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She reached up, speared her fingers in his hair, gripped the silken strands and pulled his lips to hers.
“Prove it.”
She licked his lips then pushed her tongue past them as they parted—to argue or to kiss, she didn’t know, and she didn’t care. The mating hormone had been spilling into her system for hours, burning through her, lashing at the control she prided herself on.
She didn’t have to have control now. She didn’t have to wait or suffer in silence. This was her mate, and she was tired of waiting.
“Fuck!” Seth’s head jerked back, but she knew the heat was in him too. She had smelled it on him, she could taste it in his kiss.
“Yes, fuck,” she hissed. “Right here. Right now.”
She jerked his belt loose as he stared at her in surprise, and a second later had the zipper lo
wered. Before he could form the words she saw hovering on his lips, she had his cock free and she was on her knees.
She had been dying to taste him. For years she had dreamed of tasting him, of taking him with her mouth and her tongue, laving the mating hormone over the stiff flesh of his erection just to see the result.
“Oh hell, Dawn.” A strangled groan left his throat as she gripped the hardened shaft with both hands and her head lowered to consume the throbbing tip with her mouth.
Desperate fingers drove into her hair then. Seth’s fingers. They grabbed handfuls of hair and clenched, just enough. Just enough to prick at her scalp, but not enough to cause pain or fear. Just enough to make certain she didn’t release him.
She had no intention of releasing him. The taste of male lust and strength filled her mouth now, and she found she was a hungry woman. She might very well have found her favorite treat.
Treat nothing, this was a smorgasbord. A banquet of male flesh rising stiff and hot for her pleasure alone. Heavily veined, throbbing with desire, the thick crest dark and spilling precious drops of pre-cum, it filled her mouth, her senses and her desperate heart.
He was hers. She had waited ten years. Ten years to feel his touch and know his passion, and she would be damned if she would let him go now.
“Dawn, we need to talk.” Seth’s breathing was hard, sawing from his lungs as he groaned the words.
But he didn’t move his hands. He didn’t let go of her hair and he didn’t stop thrusting against her lips. They didn’t need to talk. They needed to touch. They needed to still this fire raging between them and burning through her defenses.
As she felt his cock head throb against her tongue, she tucked under the sensitive flesh beneath it and rolled her tongue against it before drawing back. Slowly, so slowly, staring up at him, seeing the glitter in his eyes, and knowing, feeling the certainty that he belonged to her.
He would never again lose the hormone that filled his blood now. He would never again walk away from her into the arms of another woman. He would never want to, even if he could. He was hers. It was there in his eyes, in his expression, in the muttered groans of pleasure and the hard hands in her hair.
He was her mate.
Seth couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling. Dawn’s mouth wrapped around the crest of his dick, sucking it into the hot cavern of her mouth, stroking it with her tongue.
The inexperienced caresses were hotter than anything he had ever known. Her pleasure in it, seeing it in her eyes, hearing it in her mewling little moans, was almost too much to bear. Because those moans were vibrating on his too-sensitive flesh, stabbing into his balls and nearly destroying his self-control.
There he stood in his fucking sitting room, his pants and underwear around his thighs, and her absorbed, passionate expression filling his gaze. Dark gold eyes gleamed in the dim light of the room; her face was flushed, her lips becoming swollen as he slowly fucked the hard flesh past her lips.
“I won’t last.” It was all he could do to breathe.
Heat was curling up his spine, building at the base of his neck. He could feel the warning tremors of his nearing release clenching his testicles. If he didn’t come soon, he wondered if he would die.
She moaned for him again. Half purr, half feminine hum of satisfaction and pleasure.
She was still dressed, for God’s sake, as was he. He wanted her naked. He wanted to watch her naked breasts rising and falling, see her nipples stiff and flushed. And he wanted to see her pussy. Wanted to see it slick and hot with her need, ready to take him as he worked every inch of his cock inside her.
“God, your mouth is hot,” he panted, unable to hold the words back as that heat, the sucking of her mouth and her sweet lips drove him insane with lust. “So sweet and hot, Dawn.”
He clenched his hands in her hair again, kneaded her scalp, felt the sweat dampen his back. She’d always done that to him, even before the mating heat began. Just being close to her, smelling the sweat scent of her, and he would sweat. Ache. She made him crazy for her then and she made him even crazier for her now.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do to touch her. No one he wouldn’t kill just to ensure that he held her in his life forever.
“Dawn.” He groaned her name, clenching his teeth as she licked and sucked and made him crazy with the need to come. “Let me have you.”
