Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Wheeler wanted to demand Sammy tell him about every male who had so much as exhaled in her vicinity. He knew how irrational he was being but couldn't seem to stop himself. He was about to tell her as much when he saw a drop of her blood fall free from the fresh bandage on her hand to the floor.

The smell of it hit him hard, making his cock stir to life.

"Y-you should go," he said, acutely aware of how fast her blood was pumping.

By all accounts, he should have been full.

Auberi was correct. He'd drunk far more than needed after he'd showered. By rights, he should have been full for a day or more. But he was suddenly ravenous. Through clenched teeth, he spoke once more. "Sammy, go. Not. Safe."

The crazy woman snorted, rolled her eyes, and walked right up to him, lifting her hand and putting her palm to his lips.

Was she hoping he'd kill her by accident?

Her blood seeped into his mouth, and the second he got a taste of it, his eyelids fluttered, and stars exploded in his head. He grabbed her hand, his tongue darting out and over the cut. He couldn't stop the low purr that rumbled from the back of his throat.

Sammy gasped as he jerked her closer to him, her other hand finding his chest.

His skin felt feverous, like he just might go up in flames if whatever was happening between them continued much longer. Sweat formed on his chest and he felt it sluicing down his skin.

Wheeler couldn't stop himself as he continued to suck gently at the cut on Sammy's palm.

He locked gazes with her, the smell of her arousal filling the air around him.

Dammit.

If she was turned on too, there wouldn't be anyone rational left in the room to stop him from doing what he wanted to do—take her to the floor and fuck the living daylights out of her.

But she'd been through a traumatic ordeal, and Auberi hadn't given her a clean bill of health yet, that Wheeler was aware of. Beyond that, she needed time to feel comfortable around him, to trust him.

He was about to pull his mouth from her wound when she leaned into him. Her pink tongue darted out and the woman had the audacity to lick a rivulet of sweat from his chest.

Pleasure slammed through him, and Wheeler was powerless to stop himself as he pulled his mouth from her palm and cupped the back of her neck. He looked into her eyes and went for her mouth with his.

She pressed against him, her tongue greeting his, her hands everywhere at once.

He was going to explode in the scrubs if he didn't get inside her, and fast.

Fuck.

Never had he wanted anything as much as he wanted this woman.

He walked their bodies backward and before he knew it, Sammy had come to a stop, bumping into something.

Without breaking the kiss, Wheeler felt around behind her to find that something was the exam table. A wicked thought came to him, and he broke the kiss, despite her protests, and bent, lifting her and depositing her onto the exam table.

Then he lifted one of her legs and skimmed his hands down it, coming to a stop at her high heel. His gaze collided with hers, and he tipped his head in question.

She nodded vigorously.

Grinning, he pulled off her heel and tossed it aside before kissing the bottom of her foot. Her feet were dainty, just like she was.

She wiggled, trying to pull her foot from his grasp as she burst into laughter.

Ticklish?

That only served to turn him on more.

He licked the bottom of her foot, and she squealed with laughter. Wheeler then took her other leg, lifted it, removed her heel, and cast it away. With a devious grin, he put his mouth close to her foot.

Sammy pointed at him, falling backward onto the exam table as she laughed and barely got out the words, "Don't you dare."

Oh, he dared.

He more than fucking dared.

He kissed the bottom of that foot as well, and she howled with laughter, turning partially on the exam table.

Wheeler used that moment to move up, lean over her, and slide the tops of his fingers into the bottoms of her scrubs. "If you don't want this to happen, you need to tell me now."

Her hand came to his cheek and she went perfectly still.

He realized then that was her injured hand, yet there was no trace of a cut having been there.

She ran her thumb over his lower lip. "I want this. I want you."

Like in the darkness, her voice sounded melodic, tender, and alluring.

He eased the scrub bottoms off her, his heart beating madly as he exposed her sex, then her thighs. Once the bottoms were totally off, he let them fall to the floor, pooling near his feet. Then he took hold of her legs and opened them wide, making her gasp and try to cover her exposed sex.

Shaking his head, Wheeler continued to lock gazes with her. "No. Let me look at you. All of you."

A blush stole across her cheeks as she relaxed her open legs.

Wheeler traced his gaze down over the scrub top, which he considered ripping off her but left in place, for now. He looked down at her pussy and didn't bother to hide his smile at the sight of the neatly trimmed strip of hair that covered her mound.

For one tense moment, he feared he'd actually come then and there.

Somehow, he held it together and pulled stirrups from the ends of the exam table. He then took Sammy's feet and gently placed one in each stirrup.

Sweet Lord above.

