Savage Kiss Page 7

  She gripped the edge of the dresser when he lifted her ass. One slow, smooth drive and he was in her. Filling her. Getting even harder as he felt her pussy tighten around him like a sleek, wet tongue.

  “God, you’re big,” she muttered. “Big and hot.”

  He grinned. “No. You’re the hot one.” He pulled back to slam back in. Harder. “You’re the one with the pussy so wet and tight, I can feel it contracting hard around me.” Another pull back and she gasped a soft moan. “But you’re not just tight and hot,” he grunted with a hard drive, “you’re perfect all around.”

  He bit his fingers into her thighs, holding them flat against his chest. “Harder?”

  She groaned with each deeper drive. “Yes.”

  “Just harder? Or do you want me to play with your tiny pink clit?” he breathed out.

  She rocked her hips. “Yes, god, yes.”

  He pulled back and thrust deeper. “How much harder?”

  “As hard as you want,” she moaned.

  “Don’t play with me, Sage,” he growled in a harsh set of thrusts. He took every inch of her with little control. His tiger needed her and Feral wanted her more than his next breath. “I’ll fuck your pussy raw. I’ll leave you unable to walk for days.”

  Her gaze rose to his face. “That sounds so fucking sexy.”

  “Oh no, beautiful. Sexy is the way you open your mouth and your eyes roll to the back of your head from how fucking good it feels to have me inside you.” He pressed his lips into a tight line, his jaw clenching hard. “Sexy is me licking you off after you come. Sexy is watching my cum drip out of your slit and knowing that your pussy is full of me. All mine.”

  “Feral...”

  “Sexy,” he breathed, “is taking you, making you the mother of my offspring and knowing you want it. That you want me breeding you.”

  She whimpered, “I do. I want your cum inside me, Feral.”

  He nodded. “I’ll come hard in you. I’ll leave my mark all over you, Sage. From this moment on, you’re mine.”

  He drove harder and faster into her. He pressed a thumb on her clit, flicking it back and forth at the same time he fucked her. Soft cries were the only sounds she made, her pussy contracted around his dick. He knew she was coming any second.

  “Fuck!” he growled, his cock hot and deep inside her. His climax shook him to the core. As he came, shooting jets of hot cum into her, an electric shudder raced down his spine.

  She screamed his name, her pussy sucking on his cock and contracting so hard, she drank his cum deep into her channel. Fuck, yes. His mate was goddamned perfect. It was only a matter of time before he had her bred and full of his offspring. But first, he had to make sure she knew just how important she was to him.

  He carried her limp body to her bed, his cock still inside her, and lay down with her on top of him. He didn’t want to pull out. If he had his way, he’d stay balls deep inside Sage for years to come.

  19

  Sage woke with a smile on her face. Her mom was right. Great sex did help a person relax. Right at that moment, she felt like she could walk on air. She stretched, loving how her body ached from being kissed, bitten, and licked all over by Feral.

  The man was a savage. She had yet to open her eyes, but a hand curled around her breast, flicking over her nipple and drawing a moan from her lips. His mouth was over hers next, kissing her back into a state of complete compliance and readiness.

  The kiss deepened. With just a growl, he turned up the heat. Her body shivered from the rampant desire coursing through her. She bit on his lip, loving the sound of his groan.

  His hand on her breast squeezed, kneading at her already aching flesh and caressing down to her belly. Feral seemed to love the fact she was soft and jiggly.

  Not that she’d ever worried about her body or seen herself in any way but positive, but a man that was this aroused by her curves was a rare find for Sage. One she loved.

  His hand slid down to her belly and farther. She spread her legs, waiting for a single touch of his hand on her sex. That’s all she needed. That’s all her body craved, begged for him to give. He didn’t slide his fingers into her sex like she mentally visualized.

  No.

  He grazed his finger over her throbbing sex and continued to kiss her like the world was ending and he needed one more taste of her.

