Tempting Whispers: The Kategan Alphas 6 (14 page)

He smelled wonderful, fresh, and
masculine, like a real man. She held him to her breast as he flicked her nipple
and tugged it with lips and teeth. Every touch, every flick tightened something
deep and hot inside her, building it bigger and bigger until her hips couldn’t
keep still and she writhed above him, seeking. She was wet and needy, her sex
tickling to be touched.

Then, Brayden pulled back to slam his
mouth on hers with a growl that made her shiver. His hands settled on her bare
thighs then moved up, encasing her in their strength and heat. His fingers
enclosed over her bare ass and squeezed, eliciting a moan from her and a dark
sound from his chest. God, it all just felt so
good
. But she needed more
and now.

Apparently, he was right there with her,
because he pushed her back then tugged hard on her top. Her breasts spilled
free and his hands came up to grab them. Her head fell back on a moan. He didn’t
just grab, he created magic with his hands, rubbing and squeezing her until she
couldn’t breathe normal, might not ever breathe normal again.

“Take me out,” his deep, deep voice
commanded.

It took some effort, but she straightened
to look at him. It took even more strength to keep her eyes open. “What?” His
fingers caught her nipples and pinched. Her eyes fluttered closed on another
moan.

“Damn, you have great tits.” Then his
mouth covered her again. But his sucking ministrations didn’t last nearly so
long. He pulled back way too early, buried his forehead between the valley of
her breasts. “Fucking pull me out. I need to be in you.”

“What?” Comprehension slowly dawned.
“Oooh.” Her hands reached between them, then she cursed as she found a belt.
Who the fuck wore a belt nowadays. She couldn’t move fast enough. She was
panting hard when she finally opened his belt, then undid the button at his
slacks and tugged down the zipper. All the time, his hands never stayed still.
He squeezed a breast, massaged her bare ass cheek in a big hand and kissed his
way up to her neck.
Wow, that felt nice.
Her head fell to the side as
his teeth sank into the meat of her neck. A hot burst exploded inside her,
making her shiver hard. Then, she reached inside his slacks and found him.

Skin so hot he seemed to burn her hand,
and hard; so hard, that when she squeezed him in her fist it grew harder,
hotter. His lips trailed up then his tongue took her mouth, thrusting and
spinning her in a world of only pleasure, tastes, and touch. She pulled his
cock all the way out and trailed her hand up and down his length. Her eyes
squeezed tight and as she kissed him back, with the feel of his hands all over
her body; she mesmerized him. Mesmerized the way her fingers couldn’t close
around him, how he seemed to go up and up forever. How the tip of him was wet
from excitement; so wet, her core flooded in response. She couldn’t take it
anymore. She had to feel. Had to know.

With a hard push, she shoved him at the
shoulders. He moved back, his eyes wide with surprise. But she followed him
down as his back sank into the leather cushion and then she settled her hips
over him and pushed her sex against him. His length pushed down against his
slacks as she rubbed up his hard cock, wetting him and shivering as he bumped
and touched places that made her never want to stop, never want to come up from
this moment again. But then she tilted up and he bumped her entrance. For a
moment she froze, expecting him to just slam in, and a little unsure if she’d
like it or not.

But he didn’t, and she sighed back into
their wet, wild kiss again, tongues dueling and thrusting. She settled down
over him, letting the tip of him sink into her. She had to pull her mouth away.
Her head had to fall back as she just felt all the riotous sensations blazing
through her body. She clasped his shoulders and held on, the tremble in her
knees becoming worse as she held herself poised. His right hand seemed glued to
her ass and she loved, loved the way he stroked and kneaded it, like he couldn’t
get enough. She was about to slowly sink down on him, when his gravelly voice
stopped her.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She moaned and started to sink. He had
to fill her, had to or she’d died, she just knew it. The hand on her ass
tightened, keeping her from plummeting further. Her head shook side to side as
she fought him for it. She pushed down hard, but his single hand, the single strength
from his arm kept her at bay, like she was baby.

With a growl of her own, she flung her
head up and leveled her eyes on him, sure they were close to spitting fire. “What?”

His free hand cradled her jaw, his thumb
swiping over her lips. His eyelids were hooded, dark and sexy with passion. She
whimpered. “This changes everything.”

“I-I thought it was already changed.”

“This finalizes it. Understand?”

Either she moved or he’d just thrust the
barest inside her, because a moan bubbled out from her making her nails curl
into his muscles. God, she wished his shirt was off; she wanted to feel that
hot bare skin under her hands.

“No, I don’t know, maybe. Yes! Whatever
the answer is!” Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking. She trembled on a fine line, so
close to what she needed. If only he’d stop talking and let her
finish
this! She squeezed her eyes shut to focus on the intense throbbing inside her.

“You stopped looking at me, Vanessa.
Look at me.”

It took some effort, but she forced her
eyes back open. “What do you want from me?”

His hand curled around her head, brought
her closer. “Everything.”

That was all? “Fine, fine, you got it. I
promise!”

His eyes closed and a look close to
pleasure filled his face. He leaned back as his hand left her jaw, cupped her
neck in a touch the made her heart hammer wildly, then he slowly trailed it
down her chest to cup a breast again. She hesitated a moment, but then pressure
built at her nipple as he pinched it, gathering all sorts of hot pleasure in
that one little spot.

“Aah!” she cried out. She needed the
pleasure to release somehow, someway, so she sank slowly down his swollen cock
in a wet glide. He filled her, then filled her more, and it kept going until he
bumped some spot in her she’d never felt. “Oh, fucking God, in hell, this is
amazing!”

She couldn’t keep the words from coming.
She had no idea what was even leaving her mouth. She just knew that he spread
her wide and filled her deep like nothing before, and she couldn’t stop moving.
Not that she wanted to. No, she buried her lips at his neck, sucking on the hot
flesh there as she rocked up and down the hard shaft inside her.

