There are two ways I’ve yet to claim her, to make her mine wholly, utterly, and irrevocably, to ensure there’s no chance of leaving me behind.
First, we’ll start with the one that’ll give her a taste of immortality.
Keep, keep, keeprolls through my head as I shed the blanket from her shoulders and toss it to the side, rubbing my hands up and down her sides. She lifts onto her knees and lets me claim her mouth, pressing her chest into mine as her hands slide up my arms and hook into my neck. She digs her nails in a little, earning a growl. A pressure that’d be painful to humans, but only makes me hard.
“Are you going to bite me again?”
“Oh, I’m going to do a whole lot more than that to you.”
Her hands slip down my chest until diving beneath my shirt to pull it up my body. I break from her long enough to lose it, but lean back at her insistence, letting her hands explore.
She pushes me to the flat of my back, and though I have a different plan for her tonight—one created earlier when she was sitting by the window—curiosity has me remaining beneath her, letting her touch me.
“It’s insane,” she murmurs. “So much speed, so much strength, all in a body that appears no different than a regular person’s.”
Soon you’ll have the same.
She sits back and drags her fingers over my chest, stomach, and hips until reaching my jeans. She unhooks the button and unzips me, all while biting her bottom lip, and then takes me in her hand.
Naked except the scrap between her legs and the bra that’ll be torn from her momentarily, I observe her sexy confidence as she strokes my cock, her thumb coming up to spread precum around.
Forever like this looks pretty damn good.
She strokes me for a moment, twisting her hand and using the ideal amount of pressure. Immortal will prevents me from approaching my orgasm before I’m ready to, and she and I have quite the night ahead planned.
As she lowers down to take me into her mouth, I stop her with a finger beneath her chin. While the thought of filling her mouth makes me even harder, this is her vacation, and therefore, all about her.
“Are you mine?”
She licks her bottom lip and nods. Eyes filled with lust confirm I could ask anything of her, and my little human would provide.
My thumb presses down on the place she licked, and her lips suck the digit, a tease for what she’d do to my cock if I allowed her to. I push down on her tongue until her mouth opens, and then sit up, taking those parted lips for myself.
As my tongue claims every inch of her mouth, I grab her by the back of her thighs and raise her around my hips as I get to my feet and carry her over to the large window she’s so captivated with. Now, she’ll have another reason to be fascinated with it.
It overlooks the backside of the cabin, the trees a barely visible jagged line and the blanket of snow coming right up to the pane. After depositing her by the window, I run around to turn off all the overhead lights, and even switch off the tree, ending the glare reflecting in the glass. With the fire providing a barely there glow across the room, and the window no longer mirroring us, the forest becomes visible.
The moon’s above, glowing over promises of her future. More trips to Banff, both in summer and winter, and every other lake in this damn country or even continent she dreams about. The oceans on either coast, and perhaps even the Territories up north, into temperatures and a landscape immortality will make simpler. Every city, every town, every forest will be hers to explore with me beside her. Then, we’ll take the rest of the world on.
“So pretty.” She rests her hand on the pane, pressing closer to glance around the backyard.
“It’s good you think so, since you’ll be looking at it for a while.”
Coming up behind her, my hands slide up her sides, her skin silk beneath my fingertips. I reach the edges of her bra and unhook it, dropping it to her feet before cupping her breasts, plucking at her nipples until they’re hard.
“The forest’s as lovely as my view’s about to be.”
She’s gorgeous as is, but Sawyer coming on my cock will beat out everything from my lifetime.
Desire begins altering her scent, and her thighs press together. By the time she passes out in a few more hours, I vowto make every surface of this place smell like her—likethisscent right here.
Brushing her hair off her neck, I lower my face into the curve. My teeth, which extended somewhere around the time her hand stroked my cock, scrape against her skin. Temptation to sink into her grows, but all be in due time.
“Do it,” she whispers, arching into me. One hand lifts to come around behind her and find the back of my head. I grab it before she makes contact.
“Soon.” A quick nip that doesn’t break her skin. I take her second hand and rest both, palms flat, against the glass with mine smoothing down on top. “Keep them here.”
My perfect little human bobs her head.
