Her eyes went hooded and her voice went soft when she replied, “Yeesh, you’re sweet when you aren’t consumed with the need to fuck me.”
He chuckled, liking that she thought that, liking the way her lips parted softly when she felt his humor. He dipped his head and touched his mouth to hers again but then lifted away and said nothing.
She slid the fingers of one hand in his hair and he should have known by the look on her face she was about to lay him to waste.
But he didn’t.
So he couldn’t guard against it before she wrecked him.
“Thank you for making a lifetime of longing worth every second, Abel.”
Jesus.
Jesus.
She was unbelievable.
“Can you take more?” he growled.
Her pussy convulsed around his dick, but her eyes got huge.
“More?” she asked.
“More,” he confirmed.
Her voice pitched higher. “Now?”
“Right now,” he returned. “You can, we’re gonna see how much you can take when I fuck your mouth. Then I’m gonna take your cunt again the way I like you, on your hands and knees in front of me.”
He got another pulse from her pussy as she whispered, “I should probably be offended by that, but I’m absolutely not.”
“Your cunt told me that before you did, pussycat.”
“That particular part of me has a mind of its own when you’re in a certain mood,” she declared.
“Thank fuck,” he muttered as reply.
She grinned.
He bent and slid his temple along hers, ending with his mouth to her ear where he asked quietly, “You gonna position for me?”
She turned her head and replied, “Absolutely.”
Yeah.
Delilah.
Unbelievable.
He slid out, rolled off, and watched, his dick remaining hard and starting to throb as she gave him what he wanted and got to her hands and knees in his bed.
Once there, she turned her eyes to his.
They were hungry.
That was when Abel gave her what she needed, paying attention to her skin, her ass, her tits, her cunt, before he took her mouth with his cock.
She couldn’t take all of him, but she definitely took enough to make it worthwhile and got off on it, nearly as much as he did.
Then he shifted and mounted her from behind, and she seriously got off on that.
So did he.
Then Abel bedded down with his mate, curling her into his arms, feeling her body soft just because it was, and softer due to sex, relaxing into his as sleep took her. He smelled her all around—her hair, her skin, the beautiful mixture of them between her legs.
And for the first time in his entire life, Abel’s eyes closed and he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Eight
I Got One Priority
Delilah
I opened my eyes, felt something, looked up, and saw Abel close, head resting on his hand, elbow in the pillow, eyes to me.
Much better than him across the room doing the same thing.
And he was there, right there, gazing down on me. Not a hole in my belly. Not talons clawing inside, making me bleed. Right there. Big and beautiful and mine, close enough for me to touch.
So I did.
Sleepily, I smiled and slid a hand to the hard wall of his smooth chest, feeling his warmth, his solidness, his realness.
And better, when I did, his face, which was warm and relaxed (also much different than the last two days when he was sitting across the room), shifted. It became warm, relaxed, and content.
Amazing.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey,” he whispered back, the rough deepness of his voice gliding over my skin in a sweet way only to gather between my legs in a hot one.
“You sleep okay?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah,” he answered. “You?”
“Yeah.”
He moved in and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he slid his temple along mine and moved away.
I liked it when he did that. There was a tenderness to it that I’d never experienced and my dad could be very tender.
Even if I liked it, I still didn’t get why he did it.
So I asked quietly, “What is that?”
“Don’t know, but had to guess, wolf,” he replied.
“Wolf?”
“Marking,” he stated, and I got it because it made sense.
“It’s sweet,” I told him.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Sweeter for me, because when I do it, I can smell my scent on you. No one else can, but at least for me it claims you as mine.”
God, I liked that.
I grinned and shifted closer.
Abel slid his arm around me and pulled me even closer.
I thought this might lead to something, but he said, “We should probably get up and go have breakfast with Jian-Li and your dad.”
“What time is it?”
“Going on seven.”
I shook my head. “Dad doesn’t wake up until at least ten, even if he has a night that’s early for him, like last night,” I told him.
His expression changed and I felt that change trailing over my skin and gathering between my legs right before he rolled on me so he was covering me.
Oh yeah.
I slid my hands up the skin on either side of his spine as his hand lifted, sifting, then tangling in the side of my hair.
“We gotta talk,” he announced.
I blinked.
“Talk?”
At my reaction, he grinned an arrogant grin that didn’t glide over my skin but did gather between my legs before he muttered, “My pussycat wants my dick.”
Well, yeah. He was good at what he did with it and it wasn’t like I’d kept that knowledge from him.