He didn’t stir, so I continued my exploration, running the pad of my finger over his straight nose and gliding the back of it across one of his sharp cheekbones and around the hard edges of his strong, sharp jaw. My gaze caught on his lips. I stared, my finger hovering above his luscious mouth. After a week of torture, trying to ignore that mouth, I softly rested my index finger against his bottom lip.
It felt just as soft and as full against my skin as it had against my mouth. Biting my lip, I watched avidly as I traced the edges of his wide lips, which had fit pretty damn perfectly against my own. None of my previous lovers’ mouths had molded quite so scrumptiously. Licking my bottom lip, I hesitated for only the briefest moment before deciding the hell with it, we had already had sex so I shouldn’t be shy about kissing him, and leaned forward, doing exactly as I had wanted to do a week ago.
Gently, I nibbled from one corner of his bottom lip to the other, intermittently laving over the tiny hurts. He moaned softly, but his eyes never opened. I used the tip of my tongue to shape the edges of his top lip. Tasting him with unhurried movements, I brushed my mouth over his more firmly.
Until his lips lifted, curling at the edges.
My gaze rising to his, I saw him staring from under thick black lashes, only the barest hint of green showing. I stalled, a smidge of embarrassment and guilt intruding, not only for waking him when he appeared so peaceful, but for touching him intimately while he was asleep. His grin only increased, and a quiet, sleepy chuckle reverberated against my lips still on his.
“I’ve fantasized about this,” he hummed, his arms tightening around me. “Don’t stop.”
My breath hitched at his humble — blatantly honest — words, and any discomfiture I had fled as his fingers lightly trailed up and down my bare back, the sensation wrapping my thoughts in a whole new set of emotions wholly carnal. Sighing softly, I arched against him and closed my eyes while enjoying the sensual stroking, before I gently but firmly pressed him onto his back.
Ezra’s eyes darkened, dilating, as I rose, straddling him. His gaze traveled down my exposed flesh to stare avidly at my br**sts. He groaned quietly, his hands beginning to lift, but I brushed them away gently and held them above his head against the shredded mattress.
My face hovered over his. “I want to finish tasting you.”
Green eyes lifted from my br**sts to stare into my gaze. “What’s stopping you?”
I mock scowled at his teasing. “Just keep your hands to yourself.” He would stop me, distract me, if he started touching, and I wanted to explore his body first, neither one of us getting to do so at our own pace thanks to my wolf’s demands.
His sudden confident grin, those soft lips, spoke of erotic acts yet to be discovered. “No promises.” His head rose from the pillow and his lips found mine, kissing me. It wasn’t gentle as I expected. It was more like an alpha exerting his dominance. A man letting me know I could begin this and do what amused me, but it the end, he was going to finish it his way. He didn’t try to pull his hands from where I held them, but he didn’t need to as his moist tongue pillaged my mouth, stroking against mine in barefaced thrusts and showing me what he undeniably would be doing later with another part of his anatomy.
A soft feminine moan reverberated from my throat before I could stop it, meeting each of his demands and pressing his head back to the pillow with my own base need. I was giving just as good as he was giving in an attempt to let him know I was no pushover…while I tried not to melt on top of him. Our sensory powers flittered through the air currents the longer our kiss of wills continued. His tongue curled around mine, and he lifted his hips, rubbing his hardening c**k against my tender core. That was how I won this little battle. I met his thrust, grinding my wet core against his extraordinary erection.
His breath caught on a groan. He tugged gently at his captured hands as his neck arched, breaking our mouths’ contact. I stared down at him, watching the ache of pleasure play across his strong features. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were closed, his jaw clenched, and his lips were red and swollen. Biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan, I undulated my hips and ground our sensitive flesh against each other, wanting to witness his satisfaction. His lips parted and his fangs descended, and I felt him shudder under me as he met my movements, a soft exhale escaping him as his muscles clenched.
Green eyes slitted open, he growled, “Don’t tease me.” Without warning, his captured hands were on my cheeks, brushing his thumbs once over my heated skin then, just as suddenly, they were back under my own hands, captured again. “I can’t hold off much longer.” My eyes narrowed even as his lips lifted again, but this time his smile was smug. “Sweetheart, even your wolf knows who’s superior in bed.” Head raising, his lips gently brushed my neck, then his fangs followed, sliding across my flesh in a corporeal stroke before he lowered his head back to the pillow, his eyes hooded. “I want to hear you scream ‘baby’ again. Soon.”
I scowled, grabbing his hands harder. “I did not call you ‘baby’.” Did I? I had never called any bed partner by a pet name. “And my wolf only wanted you to prove yourself. Not concede you’re the superior in bed.”
His resulting grin was pure male self-confidence. “I assure you, you most definitely called me baby.” Again, one of his captured hands moved, brushing his thumb over my frown before it was back inside my captive hold. “I liked it.” His direct, controlled gaze met mine. “Between us, here in this bed, I am dominant.”
I stilled on top of him. Ramifications zinged through my mind at his words. Putting aside the fact we had broken our friendship pact, there was one other detail not so minor. He was the Prodigy Vampire, soon to be King, and I was the Prodigy Shifter, soon to be Queen. Unfortunately for us, I did enjoy a man being dominate in bed, just as long as I could have my fun when I wanted. But that couldn’t be between us. I couldn’t let him control me with the possibility of it running over to the subjects I would be ruling.
Ezra’s almond-shaped eyes began darting back and forth between mine, obviously picking up on the switch in my demeanor. I felt his hands begin to move again, and my jaw clenched as I swiftly rolled, using my miniscule Vampire speed to evade him, tugging the blanket with me. I slipped off the edge of the bed, hauling the enormous, ripped fur cover around my naked body, and took a step back when his eyes flashed at my evasive tactic.