More Than Life (Arcane Crossbreeds) (7 page)

Breath heavy in his lungs, he blinked away the flickering thermal vision that flared with the mix of emotions rampaging through him. Her eyes, that pale blue ringed with a pulsing red, stared wide and terrified up at him.

Even with his humanity hanging by a frayed thread, he could easily feel her fear and confusion. Her hunger. All Drachon were psychic in some way, but his connection with Katya had always been strong. Now it was overwhelming.

He tried to push further into her mind. He wanted to merge completely. Craved it. With his attempt to enter her mind, her whole body responded. She arched and kicked her legs, each pant gusted hard through her parted lips. Fighting him. Continuing to test his strength.

Something base and violent roared inside him, and he pressed down over her, once again pinning her to the concrete with the weight of his body. She stilled, her face turned away. The thick mass of his dark hair hung down around his face, and he knew he had to look like a monster. He’d kept the harsher aspects of his nature from her over the past twenty years. Right now he had to be as raw as he was going to get, but he had to get into her, to connect. “Look at me.”

She tried to buck him off again, but he pressed her down with more force.

“Look at me.”

Her throat moved as she swallowed hard, and those thick pale lashes fluttered over her strange eyes.

“I can’t do this.” Her voice was a bare whisper, and her heart beat heavy against his chest. “I won’t let you break me.”

Raife felt his precarious discipline crumble as his cock throbbed with renewed hunger. Her heat burned through the material of his jeans, and he knew he was on the barest thread of a leash. He pressed harder against her, seeking a firmer touch. She’d marked him, initiated the fury. She’d started this. His dragon wanted nothing more than to complete it. Complete them.

Her groan was hungry, reverberating through him as she rocked her hips up against him in response. The hem of the lab coat rode up her thighs to pool at her waist. She was deliciously naked beneath the jacket – her thighs smooth and pale, her mound hairless. Another Drachon trait. The sight of it made blood surge mercilessly into his cock, the pressure behind his zipper nearly unbearable.

Raife reached down with one hand and unzipped his fly, a groan pushing out as his erection sprang free. Hard, heavy, and beating in tandem with every slam of his heart. At the feel of his naked flesh against hers, she bucked again, her thighs clenching together. His dragon twisted and writhed just beneath his skin. “Easy, baby. We need to finish this.”

The hunger and shame radiated from her body. It seared him. She was murmuring under her breath, rolling her head back on the concrete, unconsciously baring the pale column of her throat in surrender.

He watched in fascination at the gleaming, white teeth that lay beyond her flushed lips. They were slightly curved and looked lethally sharp. An image of him running the tip of his tongue over the length of those fangs suddenly lit up his brain, sending sparks of wicked sensation streaking through his body.

He was both enticed and repulsed at the same time. He’d never seen the trade tools of a bloodsucker this close up before, and he sure as hell had never been turned on by the idea. Yet this was Katya; she was his mate. The consuming wave that suddenly surged through his body was definitely arousal. Brutal, unrelenting arousal.

Raife leaned in closer to taste the warm gust of her breath. He wanted to touch his tongue to those fangs. Her aura licked over his skin like fire, and he wanted to press himself deeper into it, into her. She snapped her teeth at him, and he pulled back in surprise, a hum of energy surging over his skin as he looked down at her.

Fire seethed around her elongated pupils as the mating urge took over. Challenge sparked pure and fierce in her gaze, and she touched one fang with the tip of her pink tongue. Taunting him.

A shudder worked its way up his body, electricity crackling over his flesh, bringing with it the instinct to subdue. Holding her hands above her head, he let her feel the rumble of his possessive growl against her soft breasts and insinuated his knees between her legs, pushing them apart in triumph. Curling his hips into her, he bathed the length of his erection in that wet heat between her legs, rubbing himself over her. Her body quaked as the swollen head of his cock slid against her clit.

Raife closed his eyes when the pleasure spider-webbed through him like a strike of lightning. Son of a bitch, he was getting ready to lose what was left of his mind as the hunger of his dragon rumbled inside him, waiting for his control to crack. Not yet. He wanted to push her to the edge before he followed her over. Lifting just enough to look down at her, he bit into his bottom lip until the metallic taste of his blood filled his mouth.