He'd had a feeling this would be hot, but seeing her like that, there before him, was nothing short of fire. And her smell was divine. He bent and put his face directly above her spread-open pussy, inhaling deeply before burying his face in it.

She squeaked and tried to push his head away, but he wasn't having any of it.

He stared up the length of her body at her face.

Her jaw went slack and nodded to him.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Wheeler spread her slit more and swiped his tongue over the area. She tasted sweet, like a mix of berries and cream. He continued licking her while he held her thighs apart. He added a finger to it all, dipping it inside of her tight cunt.

His cock jerked in anticipation.

Sammy's hands found his hair and she tugged gently, pulling his face against her body more as her inner thighs began to quiver.

Wheeler didn't stop there. He kept going. Kept licking as he eased a finger in and out of her repeatedly.

She squirmed on the table and then gasped, her tight channel grasping at his finger as she reached her zenith. The taste of her sweet cream nearly drove him over the edge, and he found himself fumbling with the bottoms he wore, needing to free himself from their confines and become one with Sammy.

With one hand, he held his erection and with the other, he continued to finger Sammy. She writhed on the table and then stared down at him, pink staining her neck and cheeks.

"More," she whispered.

That was all he needed to hear. Lining up the head of his cock with her soaked entrance, he fought to stay in control before pushing in. At once, her body closed tightly around his shaft, making him work to feed himself into her.

The muscles in his neck strained, as did the rest of his body to exercise restraint, when all he wanted to do was drill her into oblivion. When he was fully settled within her body, he began to ease up the scrub top she still wore, exposing the undersides of her creamy breasts.

Wheeler pumped lazily at first, needing to be slow about his movements or risk ejaculating early. That was something he wasn't known to do or have issues with, but right this moment, it was all his body wanted to do. It wanted him to release in her, to bathe her womb with everything he had to offer.

Focus.

He began to see sheet music in his mind, concentrating on it, rather than how fucking good it felt to be in his woman. How hot and wet her core was. How her body seemed as if it had been made to accommodate his perfectly. How pert her tiny nipples were as he pushed her shirt higher.

Fuck.

Bending, he captured one of her tempting nipples in his mouth and sucked gently on it as he increased the pace with which he moved in and out of her. No amount of sheet music or running lyrics in his head was going to help him.

Surrendering to his animalistic needs, Wheeler thrust into her, making the entire exam table slide on the floor. He moved with it, continuing to pummel Sammy's glorious body.

She cried out, her hands running into his hair once more as he kept sucking on her nipple while he fucked her.

His gums burned with the need to let his fangs descend and bite her while he exploded deep within her, forever marking her as his.

Claim her! his demon and gargoyle sides shouted at him from within. They nearly won out with taking control of the act. He didn't want that. Didn't want them involved in the moment.

He needed it to be just him and Sammy. Nothing else. Nothing more.

She arched her back and ground her hips against his, wringing pleasure from his body as much as he was from hers. "Yes," she panted, holding his head to her chest.

Wheeler smiled against her breast and traced a circle around her nipple with his tongue. Every ounce of him wanted to bite her. To sample her blood while he made love to her, but he held back.

Instead, he began to pump with hard, purposeful thrusts, needing to feel her find bliss. He kept going until she was thrashing, mixing panting with undulating against him. He too was making noises that indicated he was lost in the throes of passion. Just when he thought he'd miss his chance to make her come first, she burst under him, her channel tightening around his cock, her body tensing, almost forcing him out of her.

Wheeler drove home, rooting deep, his balls tightening a second before his cock twitched, releasing his seed within her. He kept pumping into her as he continued to ejaculate. It was a minute or more before he slowed and finally stopped, staying inside her.

"Mmm," she murmured as he lifted his head and went for her mouth with his.

He kissed her while he remained inside her, the aftershocks of his orgasm making his cock continue to jerk. He got the feeling he was still coming as well though he wasn't sure how or why. There couldn't possibly be anything left in him.

He pulled his lips from hers but kept his face close. "Was I too rough?"

"No," she said, skimming her fingers over his cheek. "It was perfect."

"Good," he said, as his cock, which should have softened by now, seemed to have a mind of its own and became harder to the point it was downright painful. Did it not realize it just came harder and longer than it ever had before?

Sammy's eyes widened as she wiggled under him. "Wheeler?"

"Sorry, darlin'," he whispered. "I can't seem to get enough of you. I can stop."

He wasn't so sure he could.

"Don't," she said, giving him a chaste kiss. "But the table is hurting my butt."

He lifted her quickly, never exiting her body. He was left standing there with her in his arms and his scrub bottoms around his ankles. With great care, he stepped out of his bottoms and slid his arms around Sammy fully, loving being close with her.