Chapter Eight

He stroked in and out—once, twice, three times. Angel mewled like a sexy kitten and rocked, forcing his fingers deeper. After the third thrust, Raul withdrew his hand and licked his fingers, ignoring Angel’s groaning protest. He ripped her panties off, startling a soft shriek out of her and after lifting her by the hips, buried his face between her legs. Using his teeth, tongue, and lips, he pleasured her into a screaming orgasm.

Only when his face was shiny with her juices did he relent, lowering her body until her knees once more touched the floor. His gaze flowed from the shiny pink folds of her sex, followed the elegant curve of her spine to her slender nape, and focused on the flushed features of her profile.

His cock throbbed in tune with the blood pounding through his veins. Raul wrestled with his belt and zipper, loosening both so he could shove his jeans down his thighs enough for his penis to spring free. How he wanted her. Both wolf and man wanted to mount Angel, cover her body with his as he hammered into her long and deep and sank his canines into the muscle between her shoulder and neck.

While he considered Angel his, he’d never fully mated with her in the shifter way by locking his teeth in her flesh and feeling her blood gush in his mouth. Instead he’d pacified his wolf by covering her with his scent and scraping his canines along the tender sweet spot where her shoulder met her neck. Next month on Angel’s birthday he planned to replace the engagement ring on her finger with a wedding ring—a tangible mark for humans to see exactly to whom she belonged.

The temptation to complete the bond by fully mating with her was so strong, once again Raul felt himself fighting with his beast. For whatever reason, she’d actually left them. A reckoning was coming, but not now. Allowing the wolf out would be detrimental to what he was trying to accomplish at the moment—reclaiming his mate. To avoid that particular temptation, he gently rolled her onto her back.

Angel lay arms spread, eyes closed, breathing hard. Raul lifted her left foot, brought it to his mouth and kissed the arch, then satisfied the urging of his wolf by biting down with his teeth, smiling when she gasped. He pressed his lips to her anklebone, and while scooting forward on his knees, worked his mouth down her calf in nibbling bites.

Moving slow to give her muscles plenty of time to stretch, he straddled her left leg while pressing back on her right until her legs formed an L.

She rose up on her elbows. “Raul, you have me pinned. I can’t move.”

“I don’t want you to. Let me love you, baby,” he cajoled.

“B-but…”

Raul stopped her complaining by stroking her clit with the pad of his thumb. Her eyes glazed, and her toes curled. He did it again, and she moaned. By the fourth stroke, she’d surrendered and once more lay flat on the carpet, fingers digging into the fibers.

In this position, neither one of them had a wide range of movement. Angel couldn’t use any of her Cosmo tricks to incite his lust, and he couldn’t rut on her the way his beast demanded. More importantly, with him on his knees with his thighs spread wide and Angel flat on her back, Raul couldn’t get at her throat, not without causing one or both of them serious discomfort.

He strummed her sensitive bundle of nerves, his gaze fixed on her passion-reddened face. Black eyes heavy-lidded, rosy mouth slightly gaped, she panted soft little breaths of air. He loved seeing her like this.

“Raul…”

“Yes?”

“Come to me,” she pleaded. She ran the tip of her tongue around her lips—those full, moist lips he wanted to feel wrapped around his cock. “Come into me. It’s been so long. I feel so empty.”

This time it was he who shuddered. “God, yes,” he agreed, his voice reverent.

He angled his cock toward her opening. When the head of his penis was lodged between her dewy nether lips, he slowly penetrated her sheath, inch by delectable inch until he was fully embedded.

“Ooooh, you feel so goooood,” she groaned.

Raul paused and took a deep, calming breath. Slow, he had to go slow, he reminded himself. Then he made the mistake of glancing down to where Angel surrounded him. His balls tightened dangerously, warning him this all might be over before it had a chance to fully begin.

He threw back his head and gritted his teeth, calling on every ounce of his flagging control. Angel’s cunt tightened around him, and his hips jerked. “Shit!”

“You like?” she asked in an angelic voice, but the expression on her face was pure demon—of the succubus variety. She did it again.

Why had he deluded himself into thinking he held the reins? His Angel was wild, untamable. One of the many things he loved about her. She was his match in every way.