  She moaned, her hands on his naked torso, touching and feeling every muscle on his body and sighing at the warmth of his body and how perfect it was to smell him so close.

  She pulled his upper body closer, wanting him over her, in her. Taking her. Breaths rushed out of her lungs, and desire bloomed brightly in her chest. She shouldn’t be thinking of sex, but she was.

  Even after that night. Even after he’d fucked her all over her own cabin. She would never look at her dining room table the same again. Nor would she be able to shower and not think of being bent forward while he fucked her from behind.

  “I don’t know why, but I want you so much,” she whispered.

  His fingers circled her sex, building the heat in her core. His hot, golden gaze branded her with a single look. “The thirst you have for me will never be appeased by another male, Sage. Your body craves me and I am the only man that can calm that fire in your blood.” He licked the seam of her lips with his tongue. “I alone can soothe the ache, the hunger you feel.”

  She raked her nails over his arm. “You?”

  He nodded. “Me. Because you’re mine, Sage. My mate. And this desire will only grow. It will consume you. But I’ll always be there, love. My place is next to you.”

  “I need—”

  “I know exactly what you need, my love. I’m going to give it to you. Every. Inch. Every hard, hot, steely bit of me. I’m going to remind your body who it belongs to.”

  She sighed, her hunger blinding her. “You.”

  It was like a new addiction. Something she couldn’t control. She wanted him oh, so badly, like the addict needed a fix. That’s how she felt. He brought his mouth over hers again, harder. Harsher.

  A hunger that had been building from the first time she looked at him seemed to grow out of control and feed into this need to have him. The need to be his.

  His gaze roamed over her body with indescribable need. He cupped her breast and bit down on her nipple. She moaned, and her pussy turned instantly slick from his bite.

  “Feral!”

  He lifted his head, his bright eyes eating her up. “That’s it. Give in to my touch, my love. Let me love every inch of you. Let me watch you cum on my cock.”

  “You’re crazy.” She moaned. “We should stop.”

  He gave her a grin that spoke volumes. It called her a liar. “Really? You want to stop?” He pushed her large thighs apart and took a deep breath. “Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to not shove my tongue in your pussy and lick every inch of your pink folds and suck on your honey as you scream and convulse on my face. Tell me not to fuck another scream out of you.”

  She pressed her lips together and inhaled slowly. “I can’t. I want you to. I need you to.”

  He got on his knees on the bed. Thank god, he wasn’t one of those super muscular guys that had veins popping out of his body. He clearly wasn’t one of those workout fiends. No, what he was and she fucking loved, was a giant.

  A body with strong limbs, washboard abs, and those lines that defined his abs and pointed south that made women beyond stupid. And he was tall and with long hair and a face that made her pussy cream from a single look. Yeah, he had all that.

  20

  Sage was so close to losing her mind, she was seconds from begging.

  “I know, love.” He groaned, his body rising above hers and pressing her into the mattress. “You crave me, just like I can’t fucking breathe without imagining driving my cock into you. I can’t think without a random image of your sexy-as-hell curves making my thoughts derail.” He groaned, rocking his hips between her thighs, liquid heat flowing from her pussy, sliding down to h
er ass.

  She slid her fingers into his hair and raked her nails over his scalp, pulling him down until their lips pressed together. The kiss was a new definition of need. Passion fired up her blood and shot lust coursing through her. She sucked on his lip and his tongue, nipping and licking and giving all she had.

  He held her face still, keeping her from moving but at the same time being the aggressor. God, she loved it. Loved it so much, she wondered if she had a thing for being dominated.

  Now wasn’t the time to think about that, though. She scored her nails down his arms and back. He pressed into her, the head of his cock slipping between her pussy lips and finding his way home into her sex.

  “God, yes!” she screamed.

  Tilting her hips, she wiggled to allow him better entrance and encourage him to move.

  “You want me.”

  “I can’t control how much.”

