Page 74 of Scout’s Honor

“Good,” Bonhi said. “Then we’ll do it again.”

She held his gaze and dropped her hips one time, grinding on him until he groaned at the pleasure of it. He whipped his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Her fingernails went right to his chest hair, and he liked that. Bonhi trailed pleasure across his body like fire, then she pulled off of him and grabbed his cock roughly with her hands, going down on him with sweet noises of pleasure, sliding her tongue around the head of his cock like he was a fine meal.

Dallas’ eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell to the bed, not in charge for once.

Bonhi devoured her mate, feeling good and powerful and right. If she couldn't kill vampires, then she would fuck, or be fucked. She would make babies with Dallas, and if they didn’t grow up to be lawyers, then they would be little switches or shifters, and her life would be nothing like she ever dreamed, and that was okay, as long as she could still work, still have a purpose that was her own while being connected to this strong, sturdy man.

Dallas stiffened and his hips bucked. His cock throbbed in her fist, and she finessed it until he exploded, grunting with pleasure, spilling cum down her throat. She swallowed it like manna.

Dallas lay still and Bonhi gave him a moment, then she climbed up his body, but he sat up quickly and flipped her onto her back. “Your turn. You’re going to come until you’re dripping for me and then I’ll fuck you like you deserve.” He positioned himself between her legs and met her eyes. Bonhi grinned, a thrill going through her at his commanding tone.

He lowered his face but kept eye contact, massaging her thighs and teasing her with tiny licks and kisses. Bonhi twisted the sheets in her hands and raised her hips. Dallas fell on her in earnest, setting up a rhythm that promised she would come quickly. She closed her eyes and fell back, lifting her hips in time with his languid strokes.

Twisting pleasure filled her, starting in her belly, then radiating through her body, flinging thick bolts of ecstasy through her muscles. “Dallas!” she cried and he squeezed her hips but didn’t let up with his tongue. Sweet sensations filled and crested and broke and she cried out until they receded, and then she fell onto the bed, more relaxed than she could ever remember. Dallas rested his head on her thigh, and they laid that way for several moments.

A rumbling tickled her thigh, and a half-purring, half-growling noise came from Dallas. Bonhi pushed up on her elbows to look at him. He kissed her thigh, then up her belly, to settle at her breasts for a few moments, fondling her nipples. She perked up immediately, ready for more.

He found her mouth and kissed her, tasting her. She felt between them for his cock, gratified to find it hard and ready. She stroked it and he smiled against her mouth. “Want that?”

“I do,” she panted.

He thrust her legs apart with his knees and entered her firmly, filling her completely. Dallas set up a steady rhythm, kissing her, driving sweet moans from her with each thrust.

“Love you,” he whispered.

“Love you,” she whispered back.

She explored him, touching every inch of his skin, running her fingers through his hair, and massaging his strong muscles, while he trailed burning kisses up and down her neck from ear to collarbone.

Time stretched and bent for them alone until it felt like they were the only two people on earth, the only two people who were doing anything that mattered: loving each other in the moment, deepening a fledgling connection in the best way they knew how.

An orgasm loomed for Bonhi, and she met her mate’s thrusts with thrusts of her own.

“Come for me,” Dallas whispered.

Bonhi slipped her hand between them and with only a few strokes, her orgasm ripped through her in thick, blissful waves. She cried out and arched her back.

Dallas stiffened and groaned, his body jerking forward. “Bonbon,” he gasped out, then he relaxed on top of her, crushing her in the most delicious way. She kissed his chest, almost sad when he rolled off her.

He lay still, his breathing slowing and deepening. Bonhi lay with him, letting her eyes close, even though her body still felt like a live wire.

She drifted, not sleeping, but instead letting her consciousness roam in a way it never had before. She imagined the moonlight outside, and how pretty it might look, and how good it would light her way if there were any vampires about that needed killing. There had to be more around somewhere.

Blue light glinted off her knife on the table, and she thought the knife wanted to go and slice vampires up, too. She’d never done anything that made her feel as powerful… and as principled as stabbing those grossities had. Even arguing court cases didn’t make her feel like she’d felt that evening.

She snuck out of bed, careful not to wake Dallas. He needed his sleep, but she needed to kill something undead. She picked up his shirt and put it on, pleased that it covered her ass, then grabbed her knife and tip-toed to the door. She put her hand on the knob, being so quiet—

“Oh no you don’t.” Dallas hopped out of bed and caught her. He took her back to the bed and deposited her on the pillows.

“You need another good fucking?” he rumbled.

She plucked at him. “Yes, please.”

“I’ve got you,” he said, kissing her body, then entering her, setting up a rhythm that felt like it could last all night.

Bonhi met her mate stroke for stroke, reveling in his strength and his body and their constant, unspoken connection.

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