Free PrimalHunger by Dawn Montgomery

her lips. “I can smell the
sweet scent of your pussy. Your taste is addictive, decadent.”
    She gasped and tugged against his hold. He could see
confusion in her gaze. “No time to think, sweetheart.” His hand ran down her
side to caress the underside of her breast. A calloused thumb brushed against
the tip. Her nipple hardened against his skin and her breathing grew shallow.
    He nuzzled her neck and scraped his teeth lightly down the
skin. She shivered delicately. Oh how he loved her sweet spots.
    “Your taste reminds me of summer rain.” He ground his cock
against the vee of her thighs, and soothed the sweet spot at the base of her
throat with his tongue.
    “Imagine my mouth on your pussy, sucking on that sweet,
little clit.” He bit the sensitive slope where neck met shoulder.
    That did it. She became a little wildcat, jerking her legs
from beneath him to wrap around his waist. Her mating change was an
aphrodisiac, dragging him under her spell. He rocked his hips against hers. Fuck. His cock ached to bury in her wet heat, and the soft fabric of her pants only
added to the building friction. She wrapped her legs tightly around him. The
heat of her pussy soaked through the cloth to his dick. Her broken moan nearly
undid him. Sweat formed on his already soaked skin.
    “Use all your senses, Desh’ra . Tell me what you hear,
what you feel. Taste how much I want you.”
    She dragged in a shaky breath. Her gaze grew unfocused, and
her pupils further dilated. “You taste of desert spice and heat.” She paused.
“All this is new to me.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “There’s too much to take
in. Everything is just…”
    Emotion tightened in his chest. The extrasensory perception
of his race had been a part of his heritage from birth. It never occurred to
him that it would frighten anyone, much less someone like Kendra. Her strength
was unparalleled if her records are anything to go by. Hell, he’d seen the
steel core of her determination. Not many would have risked so much for a
stranger. He hushed her and gently released her wrists. “It doesn’t have to
overwhelm.”
    He rolled over, pulling her against his chest. She
surrounded him, tucking her face against his bare chest. “Please don’t hide
your expressions from me.” He trailed his fingers down her cheek.
    “I can smell everything around me. My skin is so alive that
every touch sends pulses of intensity across my nerve endings.” She shivered
against him.
    He pulled her up until her head pillowed against his
shoulder, cursing in his head. If he had just taken the time to really take in
her scent, he would have noticed the strain of her emotions, the pungent aroma
of her fear. It was there, just barely noticeable beneath the rich, feminine
honey of her lust.
    “It’s terrifying the first time you fall into a mating
cycle.”
    “First! How many am I going to go through?” She sounded
panicked…and pissed. “I thought you said this wasn’t permanent.”
    He laughed and hugged her to him, choosing to ignore her
second statement. “Our people have a saying, ‘we mate as many as it takes to
get it right’.” Her light laugh loosened that knot of emotion threatening to
choke him. “The truth is, I don’t know.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her
head. “I’ve never heard of a non-Valorian female being affected by the hormone.
Are there some ties to the Valorian people in your bloodline?”
    Her scent changed slightly, and he noticed a bit more fear
coming through. “Not that I know of.” Her breath drifted across his chest. He
set aside her reaction to puzzle over later.
    “A Valorian doesn’t come into this change until the first
mating. The elders call it extrasensory perception. Whatever it’s called, I
remember it overwhelming me.” It chafed his pride to admit it, but he needed to
let her know. Hell, he wished someone had explained it more thoroughly to him.
Then things might not have turned out the way they had. His hands