Adrian by V. Vaughn Page A

instead I decide to torture him a little too. I reach up and tug him down to flip him over onto his back. Adrian grunts with the force and chuckles when I hold him down by his shoulders. I waggle my eyebrows at him and say, “My turn.”
    I take my time kissing down his chest. His skin is hot under my lips, and the flavor tempts my taste buds. When I finally reach my target, I grip his cock to stroke him as I inhale his musky scent. He says, “Ginny, please. I’m dying here.”
    I drag my tongue up his slick shaft and hover over his thick length as I gaze up at my mate. He says, “I’ll beg.”
    “Do it. Tell me what you want.”
    “Suck me, babe. Suck my dick until I’m ready to come. Please.” I take him in my mouth, and Adrian lets out a little cry when I cup his balls and roll them in my palm. He pumps his hips up to meet me and drive deep enough to hit the back of my throat. Adrian suddenly tenses and pushes me away. “I need to be inside you.”
    I crawl over him, and the skin of his cock is smooth in my fingers as I guide it toward my wet folds. I say, “I need it too.” As I sink down, he thrusts up to stretch me wide, and I lean forward to let my breasts bounce as I ride him hard. My orgasm is going to be fast and furious now, but I believe his will be too, because Adrian’s chest vibrates with a low rumble.
    “So close.” He pants. “Tell me when.”
    I dig my fingers into his chest and shatter over him before I can answer. He joins me with an eardrum-popping roar as hot seed explodes against my channel, and I milk him as I come down slowly. I finally collapse on him and say, “I missed you.”
    “Me too, babe.” He slides his hands down my back to squeeze my bottom. “How was training?”
    “Fantastic.” But the subject brings me down from a post-orgasm high. I lean up so that I can gaze into his face. I think about how this man makes my heart sing with music that is beyond anything anyone could ever write. Every cell of my being wants to be with my mate, and a lump forms in my throat as I recall what being apart feels like. I swallow hard and say, “I’ve made some decisions. I’m a warrior, Adrian, and my human goals won’t work.”
    He combs his fingers through my hair to move it out of my face, and he holds it at the back of my head like a ponytail as he smiles. “You’re a musician too.”
    “Yes. I--” I take a deep breath and say, “But not in the way I should be.” I find my resolve, and my words tumble out. “I think you need to either get Aleck up to speed or find my replacement. I’m going to move to Orono and train with the De Rozier clan.”
    Adrian squints at me, and his chest begins to heave with the kind of breathing that means he’s controlling a shift. “What is your plan for me?”
    I roll off of him to sit up cross-legged, and the bed squeaks as he sits up too. I say, “I think you should tour with the band, and we’ll see each other when we can.” Adrian’s chest is rumbling in a way that isn’t sexual, and I add, “I’ll come to you when I can, and when you’re not touring, you come to Orono.”
    He gets out of the bed, and his footsteps pound on the floor as he paces the room in what I think is an attempt to keep from shifting or yelling at me. I watch and wait for him to process my words. Finally Adrian stops at the end of the bed to stare at me. “Why can’t you come on tour?”
    “Sven told me it takes a full year until a warrior can control their shift. I know I’ll be faster than that, but I almost exposed us in LA. The last thing I want to do is expose us to the real world.”
    “But fighting every day helps. Surely you--”
    “Don’t.” My stomach clenches as I scramble to my knees to grab one of Adrian’s hands. “It would be a struggle, and you know it. You guys should be having the time of your lives with this, not babysitting me. Can you imagine how quickly your brothers would start to resent me?”
    He shakes his head.