Bridged by Love (6 page)

“You need something, angel?”

She squirmed over him. Her wetness dampened his pants, teasing him, torturing him, making him crave what only she could give. “Yes, you. Touch me.”

He repeated the featherlight strokes of his fingertips over the swell of her breasts, avoiding her nipple on each pass. “Like this?”

“Lower.” She grasped his wrist and tugged, but he locked his muscles, not allowing her to move his hand. She groaned. “My clit, Nic. I want you to make me come.”

He licked the path his fingers had taken, making sure his hair tickled her skin. She shifted against him, and he grinned, pleased with her response to him. “Hard? Do you want to come hard?”

“Yes.”

The tiniest bit of desperation laced the word. Damn if he didn’t like hearing it. He wanted more, though. He wanted her begging for him.

He dragged his fingers down her sides, over her hips, and lower to the rough edge of her panties. Not fancy, the black cotton thong was her idea of everyday undies. He remembered that from their time together. Only on planned dates where they’d sneaked away to be together had she worn anything different. Most of their encounters had been spur of the moment, him coming to her or dragging her into some secluded spot. Not once had she ever denied him, even when he didn’t have time to give her any foreplay. She opened her arms and welcomed him.

Guilt stabbed him. He’d often reached out to her when he was horny, fucking her and then walking away.

“Nic.” She breathed his name on a long sigh and wiggled her bottom. “Don’t stop.”

His realization had frozen him with his fingertips under the waistband of her underwear and his tongue at the edge of her breast.
Let it go. The past is over, and I already know I’m a bastard. So does she.

He turned his attention to pleasuring her. In one quick move, he shoved the material covering her sex aside and plunged two fingers into her core, holding them deep inside. Her gasp sounded far away. He focused on the sensation of her silken muscles gripping him. Memories assaulted him. All of them involved Riley spread out and open for him, moaning his name.

He wanted to hear it again.

He flicked her nipple, and her body tightened around his fingers. A swipe of his flattened tongue over the peak, and she ground herself over his hand, urging him to move. Her unspoken plea and the heat of her core tempted him to free his dick and replace his fingers with his cock, fucking her until he exploded.

Soon, dammit, soon.
She hadn’t come for him yet.

He caught the erect tip of her breast between his teeth. She tensed. He waited while more warmth greeted his fingers, and her breathing quickened.

She tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails scrapping him. “Nic, please.”

Yeah, that was what he wanted to hear. He tugged on her nipple and curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot and sending her over the edge. Her orgasm took her, and she moaned his name, exactly as he remembered.

He stroked her inner muscles and suckled on her breast, dragging out her release and enjoying every damn second of it. Finally, her hands slid from his shoulders, and her nipple slipped from his mouth.

He yanked his fingers from her warm body and licked her arousal from his hand. A low rumbly sound crawled from his throat, not a noise he’d ever made around her or any woman, for that matter. He ignored it, knowing his body had changed since he’d last been with her. He was mature, and darker hungers rode him, ones he’d never felt comfortable fulfilling with anyone else.

Riley would give him everything he craved.

A hand on each knee, he spread her legs wide, then shoved the crotch of her panties to the side, giving him a perfect view of her slick cleft. No hair covered her lower lips, a change from the last time they’d been together. A good one if he had anything to say about. It would leave her more sensitive. His already responsive female would combust once he got his mouth on her.

Not my female. Not anymore.
Anger rushed up. He pushed it aside. He had a lifetime to curse his life, only tonight to enjoy heaven.

“Do you like what you see?”

Riley’s husky voice drew him back from the edge. Tension drained from his limbs. He yanked her panties off, tossing them across the room. “Yeah, baby, I do. I like it a lot.”

Using his thumbs, he swiped the length of her lips from bottom to top, spreading her folds and searing the memory of her perfect sex into his mind. Pink and glistening, she looked damn inviting. He knew every inch of her body, inside and out. He’d memorized her every trigger point and learned how far he could push her before pleasure turned to pain, but the sight of her, wet and welcoming, always left him in awe.

