Blood Knot by Tracy Cooper-Posey Page B

ass were separating her cheek, exposing even more of her cleft, making her aware of exactly how moist she was growing. How slippery.
    And how desperately she wanted Nial to slide his fingers the necessary few more inches deeper into her vagina, to fill the empty space that was aching to be possessed.
    His hand did finally move…but to grip the lace of her thong and tear it with slow, inexorable force until the panties tore away from her with a tired, low ripping sound.
    Nial’s mouth moved from her lips to her chin, nibbling and licking, making a small feast of her flesh. His hand in her hair gently pulled her head back so that he could access her throat.
    Then he began to dine on the column of her neck, his tongue leavening and marking the trail.
    Winter clutched at him, her excitement building, her breathing accelerating, her body vibrating. Her eyes kept trying to close with pleasure and she fought the temptation. She wanted to watch Nial’s male beauty as he touched and toyed with her.
    His progress slowed as he neared her nipples and Winter beat at his shoulder with her fist. “Tease!”
    “ Of course!” he murmured, his lips brushing against the swell of her upper breast. He was smiling. His tongue stroked her skin. “Would you prefer I be even more cruel?” He pulled her head back again, so that she could not see what he was doing as he began to tease and stroke and suck her flesh, moving near and around and close to her nipples, but not quite touching them.
    Winter began to writhe with need and impatience. But just her own fraught arousal was having a profound effect upon Nial as she squirmed upon his lap. She could feel his heart hammering with a very human, very stressed and ragged beat. His blood pressure was that of a man under intense stress and it was still slowly climbing.
    The fingers of the hand he was using to cup her bottom rolled closer to her cleft, making her moan low in the back of her throat. His fingertips traced the wet valley in soft, delicate touches designed to taunt her.
    Winter arched against him, her hips and pelvis pressing against his taut stomach.
    She heard his breath catch, felt his heart jump and his pulse leap at the same time. His hand in her hair tightened, keeping her locked in that position.
    At the same time, his fingers pressed inside her, driving deep. Two, maybe three, she wasn’t quite sure. The rough, uneven shape of them, the knuckles pushing up against the walls of her pussy, were so unlike a man’s cock.
    Almost at the same moment, Nial captured the tip of her breast in his mouth, his teeth closing around the hot, sensitive nipple and tugging on it, as his tongue swept over the very end.
    She bucked, as the wave of sensation that rocketed through her sparked the beginnings of her orgasm. She clutched at Nial desperately. “Together,” she breathed. “I want us to come together.”
    “ We will,” he assured her.
    He had released her head and now his hand stroked between her thighs. “Get rid of the skirt,” he commanded her. His voice was thick with pleasure. She could measure how drunk he was on it by the rush of blood in his veins, the force of life in him. He was as human now as she was.
    Winter slipped the button on the band of her skirt undone and the skirt slithered away from her hips, leaving her bare to Nial’s gaze, all except for the lacy tops of her stockings.
    He drew in an unsteady breath. “Pure sin,” he breathed. His hand drifted from her thighs to her bare mound. He slipped his forefinger between her lips and rested it up against her clit. “Wet and throbbing,” he crooned, looking up at her face.
    Her breath shuddered on the way down. “Make me come,” she breathed.
    Nial drew his finger back and forth with a firm, knowing stroke and the pleasure rippled through her. From deep inside, her climax stirred and gathered. Winter fought to keep her gaze on his face, to not sink into the pool of ecstasy to the point where she lost focus on