CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

B ri squealed as Craig leaped up, taking her with him so they were both standing.

“You should be scared.”

“Do you want me to fear you?”

He looked at her for a long moment before he shook his head. “No, dammit, but you should.”

She ran her fingers down his chest, relishing at the grooves between muscles under her tips. Craig tensed as she progressed. The button of his jeans popped open with ease, and she pulled his fly down. Not looking up, she nudged his jeans down an inch before reaching in and pulling out his cock.

He hissed. “Little siren.”

As she kneeled, he grabbed a handful of her hair and guided himself into her mouth.

“God, fuck,” he cried out into the night air.

She took him deep, sucking and licking up and down his long, thick shaft. When she went to ease up, he pressed her back into it.

“Undo your jeans,” he commanded around a moan.

Bri reached down, knowing her jeans would be soaked. He grabbed her breast through her T-shirt and squeezed her nipple.

Crying out, his cock fell from her mouth.

“On your back, now.”

Brianna fell back and began pulling her jeans down further, but with vampire strength, he ripped them free.

“Fuck, God, you’re so wet and beautiful.” Craig removed her panties more gently. “Spread for me.”

His cock bounced against his stomach, hard and swollen. She stared at it, and he caught her eyes.

“I need to taste you first, then it’s yours. Fuck, I’m going to come inside you so hard.”

Craig leaned down and ravished her pussy, lapping at her moisture like he was starved. Ecstasy raged through her veins as she flung her head back and cried out a fast orgasm.

Next minute he was over her, sucking her nipples while he thumbed her clit.

“I’m going to fuck you like no man has, Brianna, and you are going to be fully mine in this moment.” Their eyes locked, and she saw his determination, his possession, as they both burned with desire for one another.

In one thrust, he plunged into her, totally dominating her. Thrust after thrust, pleasure reaching every inch of her, she hung on to him as her legs wrapped around his enormous frame.

“Craig, God, shit...you...my God.”

His hand reached behind her neck, and he claimed her lips, tongue filling her mouth.

“Tell me you are mine,” he demanded as they both gasped, mouths wide with need.

She closed her eyes and clenched around him.

“Bri, fuck.” She felt him swell within her. “Say it.”

She couldn’t. She couldn’t give him that part of her. Not yet, not until she knew she was his mate.

When she opened her eyes, his were glaring at her, fury and need fighting one another.

“I ca-can’t.”

Those eyes darkened, and he pulled out.

“Craig, wait.” She reached for him.

“Turn over.”

It wasn’t a request. He pulled her body over and placed her on her knees. Tugging her ass up in the air, he nudged her knees apart. Even as she felt his coldness, her body ached for him.

He thrust into her pussy again and held her hips as he began moving rhythmically.

She missed the closeness of his chest and the intimacy, but before she could think about that a moment longer, her body shook when he pressed a long, thick finger into her asshole.

“Fuckkkk.”

While her body roared—and then triple roared when he reached down and flicked her clit—her heart screamed for the connection that was now gone.

“Press back into me, Bri, that’s it. Fuck my cock.”

She felt him harden more as she clenched and pushed while he thrust his cock and finger inside her. He slapped her pussy, and she cried out, her explosion triggering his. Craig pulled his finger out and lifted her back against his chest. Thrusting up into her, he milked his orgasm and hers until they were both spent.

Gently, he laid them both down on the blanket and turned her. She closed her eyes and nuzzled into his chest. He held her tight.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

When he didn’t respond, she pulled back and looked into his eyes.

“Please say something.”

He kissed her forehead. “I am sorry. It was wrong of me to demand that from you. I lose my mind with you.”

She nodded.

“You did the right thing by refusing me.”

So why did she feel like crying?