CHAPTER 38: WATERFALL II: MARKED

I was aware of what I was doing to Adam and reveled in it, in my power over him.

Every sane thought disappeared, every care, every worry. There was only his body, my mouth, and the feel of his skin and the water bursting around them. Fireworks. Earthquakes. White lightning.

He found himself helplessly thrusting against me, his head thrown back, his joy and rapture not only physical but a part of his very soul.

Strangely, I could feel it.

lightning.

He found himself helplessly thrusting against me, his head thrown back, his joy and rapture not only physical but a part of his very soul.

Strangely, I could feel it.

Why?

How?

How could I feel the feelings he had? How could I know that he enjoyed this, probably even more than I did? How could I know his in-depth emotions?

Did sex with a Lycan guarantee this?

Did other girls feel this? Did the feel this ardent hunger? It might explain their obsession with him then.

Right now, I could feel his hunger rise continuously until the demands of his race overcame him, insisting he put my pleasure before his own.

With a soft, possessive growl he pushed me back into the water, his gaze running over my bare skin like lava. I had time for only one inarticulate cry before his mouth was on my throat, my breasts, his hands all over my body. I felt so small, so delicate under his palms, my skin warm and slick with water.

He explored me everywhere. Then his fingers found me creamy with need for him. He pushed inside, watching my eyes, and my body responded with a fresh wave of liquid desire.

He pushed deeper, his mouth on me now, his teeth scraping my breasts, my stomach. I could feel my muscles clench around him, velvet and hot. He kissed my hips, the little indentation that always drove him crazy, then raised us out of the water.

Slow down, slow down.

I heard the chant in his mind, but his body had other ideas. He was on fire, his very skin burning. His mouth replaced his fingers, wanting to bring me to the same fever pitch he was experiencing.

I moaned, forgetting why and how I could hear his thoughts, the sound making him wild. To him, I tasted like hot honey, spicy and addicting. He attacked, on fire with need and love and violent, insatiable lust.

Beneath the onslaught of his mouth, I writhed, cried out. Water splashed over every side. My body clenched, released, wave after wave of sensation spiraling through her. I clutched at him for anchorage as I spun out of control, a terrible, wonderful ride that went on forever.

Adam finally lifted his head, his eyes hungry, his mouth sensual. He pulled my body to his, wrapping my slender legs around his waist.

"You drive me wild, Maya. You make me completely insane with wanting you." His voice was husky, and he was pressed against me, hard and thick, pushing so aggressively that my body was slowly opening, allowing him entrance.

The feeling was exquisite, a slow burn, hot velvet clutching him, tightening around him, the friction almost unbearable. His hands pinned my small waist, holding me firmly while he buried himself slowly, deeply in my hot, moist sheath.

"Look at me, Maya. Know that I am your protector and that you are always in my care," he commanded softly, his blue gaze holding mine, forcing the ultimate intimacy, wanting all of me, every inch of me, wanting us to merge completely, body to body, mind to mind, soul to soul.

He began to move then, a slow thrusting of his hips, burying himself deeply with each surge. I bit my lip hard in pleasure, the tiny pinpricks of blood triggering the fangs in his mouth. For a moment, I was scared, seeing him this way. Wasn’t his shift meant to be in two weeks time? Or were the fangs pre-shift stuff?

His hands urged me closer yet, so that I arched my body knowing he would not hurt me, my head back, my throat vulnerable and exposed, my breasts equally inviting. His tongue took the water from the rosy, hard tips and moved upward, tracing swelling curves until his mouth rested over the pulse in my neck.

Was he trying to mark me? This could change everything!

I felt my body clench in anticipation, and his teeth scraped gently back and forth until I moaned and caught at his head with both hands. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. His tongue stroked my pulse as his body moved in mine. He thrust his hips harder and harder.

"Adam!" My soft cry was a plea.

"Not yet, cara, not yet." With his great strength he stood, taking me with him, the water sluicing around our legs. My legs circled his body, my hands around his neck, and he thrust harder still, over and over, wanting every inch of him inside me.

My nails dug into his shoulders, an exquisite pain. He leaned me against a nearby tree as we walked out of the river for better leverage, his hips savage, relentless, frenzied. His teeth scraped, nipped. Then I cried out at the piercing pain, so sweet and sensual, as his fangs buried themselves deeply, claiming my blood as voraciously as his body was claiming mine.

I must have driven him wild to do this, such that his predatory nature took over, the untamed male of his species, dominant possessive, claiming a mate. What about Claire?

His mouth worked at my throat, taking my very essence as my body took his, dragging at him, tightening around him, clenching and demanding until he had to cry out with the intensity of the pleasure. Ruby droplets trickled down the swell of my breast, and his tongue followed the trail.

I was spiraling into the night itself. The ferocity of Adam’s lovemaking should have terrified me, but somehow I had matched his intensity, beat for beat, my fists wrapped in his dark hair, my body wrapped around his tightly, my cries muffled against his shoulder.