covers, curving her arms under his wide-spread arms and hooking them onto his shoulders. She tugged, and he lowered until her nipples pressed into his chest and their breaths mingled, lips mere inches apart.