Free Shadowed (Dark Protectors) by Rebecca Zanetti Page B

her thighs, and he dipped lower.
    Instinct pushed her to struggle, but his hold was absolute. She couldn’t get away.
    His tongue licked into her, and she forgot all about getting away. But still, this was an arranged mating. He didn’t need to—
    “Ahh,” she moaned when his mouth found her clitoris. His tongue took over, moving and teasing with tiny flicks, so that her breath stopped.
    The need to arch into him made her back tremble, but he kept her immobile. Open to him—open to whatever he wanted to do to her. The thought sent a rush of fire beneath her skin.
    She swallowed and sucked in air. “Jase, this isn’t really necessary.” The words came out in pants.
    He lifted his head. “We’re mating, Bren. I plan to taste every single inch of you.” One finger slid between her swollen folds. His teeth scraped her thigh, and she had a second to clench before his deadly fangs plunged deep.
    She cried out, her body firing, her back arching.
    Dark pleasure coursed in her veins. Pleasure from him as he drank. He sealed the wound, and his short hair tickled her skin as he turned his head to kiss her mound. “You taste like honey and spice.” Then, rotating his finger, he sucked her clit into his mouth.
    She exploded.
    The orgasm flared through her with a burst of wild energy, cresting, and then rippling in waves. Sparks flashed behind her eyes. She rode the waves, her body jerking, her legs held open by his wide shoulders.
    Finally, with almost a sob, she came down. Her body relaxed into the bedspread.
    He released her, slowly moving up her torso. A rogue’s smile curved his lips. “We’re gonna have to do that again.”
    She shoved hair off her face and widened her knees. “My turn to play.” Grabbing his flanks, she caressed down to his butt. Firm and hard, his warm flesh filled her palms.
    He rested on his elbows and slowly slid the head of his cock inside her. She bit her lip as her body resisted his size. Pain and pleasure melded together. “I don’t know.”
    His lips brushed hers. “I do. You’ll take all of me.”
    The order loosened something inside her, and she willed her muscles to relax. Her nails bit into his biceps, and her thighs pressed against his hips.
    He slid out and then back in several times, finally filling her completely. Oh God. She couldn’t take it.
    Her whimper brought his focus to her eyes. Then his mouth took hers. Firm and absolute, he swept his tongue inside. Tingles of need filled her. The time for gentleness had passed, and he took what he wanted.
    Her body softened around him—accepted him. He tweaked her nipple, and she groaned. Pleasure and pain combined into an irresistible need to move. Her feet pressed onto his butt.
    He eased out and slammed back in. His groan coincided with her sigh. “Hold on, baby.” Manacling her hip, he began to plunge. He thrust hard and deep, holding her tight, controlling them both.
    She caressed the ridges and scars along his back, meeting his thrusts as much as possible.
    With a growl of her name, he pounded harder. Her internal walls flared with fire, and she gasped. Oh God.
    Scraping his teeth along her jugular, he sank his fangs deep. She cried out, her body instantly spasming in something too intense to be an orgasm. A flash of fire lit her butt, and she sucked in air. The waves rode her instead of the other way around, so she held on and just felt. Her body was plucked tight as a string as the sensation rippled through her. Finally, with a sob of his name, she went limp.
    His fangs retracted, and he ground against her as he came.
    He stopped moving. Still embedded in her balls-deep, he smoothed the hair from her face, his gaze a dark green and on hers. “Mine.”

Chapter 8
    J ase punched the bag with a hard rhythm, his feet dancing, his thoughts swirling. Skin split on his knuckles, so he hit harder. Heavy metal music blasted from a stereo in the corner, and he was the only person in the basement gym. Three downed punching bags