Page 79 of A Trial By Blood

“Then do it,” she whispered.

Her need was right there in her expressive eyes. She wanted me to touch her. Her desire for me gave me more pleasure than anything else could. I was put on this Earth to give this female everything she wanted or needed. I was here to sustain her in every way. My gaze lowered to her chest, and my hunger increased. I slid my hand up under her sweater.

“I love the way your hands feel on my skin,” she said and took a shaky breath.

“Your skin is soft and smooth and warm.” I cupped her breast, and she took another shuddering breath. “Do you like that, Rose?”

“Yes.”

“You’re so soft here, I can’t stop myself from…” I squeezed her and a groan slipped free.

Her hand lifted, covering mine, but over her sweater, as if she were afraid I’d stop. I couldn’t, not now, not now that I had her tender flesh in my hands.

Her nipple tightened, pressing against my palm, and I swiped my thumb over it. Rose gasped. “That feels good as well?”

“So good.” She lay back against me and pressed her mouth to my throat, sucking, kissing.

My erection throbbed harder. I swiped again, then pinched the tight peak between my fingers lightly, to see if she’d like that as well. She moaned and her fang grazed my skin, making me shiver. I did it again, alternating between massaging the soft flesh in my hand and toying with her nipple. Her scent grew heavier, her arousal filling my senses.

Her thighs tensed over mine, then she pressed them together.

“Your pussy is wet, isn’t it, Rose?” I asked huskily.

“Yes.”

She told me I could touch her wherever I wanted. “I want to touch you there, petal. I want to make you come for me like you did in my room at the clubhouse.” My voice was nothing but a growl now, and her scent was Heaven and Hell all in one. My cock was harder than before, and my mind kept throwing up images of me tearing her jeans off her body and sinking the iron-hard flesh trapped behind my zipper inside her.

But I wouldn’t do that here. I’d never been with a female, and Rose was innocent. The thought of doing something wrong, of hurting her, eased some of the urgency I was feeling and made it possible to focus on my female, on pleasuring her.

“Yes, I want that. Please, Ronan.”

My hands shook, but I managed to undo her jeans and slide down the zipper, then I slipped my hand inside her underwear. I tightened my arm around her and pressed my mouth to her ear, growling at the feel of her, so hot and slick. “The way you feel, Rose. It’s for me, isn’t it, petal? This desire, it’s all for me.”

“Yes.” She moaned and lifted her hips, silently asking for more. “It’s all for you.”

Another female walked in and began talking to the receptionist at her desk. They had no idea what was happening right in front of them. That I had the most perfect female on this Earth on my lap, desperate for me, lost to the pleasure I was giving her. I’d never felt like this in my life. This was joy, this feeling of immeasurable happiness. This sweet, precious female was squirming in my lap, because of me, because she wanted me.

I dragged my fingers through her wetness, and she spread her legs wider, inviting me to take more, wanting more. She was so incredibly wet. The more I touched her, the wetter she became, and the more she wriggled and moaned. “Ronan, please.”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Anything, it’s yours.”

Her hand dropped to my wrist, and she pushed it deeper. “Slide one of your fingers inside me.”

She was panting hard, rocking her hips against my hand. Yes, I wanted to know how she felt inside so badly. I dipped my middle finger to that tight little opening and rubbed over it once, twice, before notching the tip against it on the third pass. I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, or if I cause you pain.”

She nodded and rolled her hips, forcing the tip inside her.

A growl ripped from me. “Okay?”

“Y-yes. More.”

Her pleas burrowed into my chest, taking hold. I slid my finger inside, and goose bumps lifted all over me, a shiver moving through my body, my lower gut aching and tight, but that ache was nothing compared to my cock. She felt so incredibly good. I pulled out a little, then pushed back in, giving her more this time. She put more pressure on my wrist, silently asking me for more.

I gave her what she wanted, pushing in slowly, then sliding out, going deeper each time until I was inside her as far as I could go.

She gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, scoring my flesh. “Oh goddess,” she cried and clung to me tighter.

I thrust faster, in and out of her wet heat. She was so tight, she gripped my finger. “I can feel your inner muscles clutching at my finger, Rose. Does that mean you’re close to coming for me?”