  He nipped on her chin, gliding his tongue up her jaw and down to her neck. “You taste so fucking delicious. Sweet. Salty. Sexy.”

  He pushed forward at that moment, filling her so completely that she groaned out a long breath. “Heaven is the place my cock is at this very moment. Right between your legs.”

  She wiggled more under him. “Feral—”

  He jerked back and drove hard, pressing her body deep into the bed. She widened her legs, needing a deeper connection with him. Hunger snapped at her core, seizing her focus. Him. Her. That’s all there was. A slip and slide of his body over hers, driving the tension higher and higher.

  “I’ll never tire of feeling your pussy tighten around my dick.”

  She dug her nails into the curve of his ass, drawing his body deeper. A low groan purred from her throat. “Christ!”

  He drove deep at an almost punishing pace, his body slamming repeatedly into hers. She held on to him, unable to do more than grab a slight breath every few seconds. The passion inside threatened to break free, cracking the tension building at her core.

  “I’ll never know a more perfect place to be than in you,” he huffed.

  “You inside me does feel damn perfect,” she gasped.

  His head dropped, and a new kiss consumed them. Fire blazed between their lips. She gave up any attempt at breathing and sucked air from his lungs. Desire pounded at her chest and another feeling. Something deeper and stronger wound around her heart. Something she’d never felt before but he’d awoken in her.

  He sucked on her bottom lip, biting down on her mouth and then growling by her neck. His cock plunged deeper and deeper. She gasped and groaned, her body silently begging for more.

  “I want you forever, Sage.” He bit down on her chest, hard. His tongue circled her nipple, and electric shudders raced down to her clit.

  “You,” she groaned. “Don’t.”

  “Oh, baby,” he grunted. “Forever has just begun for us. You’ll see.”

  Her belly trembled with every thrust. Her pussy clutched at his cock, holding him tightly against her walls. Tension snapped inside her. Pleasure bathed over her in cool waves of bliss. She gasped multiple breaths, trying to get her lungs to work.

  Her pussy contracted around his cock, jerking him hard. His perspiration-slick back tensed. His head lifted from her breast and dropped into the curve of her neck.

  Every thrust he made turned shallow and jerky, until he didn’t move anymore. Her body continued riding her tidal wave of joy when he breathed into her hair, gripping the strands hard in his fists.

  “I had to come inside you again, love. I’m taking what’s mine: You. Don’t bother arguing,” he said, filling her body with his seed. A hot shudder raced up her back. She could have argued with him, but the truth was she liked it.

  She liked him being inside her, coming in her. The thought of having his child excited her. Sage had lived her life waiting for that moment when life would bring her the love of a lifetime. The question was, was this it?

  21

  Sage wasn’t convinced. She eyed the private jet with a frown. “I’m not sure I should get on a plane and not know where I’m going.”

  Feral grinned and glanced at her mom and Isaline. “What do you two think? Should she go with me?”

  Her mother gave Sage an are-you-insane-to-question-this? look. “If you don’t go, I’ll go and I might keep him for myself.”

  Isaline shook her head and shoved a coat on Sage’s hand. “Just go. Have fun. Trust us. Feral has a fabulous day planned for you. Enjoy it.”

  “This looks expensive,” she complained to Feral. “I hope you’re not spending a bunch of money on me because it’s going to make me feel bad. And money is totally not the way to my heart.”

  Isaline snorted. “He’s not trying to buy your happiness with money. He’s just spoiling you a little. Let the man do his thing and chill.”

  Mom rolled her eyes. “Child, just enjoy the day.” She turned to Feral. “Are you going to go broke because of today?”

  Feral chuckled and shook his head, his smile transforming his face from sexy to smoking hot. “Not even making a dent.”

  Mom turned to Sage. “There, happy now? Go have fun and stop being a stick in the mud.”

  “I hate to say it,” Isaline told Sage, “but you’re turning into a party pooper. Just enjoy yourself.”