Heavy-lidded, her desire almost luminescent in the shadows of the room, she raised her head to run her tongue over his lip. A low, keening sound escaped her parted lips, and she drew her knees up and planted her feet on the floor to gain leverage, to drag him deeper, her body sucking eagerly at him.

“Fuck, kitten.” The sharp bite of pleasure raked up his thighs and tightened in his balls. He threw his head back and groaned. “You’re killing me.”

Her frustrated cry was the only warning he got before she yanked him to her and sank her fangs into his neck. The crash of pain and pleasure was so violent his vision dimmed to darkness as a wave of rapture rolled over him. With a shout, he drove into her, feeling the taut flesh undulating around him as she adjusted to his girth. The pleasure was so sharp it was agonizing, keeping him suspended in the riptide of an unnatural orgasm.

Panic flooded him as his lungs seized, imprisoning the roar that built inside him, adding more pressure. He was disoriented, the sound of wet, mewling whimpers loud in his ears. He became aware of the feel of her lips drawing on his flesh as her body suckled his shaft with the deep contractions of her pussy, holding him at the peak.

He reached out and slammed her back to the cement, away from him. He was still hard, his erection pulsing deep inside her, despite the strength of his climax. She squirmed beneath him, her eyes bright and unfocused as her little pink tongue licked his essence from her lips.

“You wanted to mate,” she accused, lifting her head to nip at his chin.

Those exotically lethal fangs pressed into the ruby fullness of her bottom lip. Twin crimson drops beaded and drew his gaze, mesmerized him with the promise of her taste. His dragon responded, and he leaned down, sending pleasure rolling from where his dick shifted inside her to where his balls rested against the soft flesh of her ass. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips.

“Taste me, mate.”

Ah, fuck.
A shiver worked its way over his body. Lowering his head, he ran his tongue over her soft mouth, tasting her. Slightly metallic and totally sweet, like honey. Like Katya.

He growled, reveling in his measured, unhurried movements, savoring the feel of her slick, swollen tissue dragging against his throbbing shaft. Her skin was silky and moist beneath his roving hands, flushed with her arousal. He wanted to absorb her, draw her deep inside him. Protect her. She convulsed around him, and he needed more. More of her. All of her.

Taking her bottom lip between his teeth, he pulled and bit down. Her gasp heralded another sweet burst of her essence over his tongue. Their bodies were aligned, belly to belly, chest to chest. One heartbeat indistinguishable from the other.

She belonged to him.

The exhilaration of that thought had him rocking gently inside her, relishing her. He slipped his hands beneath her head, feeling the cool silk of her hair between his fingers as he lifted her swollen mouth to his. Not quite touching. He inhaled each wispy sigh, feeling the tenuous threads of a bond connect them.

He belonged to her.

One breath.

KATYA WAS FILLED with him, gasping in short bursts of air as he rocked inside her, the initial pain of his possession fading, leaving only the pressure of him buried so deeply. It was glorious. She
felt
glorious, yet anticipation sparked inside her. She knew she should put some distance between them before it was too late, but he filled her too completely, both in body and mind. She was too sated, the tight press of their bodies affording her the pleasure of feeling the muscles of his ass contracting rhythmically beneath her heels. She dug her nails into his back, tightening her body around him, rocking with him until she began to climax, her pussy constricting around him. Her moan was involuntary, sliding from her before she could control it.

His breath fanned her chin, and she drew him closer, clasping her arms and legs around him. She couldn’t let go, feared she would never be able to. Her entire body trembled, and she felt so vulnerable, like one wrong word would shatter her.

“Hold tight to me, kitten.” He reached up and swept her hair back off her face, the weight of his big body a comfort, grounding her. His eyes glowed bright amber, fathomless, and she couldn’t look away. “I’ve got you.”

She gave a soft keening cry as he pulled out of her body and then sank back in with aching deliberateness, nudging against the mouth of her womb. Icy flames burst through her and caressed her clit, yet she still felt…unsatisfied. Needy. The heat was building again, centering around where his cock filled her. It was going to start all over again.

