Page 15 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Trick-or-Treat
But she needs more. She needs—multitasking. My mind scrapes over hers, slowly getting the picture. I smile. I can do that.
My rough hands wrap around her waist, fingers of one hand teasing and caressing, following the curve of her thigh inward until I find heat and moisture. Her need wafts through the air, tempting and teasing me as I slide greedy fingers beneath the fabric, finding her slick cream.
Her desire throbs through me, pounding in my temples as I explore her folds, falling in love with her hot velvet. The thought of her wrapping this around my manhood is almost more than Ican bear. So is the delightful little button I find after tracing my pulsating fingers up to the top of her mound.
She gasps as I round her for the first time, hips bucking toward me. I slide a finger inside, noticing when her breath hitches and her heartbeat stutters. I tug my finger back toward myself, hitting again, and she moans. I do it again and again, mouth still lapping and teasing her breasts until her walls flutter as if she’s trying to suck me into her.This, I like.
“Don’t stop, Everett,” she begs, “I’m so close now.”
If close is heat and wet and spasms, then she’s right. “Oh, God,” she whispers, body arching around me as darker thoughts fill her mind. Thoughts that match my own.
I drop to my knees in front of her, whole body pulsating, light dancing around us beneath the tree. I grab one leg, easing it over my shoulder, then press into her with another kind of kiss.
Her fingers tangle into my hair, gripping my head hard and drawing me in as I roll my tongue over her, ecstasy rushing through me. I let her feelings guide me, knowing they’ll lead me to come in my own pants. But I have to take her wherever this feeling leads.
“Your tongue,” she moans. “Is so skilled and textured and—” She looks down, eyes rounding as I look up reluctantly, tip still buried inside. “Long.”
Another rush of pride. Maybe instead of looking past my differences, she could grow to appreciate them.
Her hand slides down to my back, fingers gouging into me. I hesitate for a second. Violence? Is this a normal part of human mating? All I know is the move sends shivers dancing down my spine to the place where self-control immolates.
I dive back in, lapping and teasing, swirling and sucking until her whole body shakes around me. Her hands grip the back of my head again, shoving me tightly against her.A good sign, right?
Stop talking, she scolds internally.
I press into the fireworks demolishing inside her brain, hoping I’m not hurting my little mate. But the more Iwreckher, as she puts it, the more she begs. And I cannot deny her.
When her release shatters the air like light breaking open the sky, I glimpse myself reflected in her mind—disorienting, beautiful, terrifying.Something she may have to forget just to stay sane.
The sight knots something behind my ribs.
The resonance will burn forever, no matter what.
I’d thought I was built to withstand supernovas and war. Turns out, I’m fragile where she’s concerned.
One human heart might undo an entire species.
The air hums wrong.
A thin, familiar voice cuts through the static—Rook.
“Everett. What have you done?”
His signal shouldn’t reach this far. Not through the dampeners. Not through Mother Tree’s field.
The regulator pings, then sizzles—like a dying star trying to hold its shape.
The light inside me flares, teetering on the edge of failure. If Rook found me, Command won’t be far behind.
Chapter
Six
EDEN
“We should stop.”
He stands, voice tight with something that sounds suspiciously like regret.