Page 91 of Oakheart

His perfect eyes fluttered shut at that, and at my hot breath ghosting over his lips. “Forever,” he whispered back, his voice shaky.

I kissed him, soft and slow, then lifted up, moving down to the side of his chin and kissed again. The bottom of his jaw. The top of his neck. His breath caught for a second, then slowly, shakily, released.

“Yes,” he said, an answer to the question we’d both already asked and answered. “Yes. Forever. That’s what I want.”

He finished as I reached the spot where his neck met his shoulder, that sensitive spot that my teeth were almost aching with the need to bite. I pulled back for a moment, our eyes meeting, and I saw the utter certainty in his gaze.

So I leaned down and bit. He gasped and then cried out as the taste of copper filled my mouth, but when he arched into me, it wasn’t in pain or any attempt to escape pain. His cock was rock hard, pressed into my belly, desperately seeking pressure and finding it in the shove of our bodies together.

His movements were wild, almost feral, and after a moment, I released him and sat up, licking my lips to keep from looking like a beast who was trying to consume him. I doubted it succeeded, but his eyes were lit with a fire that said he didn’t care the slightest bit. I reached between us, and he shoved up again,trying to push his cock into my grip despite the fact that he was still dressed.

My claws extended, and I almost shredded his jeans with them, trying to unbutton them and get them off his legs. I was sure I’d have scratched his perfect skin if he’d been a soft, squishy human, and I was grateful he wasn’t quite so fragile as that.

Not that I’d have avoided him even for that.

Nothing could have kept me away from Cash.

I did tear his shirt tugging it over his head, but a second later, he broke the zipper on my own jeans, yanking it so hard that the pull came right off. I chuckled and tried not to think of Mama laughing at me as she repaired them tomorrow. Now wasn’t the time for me to be thinking about my mother.

Now was just for Cash, and for me.

Moments later, we were naked, clothes strewn about us randomly where we’d tossed them as soon as we’d gotten them off each other’s bodies.

Instead of laying back down and waiting on me, as so many partners I preferred not to think about had always done, Cash planted a hand on my chest and pushed me onto my back. With authority I usually only saw him exert when he was working with wood—ha—he took a random nearby shirt and tucked it under my head, then climbed atop me, settling onto my groin before reaching behind himself to grab my cock and position it between his cheeks.

With no fanfare, no preparation but a smear of oil he took from the food I’d laid out, and no apparent struggle at all, he sank down onto my cock, inch by inch, until he was seated fully on me, resting his hands behind him on my thighs and letting his head fall back.

A moment later, when he lifted it, he met my eye steadily, and the confidence I saw there was staggering. This was the manmy Cash was meant to be. A man who took what he wanted and made no apology for it. A man who knew what he could have, what he deserved, and never tried to make himself smaller.

This was perfection.

For us.

He rode me then, slowly lifting off my cock and then lowering himself once more, increasing speed as he went, breathing in time with his movements.

Me? I couldn’t breathe. He was too perfect. The moment was too perfect. If I breathed, I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.

When he grinned down at me without so much as slowing his movements, I thought maybe I did.

“Come up here,” he ordered, and I just... I couldn’t have not followed the order if I’d wanted to, but there was nothing in the world I wanted more. I would follow him anywhere.

So I pressed my hands into the blanket next to me, and pushed up, while he continued to ride me, slamming his whole body down onto my cock, the movements almost defiant.

Not defying me. Defying the whole fucking world. We’d been told for so long we couldn’t have this, but we could. We did. This was ours. Maybe we didn’t own each other, but we owned this moment. Owned this feeling.

His smile told me he felt it too.

And then he leaned forward, and with no buildup, no hesitation, sank his teeth into the same spot on my neck that I’d bitten on his.

The jolt of pain went through me, and the world shattered around me in an instant, breaking apart into a thousand shards of perfect, prismatic light. I reached up with one hand, grabbing his hips and shoving him down onto me as my body shook with the force of my orgasm, and I emptied into him, moaning his name aloud.

When he took his teeth out of my neck, I collapsed down onto the blanket beneath me, almost jarring myself with the force of it, but all the strength had left my body.

His teeth were bloody as he bared them at me, more snarl than smile, but I didn’t feel the least bit threatened. It was a touch of that feral wolf inside, and all I could feel about it was joy, that Cash would show me this part of himself.

He reached down to stroke his own cock as he went back to riding my slowly softening one. It was the first time I’d ever been in the situation, having come first, but also, I didn’t feel the slightest bit used or dirty at him using my body to get himself off. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to watch him come all over me.

A moment later, I was gifted with precisely that. His jaw went slack and eyes fell closed, and his hand stilled on his cock for just a second, then resumed pumping as hot drops started to spill across my chest and belly. He curled forward, stroking more wildly and less in rhythm, as he came and came, and when he finally finished, his eyes came back to a low half-mast, surveying my skin, covered with his spend.