Page 40 of Full Moon
Chapter 19
Easton
I lean over my mate,feeling the heat of my phoenix coursing through me, ready to flood her with the warmth she craves. Her breath catches as I take her plump earlobe between my teeth.
"When you come, I want this mountain to roar with you. I want the earth to shake and the bond to explode with colors."
Rising slightly, I arch a brow, my heart swelling with pride as I watch her teeter on the brink beneath me. The sight of her unraveling—each gasp and moan—is a testament to the power I have over her. I release her hands and grip her hips firmly, pinning them to the desk with possessive force.
Leaning forward, I press my naked body against hers. The flames on my shoulders flicker as her fingers dance through them, sending shivers down my spine despite the heat. I trail slow, deliberate kisses from between her breasts to her stomach, my lips lingering at her belly button. When I nip at the sensitive skin, her sharp intake of breath makes me smirk.
Her arousal is a heady scent that overwhelms my senses, making my inner bird sing with anticipation. I end my teasing trail justabove her mound, savoring the moment, her breathless pleas making my heart race.
"Easton... Please..." The desperate whine in her voice sends a thrill through me.
"Patience, my flame," I murmur, my hot breath washing over her skin. Dropping to my knees between her legs, I give her one last tug to bring her to the edge of the desk. I grab the chair and take a seat, my eyes drinking in the sight of her spread before me.
"You are such a feast set before me. My favorite dessert." I lean forward, savoring the desperate sounds my mate makes as my warm breath washes over her. I hover an inch from her glistening core, the anticipation thick in the air. The heat rising off her drives my shift insane.
She needs us...
I know.
She wants us...My bird echoes, still amazed that we are desired as much as the larger shifters.
The sight of her—swollen, wet, aching for me—sends a jolt of desire straight to my cock. I do the one thing any male would do. I lick her from bottom to top in one long, slow stroke. The taste of her explodes on my tongue—sweet and heady, uniquelyher. I pause at that swollen bundle of nerves, drawing it into my mouth and sucking hard.
The keening cry that escapes Feray's lips, her hips straining to lift off the desk, makes my blood boil hotter. I press one hand flat against her lower belly, holding her down while I feast on her. With deliberate slowness, I tease her entrance with two fingers,circling, pressing, but not entering. She whimpers, trying to cant her hips toward me, but I hold her firm.
"Easton—" My name is a prayer on her lips.
I slide two fingers into her slick heat, feeling her walls grip me immediately, trying to pull me deeper. The sensation makes my cock throb painfully. My tongue works her clit in tight circles as I pump my fingers in and out, curling them upward to find that rough patch of nerves that makes her scream. Her thighs begin to tremble against my shoulders. It doesn't take long before I feel the first flutters of her core around my fingers, that telltale rippling that means she's close.
So I stop.
I pull my fingers out slowly, holding them up so she can see how they glisten with her arousal. Feray's sudden, icy glare as she sits up makes my blood run cold. Her eyes have shifted—ice-blue and burning with frustrated fury.
"Easton..." she growls.
And then she lunges at me.
For a brief moment, my life flashes before my eyes.
Until she takes my length in her hand—her grip firm and demanding—and guides me to her entrance, sinking down onto me in one swift motion that traps me on the chair. The intense sensation as she envelops me sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. She's so wet, so hot, sotightaround me that I nearly come on the spot.
"Fuck—" The word tears from my throat, utterly undignified.
I hold on to my mate as she rides my length, rougher than she normally does, her intensity catching me off guard. Her hands grip my shoulders for leverage as she lifts herself nearly off my cock before slamming back down. The wood of the chair groans beneath us, and I meet her thrust for thrust, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The slaps of our bodies colliding reverberate through the silence of the basement.
Her panting moans escape in ragged breaths, each one a spark igniting my senses. The wet, rhythmic sounds of our fucking—obscene and perfect—mingle with her cries, setting every nerve on fire. She's using me. Taking what she needs. And gods help me, I love it.
My release rockets toward me, an unstoppable force, yet I can feel she still teeters on the edge, not quite there. The need to bring her with me overrides everything else. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit. I begin slow, deliberate circles, coaxing her closer while she continues to ride me with abandon.
"That's it, my flame," I growl against her throat. "Take what you need. Use me."
Her moans pitch higher, her rhythm faltering as the pleasure builds. Her walls start to flutter around me, gripping and releasing in a maddening rhythm. Using my teeth, I bite her nipple—gently but firmly through the piercing—and she shatters.
Her release triggers mine, a shared explosion that tears through us both. She cries out my name as her core clamps down on my cock, milking every drop from me as I spill into her with a groan that echoes off the stone walls.
