Emma rolled her eyes and laughed.
“I’m so turned on right now it’s ridiculous,” he murmured in a husky voice. “Look at my boner.”
She glanced over her shoulder to where Dustin had rolled onto his side. Indeed, he was pitching quite the tent with his jeans.
“We should fool around before I show you my surprise,” Dustin suggested.
“What surprise?”
“A surprise that will make you want to give me a hundred hand jobs.” He settled over her, his hands and knees on either side of her. “I’m going to take off your clothes now.”
She laughed and said, “Dustin, my nails are wet.”
“Mmm,” he said. “I do like the red. I’ll take care of you then. You just sit there and wiggle around like a tuna.”
“This is not sexy at all.”
Dustin pushed her tank top gently up her back, running his hands along her skin as he went. He eased it off of her, careful of her nails, then leaned down and sucked on the back of her neck.
“I take it back,” she murmured. “This is really sexy.”
He smiled against her skin and nipped her there. He was bitey any time they fooled around, but he had never done it hard enough to break the skin and Turn her. She trusted him now. Trusted him in ways that terrified her.
Dustin lifted off her, and she watched over her shoulder as he took off his shirt. His abs flexed with the movement, and his hair was mussed when his shirt hit the floor. Dustin clenched his jaw once, and his eyes sparked with an intensity that drew a soft gasp from her lips. On his knees, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper.
“I want to feel your skin against mine.” He’d said it too soft to hear, but had formed the words well enough for her to read his lips easily. He did that now, naturally. He probably didn’t even realize it, but there had been a huge change in him over the last few days. He automatically turned his face toward her so she could read his lips when he said something he didn’t want the others to hear. He even did it when he spoke up.
Dustin shimmied out of his jeans and gracefully laid on her back, pressing his warm chest against her shoulder blades. There were his clever lips again. She arched back and angled her head to give him more access. His hand went around her throat but stayed gentle.
That man spent some serious time working her into a desperate frenzy. He kissed her neck, back, her hips, and then up to her shoulders on an endless loop until she was begging him to stop the torture and make her come. Feverishly, she rolled her hips against the bed where she could get the barest of friction on her clit if she pushed forward enough. Dustin gripped her hip hard, and she gasped when he lifted her waist off the bed. It had happened so fast she was shocked to find herself up on her knees, his head under her, his face right there between her legs. His hands went to her hips, and he pulled her down, closer. The first brush of his tongue on her clit just about did her in.
“Dustin,” she moaned.
He was good when she begged. Desperation in her voice always got a reaction from him. Teasing done, he pulled her lower and pushed his tongue into her. Her hips jerked. She tossed her head back and cried out. The next stroke, he pushed into her deeper, then sucked on her clit, then pushed in, sucked. He set a rhythm, but she was already halfway there. She rocked against his face, encouraging him, rushing him faster because she was losing ground. Losing it. Losing all thought. Fuck, he was so good at this.
She cried out every time he pushed into her, and right as she was at the peak of pleasure, right as the first pulse of orgasm was about to burst through her, Dustin shoved her upward and disappeared out from under her. Without missing a beat, he entered her from behind, filled her, and buried himself so deeply inside of her, the orgasm happened despite the interruption.
He was slow and methodical, drawing every aftershock out of her as she moaned. She thought he would have to thrust into her for a while to get off, but he gritted out her name two strokes later and bucked hard. Warmth spread inside of her in pulsing jets. He didn’t go erratic, but kept it steady as he pumped his seed into her. Was she coming again? Her aftershocks were so intense it was a possibility. He leaned forward across her back, pressing his chest against her, and she could feel the rattling growl that didn’t quite reach her hearing. And then there was teeth. Teeth, teeth, teeth, almost hard enough to break the skin over her shoulder blade. And a part of her wanted him to do it. A part of her wanted him to claim her and bind them forever in the way shifters chose their mates. A huge piece of her heart already felt like Dustin’s mate even though she was human.
He would do it if she asked. He always gave into her begging. All she had to do was murmur, “Do it,” and he would sink his teeth into her and change the course of their lives forever. He would give her a wolf. A wolf. A wolf? No. That wasn’t the plan. She was going to be a vampire someday. She wanted Dustin, but not a wolf. She wanted to sing. Emma bit her lip hard against the urge to plead with him to claim her.
Dustin released her skin and eased out of her. Warmth flooded between her legs, and with a satisfied sigh, Emma dropped her forehead to the bed. Instinct made her rock back and forth still as her aftershocks pulsed on, lighter and lighter. Sexy Dustin. Sexy wolf. Sexy man. Sexy mate.
His hand was warm on her back as he slid it up her spine. Pulling her hair, he angled her face toward him and kissed her. Drank her more like. Or perhaps she was drinking him. God, she could almost feel his beautiful soul here in the quiet of the room. Quiet. Too quiet.