“Oooh,
God!
”

How did it feel so good? How did it make
her shiver and everything inside her pull tight, hard, and hot? How could
people not want to do this all the time?

She started bouncing on him, feeling the
drag of her flesh over him, the hard spearing sensation as he was thrust into
her. His hands caressed her ass, his touch almost reverent, almost possessive
as she rode him harder, faster. She speared him through her quivering wetness
again and again. His breathing grew louder, harsher and something great was
about to happen, because she was right there with him.

She tried to keep her mouth sealed to
his neck, but then she had no outlet to release the steam building up inside
her. So she just squeezed her arms tight around him and rode and rode as cries
and sounds she’d never made before came from her. Her entire body flushed hot, like
the sun beat down on her, sweat dampening her skin, and she didn’t care,
because he whispered to her, because his touch urged her on. Because he wanted
her as much as she wanted him.

The bubble of pleasure expanded deep
inside her each time he filled her, every movement she made to move faster.
Then, something amazing happened.

Brayden shouted a hoarse, growling cry.
His arms wrapped around her waist squeezing tight, nearly strangling the air
from her, and then he thrust up into her and a hot gush of liquid filled her.
She moaned with him, her hips writhing with need. His choppy breathing pushed
her hair off her shoulder. A flood of liquid escaped her sex. His pleasure. A
part of her wanted to laugh giddily, to kiss him madly, but one pervading need
toppled all those. That need kept her at the top of a precipice, trembling
eagerly for the little push she stilled needed to jump.

She did a tentative wiggle and still
found him hard and lodged deep inside her. His breathing came under control and
she rubbed her cheek across his until their lips met. Then she got busy kissing
him as her hips wiggled. A little push forward, a little push back. Her breath
caught. The sensitive bundle of nerves rubbed against his pants, teasing her,
sending electric jolts through her body. She moved faster over him.

Then tore her mouth away. “Oh God, I can’t
breathe.” She couldn’t. She could only pant like some kind of dog. But as she
worked faster, his hard cock still planted firmly inside her, his release
mixing with hers, the erotic sensations bloomed hard and fast. One second she
was humping him, urging her body to feel the same release he did, then the next,
her head shot back and a scream unlike anything she’d ever made came from her
own throat.

Her entire body seized up, then quaked.
Hot liquid burst inside her. Her skin seemed to explode from her and then come
back in a sweeping glide. She held on to him for dear life.

After it was over, she felt completely
depleted, like she could sleep for a whole day, maybe longer. A goofy grin
covered her face and she couldn’t make it go away.

“Ah, fuck,” he cursed.

That sound broke through her dream-like
reverie. Her eyes opened as she sensed movement. Then her back hit the bottom
of the couch and Brayden lay atop her. The look on his face is one she’d never
forget—utterly lost to passion, uncontrollable. He maneuvered her below him without
slipping his cock from her. And once he had her there, his mouth slanted over
hers and his hips worked hard and fast.

Oh, God.
No way!
The pleasure
built up again. His big body caged her in making her belly tighten in a gleeful
way. He took her hard, his hips working doubletime. How could the man even have
stamina left? The question was fleeting as he reached between them. A finger
stroked across her sensitive bud and everything tensed. She swore even her hair
straightened.

Her sex felt so tight around him, even
with all the wetness surrounding him. Her legs flexed then clamped around his
thighs, threading them together. Still, he kissed her. It went on and on, his
tongue thrusting in time to his cock. She moaned around him as he wiggled his
finger faster. Then her breath caught and a strangled cry came somewhere from
deep within her chest.

He pulled away from the kiss just in
time for her to let the growling sound out. Her arms banded around him and then
her body shook. Deep pleasure, white-hot, exploded inside her. She came around
him in a quivering, panting, shouting mess, but he was right there with her.
His arm caged her in, his lips found her neck, his hot breath blowing hard
across her sweat-slicked skin, and then he thrust hard. He barely made it six
more thrusts before he jabbed deep and held himself there. His arm shook next
to her. Hot liquid gushed inside her and she wiggled against him. The fact that
she, a young nobody with nothing really going for her, did that to him made her
smile.

He pulled out slowly, then
half-collapsed on top of her. He kept most of his weight on his arms and legs,
but she felt the tremble in them transfer to the couch.

She knew her smile was lazy as she
looked up at him. “Wow.”

His chest jerked, as if he laughed, but
no sound came. Then his eyes turned serious. A chill seemed to breeze through
the room though no windows were open. She suddenly wanted to cover up and put
her clothes on, wipe away the reminder between her legs.

“I take promises very seriously.”

The chill left just as quickly. “Okay.”
She blinked. He blinked. Then he lowered his head and kissed her softly,
gently, just lips and no tongue. He moved them around until he had her curled
up against him. His arm wrapped across her waist, his hand flat on her stomach.
His heat and scent enveloped her. She liked it so much her heart seemed to
expand in her chest, growing bigger than she could take.

After a while, when her body had cooled
and breathing became normal she asked, “Aren’t we leaving tonight?”

“Fuck if I’m going anywhere after that.”
His voice sounded deep and husky, like he’d been half-asleep.

She laughed and smiled until her cheeks
hurt, then fell asleep in his arms.

Chapter 12

They were in the car and headed to
Dmetri’s the following morning. What they’d done last night clung to her skin
and thoughts like glue. A part of her almost wished she could forget it, but
she’d have better luck trying to forget ever being mated—yeah, right. Then the
other part of her really didn’t want to forget it. Not at all, not ever.
Something had happen between them last night. They’d shared something that was
more than physical. She just didn’t quite know what it was yet.