  Sage took the coat and decided to give a surprise full-day date a chance. She didn’t like surprises. It was one of the things her mother and Isaline had always complained about, but Sage had one rule and that was it. They ignored her all the time, but she still tried.

  “Fine,” she sighed, “I’ll go have fun.”

  Feral grabbed her by the arm and guided her toward the awaiting jet. “Don’t sound so excited, sweetheart.”

  She waved her mom and sister goodbye and boarded the jet, hoping it felt a lot bigger than it looked.

  New York City. He’d taken her to New York City. Sage glanced out the limo window, her gaze drinking in the sights and sounds of Times Square. The smell of roasted peanuts and hot dog carts made her smile. Snow fell in big, fat flakes, making the city look magical.

  “This is so beautiful,” she sighed, closed the window and turned to Feral, a smile on her face. “Thanks for making me come.”

  A sexy grin came on his face. “You’re welcome, but we haven’t done anything yet.” He leaned into her, whispering by her ear. “And I have yet to make you come, sexy, but trust me, it’s on the agenda.”

  She grinned and shook her head at his flirting. “I hadn’t been to New York in the winter. It’s so beautiful. The snow. The smells. It just feels like a wonderland.”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “You’re beautiful.”

  She hugged him tightly. Even though both their wool coats gave a thick barrier, she swore she could feel his heart beat under her palm.

  They stopped at the theater district. The limo took them to a back entrance of a building, so she wasn’t sure where they were, but a security man nodded at Feral and then opened a door.

  “Right this way, Mr. Kincaid,” the security man said and led them down a long hallway. She didn’t see anything that distinguished where they could be, but they were soon going up a flight of stairs that brought them into the orchestra level of a theater. She glanced at the stage in confusion.

  “What is this?” she asked in a hush.

  The theater was empty except for the two of them. There were a couple special seats in the center of the middle opening. Unlike the small theater seats, these two were large cushioned chairs with a small table in front of it with a reserved sign on it.

  “You’ll see,” he said by her ear as he guided her to the special seats. They sat down. Lights dimmed and suddenly a person dressed in a leotard and cat make-up came out on the stage. She turned to face him, her jaw hanging from shock.

  “What did you do?” she squealed in a hush.

  He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips, brushing a soft kiss on her palm. “I hate crowds. You wanted to see this show. I found a
way to make it happen.”

  He took her to see Cats on Broadway. They were at the Neil Simon Theater and she couldn’t believe the show had just begun. Her emotions were all over the place from shock.

  Her heart melted and warmth filled her chest. He’d made it his business to find out that Cats was back on Broadway and took her to a show in a private jet.

  Good god, how had he come up with this? Cats. The ultimate show she’d been dying to see. Her mind reeled. How important had she become to him in just a few days? Could he be thinking of her the same way Savage saw Zuri? She knew enough about shifters to know they mated once and it was for life. But was she really Feral’s mate?

  God, she hoped so. Her heart was already open to the things he said and did. She wanted to go forward and see where this would go.

  22

  During the show, they were brought drinks. She was too engrossed in watching she’d barely touched her wine, but noticed Feral had stuck to drinking soda. Drinkers were not her thing, but she hadn’t expected a shifter to not drink. They never got drunk.

  Afterward, they walked down Broadway to Fifth Avenue, got some coffee and continued until they reached 59th Street. On their way down to Third Avenue, she realized during their walk, she got to see a different side of him.

  Though it was Saturday, the streets were not as crowded as she knew they could be. Probably because the holiday vacations hadn’t started yet. He held her hand as they passed the big retail shops of the popular street. She wondered when the last time she’d felt this comfortable and safe with a man had been.

  Never. It was daunting and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. Feral had a way of making her feel secure in a city as fast-paced and crazy as New York like no other man.

  “How about a burger?” he asked, flashing her a sexy smile.

  “In this cold,” she said, “I’d love something warm. So yes, a burger sounds good.”