“Fucking beautiful.” His mouth watered. The small taste he’d gotten from licking his fingers hadn’t been enough to satisfy his craving. He needed to lap up her spilled cream and drink of her release. The urge took over, one he couldn’t resist. He bent and licked her cleft. Her rich flavor hit him. He groaned.

So damn good.

He wanted to get drunk on her. More licks, more swipes, and she writhed for him. He laid a hand on her lower stomach and pushed, urging her to lie back and let him pleasure her. She followed his direction. No hesitation. He slid her bottom to the very edge of the counter and massaged her hips as he teased her lower lips with slow strokes of his tongue over her cleft.

More sweet cream flowed, an irresistible lure. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her opening, and her body gripped the small invasion. Overly sensitive from her last orgasm, every touch wound her higher. A few more thrusts, and she’d come for him. The trembling in her thighs told him how close she was to finding ecstasy.

Not yet. He hadn’t fulfilled his craving.

He withdrew his tongue and repeated the languid exploration of her sex, dipping into her hot center on each pass, but not lingering. And she writhed for him. Clutched at his forearms. Moaned his name.

Perfect. She’s perfect.

He dropped to his knees and draped her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide. The arousal waiting for him to feast on coated her cleft. With his hands under her bottom, he tipped her hips, bringing her sex closer, and kissed her lower lips as deeply as he’d taken her mouth moments before.

“Oh God. More. Give me more. Feels so good.”

Her praise registered in his hazy mind. He might’ve smiled, but he couldn’t tear himself away from her sex. Her flavor drugged him. Her moans enflamed him. Nothing else mattered beyond his need to worship her body and make her wild.

Make her come. Hard. Exactly as she’d demanded.

He pulled her closer, his nose pushing against her clit. The scent of her desire filled his lungs. She rubbed her dripping sex over his face, tugging handfuls of his hair as she writhed under him. Her wildness added to the primal drives gripping him. A growl rumbled deep within his chest.

She tensed and dug her heels into his back. “Nic, please.”

The desperation in her voice directed him to give her what she begged for. He drove his flattened tongue deep. Her release hit on waves that flooded his mouth with her arousal. He swallowed her offering and kept teasing her sensitive core with curls of his tongue until he lapped up every last drop.

Eyes closed, he eased back.

The soft caress of trembling fingers along his cheek popped his eyelids open. She watched him, a sated expression gracing her delicate features. He liked seeing it there, knowing he’d been the one to put it on her face, but the hunger that had landed him at her feet demanded payment.

He wasn’t done with her.

He stood and tugged his sweats down, freeing his cock. His rigid dick pointed straight from his body. Balls drawn up, the ache in his erection was almost unbearable. He fisted it and squeezed. Pleasure shot down his spine. He stroked his cock, torturing himself when he knew only Riley’s body would ease the pain.

So many nights he’d given himself relief while picturing her face. Tonight he had his fantasy before him, ready to welcome him inside. It made it better. Hotter. More damn meaningful.

She followed his every move with her gaze. Her slackened expression was about the best damn sight he’d ever seen, outside of the look that passed over her face whenever she orgasmed for him.

With his hand guiding his dick, he rubbed the tip over her cleft, bottom to top, and finally teased the sensitive hooded bundle of nerves. The low moan she offered rewarded him. He stroked the tip through her folds once more just to hear her soft sigh before lining the head of his cock up to her opening.

“Tonight you’re mine, Riley.”

She glanced from his face to where he gripped his throbbing dick. She licked her lips and dragged her heated stare back to his face, capturing his gaze with hers. “And you’re mine, Nic.”

Forever, baby. I’m yours forever.
He nodded, the only response he could safely give her, but the truth echoed within him.

He held her gaze and pushed his dick into her. Loose from the orgasms he’d given her, her body parted and conformed to him, welcoming him home. A shudder ran down his spine at the sensation of joining them. The wet slide of silken muscles held him as no other lover had, no matter how many times he’d wished for it. He kept up the slow and steady push until he reached the end of her. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she held them open, letting him see what being with him meant to her. The emotion in her blue depths wasn’t one he quite understood, though.

