Saving His Mate (A vampire-werewolf romance) (8 page)

“If you’re sure…” She trailed off as she started pressing buttons on one of the remote controls. Moments later a list of movies came up on the screen. “These are all in my queue. Some I’ve seen, others I’ve been waiting to watch.”

He laughed out loud as he scanned the selection. “They’re all vampire, werewolf or zombie movies.”

She grinned, taking his breath away. “I know. I watch the vamp and werewolf movies mainly because I think they’re more comedy than horror but I love zombie movies. And there’s a new television show about zombies I’m not caught up with this season. Totally my not-so-guilty pleasure.”

It struck him as funny that she enjoyed zombies. “You pick then.”

She didn’t argue, just chose the current season of the television show and settled back against the couch. The scent of her desire lingered in the air, subtle but strong enough that he had no doubt she wanted him. After what she’d been through though, he wanted to tread lightly.

“You might have to fill me in a little,” he said, scooting a couple inches closer after about ten minutes had passed. To his surprise, she subtly shifted closer, leaning toward him. But he didn’t want subtle. Taking a chance, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

In response she closed the last few inches between them and laid her head half on his shoulder, half on his chest as he pulled her close. She wrapped an arm around his waist and curled her body into his. The feel of her fingers gliding across his bare skin made him shudder.

Something warm and peaceful settled in his chest, the rightness of it taking him off guard. For the first time in his life he felt almost calm inside. Being in Margery’s presence had made something primal inside him flare to life, but this was different.

“His wife died,” she murmured, referring to the current male on the screen. Every few minutes she’d tell him things about the characters until eventually she stopped talking, her head and body completely going lax against him. He didn’t give a damn about the show, only that she was lying in his arms, relaxed and trusting. That surge of protectiveness rose up again, so strong he had to let out a deep breath to release the pressure building in his chest.

Considering what she’d been through at the hands of vampires—twice now—it said a lot for how much she trusted him to fall asleep in his arms. He knew enough about shifters that her wolf wouldn’t let her guard down unless she felt safe. The knowledge pleased him more than he imagined possible. It also helped solidify his intent to pursue her hard. If her wolf trusted him, he’d already overcome the biggest hurdle because he had no doubt the most female part of her wanted him. He planned to use that to his full advantage.

Pulling her tighter to him, he turned off the television and closed his eyes. Very soon he was going to have her underneath him, begging for more and shouting his name. He hadn’t thought he was tired, but sleep came fast, taking him under with dreams of a beautiful shifter with big eyes and full, kissable lips.

Chapter 7

Margery inhaled Rex’s masculine scent before she forced her eyes open. She wasn’t sure how long they’d been on the couch cuddled together but she guessed it must have been a few hours. She didn’t want to move, but she didn’t think she’d be able to go back to sleep draped across him. The only way she’d do that was if she put some distance between them. Otherwise she was far too tempted to start kissing and licking across his delectable chest. As she started to push up, his arm tightened around her, pulling her closer.

His eyes opened halfway, heavy-lidded with undeniable hunger as he watched her. “Where are you going?” he murmured, his sexy voice thick with sleep.

She started to tell him she was headed to bed but realized she didn’t want to go. At least not alone. It had been a long time since she’d been with anyone, but Rex had proved himself to be an honorable male, and he also made her hotter than any male ever had. Considering how at ease her wolf was with him, she decided to make herself completely vulnerable.

Moving quickly, she clutched his shoulder before she slid a leg over his waist and straddled him. He was already rock hard in his jeans, his erection pushing insistently at the juncture between her thighs.

He woke up completely, the lingering sleep fleeing in an instant. The soft glow to his eyes was intense. He watched her carefully as he slid his hands up her thighs. The feel of his hands skating over her bare legs made her shiver. She wanted to feel those long, callused fingers stroking everywhere, wanted to get lost in the pleasure she knew they could find with each other.

His hands stopped on her hips, flexing around her as if he thought she might try to leave. That definitely wasn’t happening. When he still didn’t say anything, just watched her, she figured she might have to make the first move. Something made her hesitate.

She’d told him that she didn’t want anything to do with vampires and even though things were different between them now, she wanted to put him at ease. And she really wanted to feel his mouth on her. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t known each other that long, her heart and body knew all they needed to about this male. And their joining was an eventual thing. She felt it bone deep and didn’t see the point in putting off the pleasure when she could take it now. More than anything she wanted her scent all over him, wanted every female to know that this male belonged to her. The possessiveness she experienced rattled her.

Before she could change her mind she tugged on the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. This was the clearest message she could send him.

The rush of air combined with the heated look he ran over her bare breasts, as if he’d physically caressed them, made her nipples tighten into hard points.

“I should ask if you’re sure about this, but…I’m a selfish bastard,” he muttered before crushing his mouth to hers.

The kiss took her off guard as he slanted his head and invaded her mouth with his tongue, moving on her with pure dominance. She clutched at his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into his hard flesh as he flicked his tongue against hers. She teased him right back, loving the give and take to their kiss.

There was nothing sweet about his kisses, they were demanding and a little unsteady. As if Rex wasn’t quite in control of himself. That was fine with her. She felt out of control too, the need building inside her a wonderful, unexpected and slightly scary thing.

She rubbed her bare breasts against his chest, shuddering at the feel of her nipples brushing against rock hard muscle. He was pure, ripped perfection. Seeing his naked torso was one thing, but feeling it against hers was heaven.

