Free Carinian's Seeker by T. J. Michaels

scent of your pussy. It calls to me, begs me to sink my tongue inside and feast on your dewy center. God, I want you so bad, baby, I can barely control myself.”
    When he returned to her mouth he dove right in and kissed the care right out of her head. The tickle of his teeth scraping back and forth along the sweat-slickened skin of her throat caused a delicious shiver to work its way through her body and infuse into his.
    He barely managed to maintain control over his body, but his fangs? Hell, there was no controlling them at all. They just plain wouldn’t listen to him and extended with a mind of their own. He hoped she wouldn’t notice the sharp incisors, because heaven help him, he couldn’t stop now. He felt her wonder at the pleasure-pain of the little scratches and revel in the ripples of pleasure they sent down her spine. Pleasure she wanted to experience again and again.
    “Is he…biting me? Mmm, I like it.”
    The second he heard those thoughts form in her head, Bix obliged and let his fangs scrape lightly across the column of her neck. Questing fingers slipped down to play in the close-cropped curls of her mound, then after a few torturous moments, drifted lower to skim over and around her clit. There was no ability to think at all now. The shared rush built and hummed, sending a blush from the cheeks of her face clear down to the cheeks of her ass.
    Bix chose that moment to push fully inside and settle to the hilt. The slick walls of her sheath were agonizingly tight around his hard cock. The pressure was exquisite, squeezing him on all sides of his staff until the blood pulsed through the veins twined around it. He gritted his teeth and forced his body to remain still to allow her a moment to get used to his girth.
    “Oh yes, this is what I want,” she crooned silently. His woman wanted to be full to bursting with his cock. To be well and truly sexed. Done up, done right. Heat ravaged his body where their skin touched, where he filled her. Shaking with urgency, Carin gasped roughly against his throat, pressing steamy, openmouthed kisses against his Adam’s apple as Bix swallowed convulsively. But the little knot at his throat was the only thing moving.
    “Bix,” she whispered against his skin, holding him tight, her arms and legs wrapped around his taut body. “Oh, Bix. Baby, please.”
    He didn’t reply. Couldn’t form the words against the barrage of sensation traveling from his cock to his brain, down to his toes and back. God, she felt so good stretched around his straining erection. His body was tense, every muscle tight. Sweat ran down the sides of his face to weave a trail of moisture down his neck and chest. The rocks of his biceps trembled with the effort of staying still. But he would cut off his arm before he hurt Carin.
    “Damn it, Bix. Move, please.”
    Instead he pressed his lips together and ground his back teeth.
    “Lord, if you didn’t move soon I’ll blow a gasket,” she yelled this time, urging him to stroke deep inside her body. Instead, he let her feel his need, his urgency, and the iron grip he exerted over himself to make sure this was enjoyable for her. She needed to understand how much her pleasure meant to him.
    Strong, warm fingers caressed his bulging arms and up to the solid, flexing pecs of his chest. Her fingers left little patterns in the sweat pouring over his skin. She pulled him down to her until her nipples stabbed into his chest, sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire torso. Suddenly, Carin stretched up as much as she was able and sank her teeth into his neck where the thick muscles met his shoulder.
    The second she clamped down on his neck a shaken growl made its way out of his throat and he threw his head back on a loud yell. Something primitive, primal snapped and sent him careening over the edge. She didn’t have the apparatus to pierce his skin, but the sensation of her biting, licking and sucking him in that sacred spot made him hotter ‘n