Katya embedded her nails into the hard planes of his back and crossed her ankles over his spine. She couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get a deep enough touch. She wanted to crawl inside him, be a part of him. She just needed him deeper – in her body, in her mind. “It’s not enough.”

“No it’s not enough.”
His words brushed her mind, both easing her and driving her hunger higher. “
Not fucking nearly enough.”

Gripping her wrists, he trapped them on either side of her head as his hips began to move and his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. After the slow pace he’d kept before, she thrilled in this taking of her, this possession. She shouldn’t. It should frighten her being pinned to the floor, unable to move, unable to do anything but whimper into his mouth and accept the lightning streaking through her with every hard thrust.

Her orgasm shattered her, darkening the edges of her vision as she rippled around him. She fought that sweet darkness, wanting to see him, to sip the low groan from his lips and watch his eyes grow dark as his body tensed over her. He tightened his fingers around her wrists and dropped his forehead to hers. His hot seed bathed her insides, and she welcomed him, drawing him deeper with every drive of his hips against her. It was his mark on her.

Air pushed past her lips in uneven, shaky gasps, and she could feel her blood pounding hard through every part of her. Even her lips throbbed.

“So sweet.” His breath warmed her cheek and his tongue rimmed the corner of her mouth. “Again.”

“No more.” Katya gasped in denial even as her body was quickening again, that aching need building until she cried out. Every orgasm ratcheted her desire higher. His movements became more frantic, rougher. He pushed to his knees in a rush, and he ripped her lab coat back to bare her breasts.

His shoulder-length hair fell shaggy and wild around the stark angles of his face, his eyes glowing with a startling hunger as he stared down at her. It gave him a savage edge that startled her.

“Raife?” Even to her own ears, her voice was reedy and small.

“It’s going to get rough, kitten, but I’m here. I’ll take care of you.” He leaned down and laved one taut peak with his tongue before pulling it into the depths of his mouth. He visited the same treatment on her other breast before releasing it to sit up again and admire them with a deep, proprietary gaze.

“You belong to me.” He slid his hands over her body to palm her breasts. His voice was a delicious rasp, an extension of his touch, raising every nerve to hypersensitivity.

Katya opened her mouth, but a high keening came out instead of words as his fingers pinched her sensitive nipples, holding the pressure until she began to tremble. “
Raife, please.”

He closed his eyes with a guttural hum of satisfaction. “
I love the sound of your voice in my head.”
When he opened them, his golden depths were backlit with an unholy light that sent a throb of anticipation through her.

His grip was harsh, and he clenched his hands around her hips, jerking her ass higher into his lap. Her legs dangled on either side of his hips, and her shoulders barely brushed the floor. It left her with no control. For the first time since she’d come here, she wanted to surrender, to leave her fate in another’s hands. In Raife’s hands. She didn’t want to worry or plot or suspect. Just for now, she could let it all go, just let it go and feel.

The decadent scrape of his jeans on her thighs and ass drove her higher. The angle of his penetration hit a sweet spot deep inside her, and she couldn’t stop the moan that was ripped from deep within her.

“Hmmm, this is good,” he rumbled.

His hands clamped down on her hips as he rocked against her. Her body stretched tautly over his thighs and knees, her fingers clawing at the floor as pleasure careened wildly through her.

“Raife.” She was begging. She was begging, but she couldn’t make herself care. She needed more of this. More of him.

One of his large, rough hands reached up to pinch her nipple, and she cried out, her body jerking. The pain that streaked through her was so sweet. Sweet but not enough. She needed something more to propel her over the peak of pleasure she was suspended on.

“You are mine.”
His hand slid up her body, pausing with his fingers spread wide over the flat plane of her belly. The warmth of his hand on her flesh both soothed her and made the hunger expand, a sharp anticipation of what was coming.

Closing her eyes, Katya rolled her head back on the floor. The pressure was heavy, and it filled her; her pussy burned and contracted as he continued the leisurely rocking of his hips. He kept their bodies close, the stroke of his cock inside her small, precise, and steady. She wanted to scream. The build was excruciating. Too slow. Not enough.