As she slid her hands down his muscular chest, tracing her fingers along the hard lines and striations of his powerful body, heat flooded between her thighs. Just feeling his strength made her inner walls tighten and her body light up with a need he had to scent.

When he groaned into her mouth she dug her fingers into his waist, holding tight to him. He rolled his hips against hers and before she realized what he intended, he’d flipped her onto her back, stretching out on top of her as he continued to stroke his tongue against hers. Anticipation hummed through her, an unsteady erratic lashing against her nerves.

Gently nipping her bottom lip between his teeth, he pulled back a fraction. “This doesn’t have to go beyond kissing.”

“I’ll kill you if it doesn’t,” she murmured, wanting everything he had to offer.

He laughed, the rich sound reverberating through her entire body, making all her nerve endings sing in the most wonderful awareness. “I’m so glad you said that.” He kissed along her jaw, cupping one of her breasts in his hand as he raked his fangs along the column of her neck.

She shuddered at the feel of his teeth, not out of fear, but a building need. She’d never thought to be turned on by a vampire like this but… “You can drink from me if you want.” She could feel that the poison was gone from her system or she wouldn’t have offered.

His big body jerked above hers and he drew his head back, looking down at her with bright, glowing eyes. Hers widened at the sight.

“You’re certain?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

She nodded, her nipples tightening even harder. The thought of him drinking from her was impossibly erotic. While she had no experience in that area something told her that Rex would make it very enjoyable. She squeezed her legs around his waist, rolling her hips against him. It was a little embarrassing how wet she was. She wanted her shorts and his jeans off so she could feel him hard and hot right where she needed him most.

“That turns you on.” It wasn’t exactly a question, that hoarseness still there, as if the truth stunned him.

It stunned her too, but she knew what she wanted. “What do you think?”

He was silent for a moment, his jaw tight as he appeared to try to find his voice. “Lift your hips,” he finally demanded.

She complied immediately as he leaned back, positioned perfectly between her legs. In seconds he’d removed her shorts and panties. The look on his face once she was bared to him made her feel worshipped. As if she was the only woman that mattered. The gleam of his fangs peeking out from his lips made him even hotter.

She wanted to reach out and touch him, to run her hands over every inch of his delectable body—and she really wanted to strip his pants off—but he looked as if he was walking a knife’s edge of control as he watched her.

His breathing was raspy and when he lifted one of her legs, he shuddered as he feathered kisses along her inner calf. Taking his time, he kissed and licked a path up one leg, stopping right at her upper thigh. High up, but not high enough to give her what she needed. What she craved. His warm breath teased her sensitive skin, ratcheting her need up higher.

She rolled her hips, trying to make her impatience known, but he just chuckled wickedly, knowing exactly what he was doing as he started on her other leg. Each time his fangs skimmed her skin, her inner walls clenched. And each time they did, Rex groaned as he scented her need.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered as he reached the top of her other thigh.

She wanted to respond but couldn’t get her voice to work. All she could do was tense with anticipation as she waited for him to kiss between her thighs. Thankfully he decided not to tease her any longer.

When he bent his head between her legs she slid her fingers through his short hair, clutching his head as his tongue flicked out against her clit.

The stroke was light, barely there and definitely not enough. She groaned in frustration and he let out another one of those wicked-sounding laughs. Her toes curled.

Spreading her thighs wider to give him more access, the coil of tension inside her snapped when he covered her wet pussy with his mouth. Teasing and stroking, his tongue lashed against her clit as he quickly found the rhythm she needed.

Without her having to tell him, he seemed to read her body expertly. When he slid two fingers inside her at once she jerked at the unexpected but welcome sensation. He pushed deep then withdrew them, excruciatingly slow, while his tongue continued the intense rhythm against her clit.

It was maddening and perfect at the same time. Unable to bite back her groan, she let go of any semblance of control. Her place was well insulated but it didn’t matter if anyone heard her. Hell, the entire condo could for all she cared. She wanted everyone to know this male was hers. “Rex.” She repeated his name as he continued pleasuring her. The more she said his name, the more worked up he seemed to get, his teasing strokes growing unsteady. “I’m close.”

With a growl, he buried his fingers deep inside her and tweaked her clit with his other hand, lightly rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger. She arched off the couch at the abrupt action as her climax slammed into her. The surge of pleasure battering all her nerve endings was too much. Her abdomen tightened and all her muscles pulled taut with need as she fell straight into the most perfect orgasm she’d ever experienced.

The little waves of pleasure kept flowing through her until she fell lax against the couch, her breathing harsh and her heartbeat uneven. “That was amazing.” She’d barely gotten the words out of her mouth before he’d moved with supernatural speed, covering her lips with his.

She loved the taste of her own pleasure on Rex’s lips, loved that he was now covered in her scent. Every female would know this male was hers, soothing her inner wolf immensely. Reaching between them she yanked at his jeans, nearly ripping the button out as she tugged it free. He helped her shove them down and off, kicking them free of the couch.

When he sat up, revealing every inch of himself, her mouth watered. She’d guessed he was big from the erection she’d felt but the sight of him made her lips curve up as she reached for his thick length.

He might not be a shifter but the male was pure alpha so she knew he’d want to be on top, something that was more than fine with her for now. She wanted to experience everything he had to offer and to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Soon this is going to be in my mouth,” she promised.

He let out a savage groan at her words before she guided him to her entrance. Now more than ever she was glad supernatural beings couldn’t carry diseases because she could feel him inside her with no barrier. His gaze was electric, giving her no doubt how much he wanted her as he slid deep inside her. The sensation of being filled by him stole her breath.