Love? Regret? Both would fit his mood too.

“Nic.” She held out a hand.

He took it, letting the concern over what he saw in her expression fade, and drew her close. His dick sank impossibly deeper. He groaned while she moaned.

“Feels good, angel.” He slid his hands to her bottom and set a slow pace, rocking into her. He wanted to enjoy being with her before the lust took over and forced him to pound into her until he found his pleasure.

She clung to him, ankles crossed over his ass and hands linked behind his neck. “Yes. Oh God, Nic, you fill me up.”

“Do I?” He dragged his dick back and pushed forward on a rolling press that caressed every damn inch of his cock. “And you fit me like…” His words trailed off. The compliment he’d been about to offer seemed shallow in the light of everything he’d done.

“Like I was made for you.” She finished it for him anyway.

In a way, she was. He’d made sure of it.
Another damn sin.
He buried his face against the crook of her neck and nodded, unable to admit what he’d done.

She massaged his scalp. Tension he hadn’t realized had seized his muscles drained from his body. She pressed her lips to his ear, her breath heating him and adding to the fire smoldering within. “Tell me more. How do I feel?”

He turned his head and kissed her throat, grateful for the distraction. “You’re tight. Hot. Wet.” He nuzzled against her soft skin. “So damn wet. I want to stay inside you forever.”

“Mmmm, me too, but I need you to move. I ache.” She squeezed her inner muscles. His eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck me, Nic. Fuck me hard.”

Her command smacked into him. He yanked his dick free, spun her, and bent her over the island. The flannel she wore rubbed against his groin. He didn’t want to feel the rough fabric, or see the covering over her body. He snaked a hand around her middle and lifted her enough to yank the offending shirt away. A flick of his wrist tossed it over his shoulder.

The smooth expanse of her back tempted him to bend his head and lick. He caressed the slope of her spine with his gaze instead, but stopped his visual worship before he reached her shoulders. He didn’t want to see the mark he’d left there. Maybe stripping her had been a mistake. Too late. He dropped his gaze to her glistening cleft and his dick poised at her entrance.

A hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her down and drove into her on a rough thrust. She gasped his name. He groaned hers. Tiny ripples danced along the length of his erection. She was going to come again. He wasn’t ready. He’d follow her.

Not yet.

He gripped her hips and moved. Raw lust seized him, pushing everything back. The softer emotions being with her faded on a primal drive to possess her, command her, own her. He didn’t fight it. He pounded into her. Harder. Faster.

She grunted with each rough smack of his groin to her ass. The sounds of their bodies coming together mixed with the heavy scent of sex filling the air. He dragged in deep lungfuls and let the triggers feed into the frenzy consuming him.

A low growl rumbled deep inside his chest. Sharper nails punched from his fingers. His canines lengthened, and his mouth watered. The changes rushed over him along with the need to claim his mate, exactly as it had the last time he was with Riley.

Unable to stop himself, he glanced at her shoulder. His bite stood out starkly against her unmarred skin. The scar was real. His claim was not, but at first glance, another shifter would assume she was mated. Only the lack of her mate’s scent twined into the spot told the truth and the depth of his sin. Instead of a sign of his eternal claim, the beautiful mate bite she wore damned her.

The sight drew him anyway. He clamped his mouth over the mark. His teeth lined up perfectly. All he had to do was bite down. Their souls would rush to each, having touched each other before. If his wolf was willing, a thought would join them. He could right his sin, making her his and healing his broken soul.

So simple. So easy. So tempting.

He wanted it. Wanted her. Four years had passed. Surely his wolf had figured out how much Nic needed her. How much he loved her. That she was
theirs
. No other would take her place. No other would heal them.

He waited for his wolf to surface and stop him. It didn’t. All he felt was Riley’s welcoming body gripping his dick. His heart beat harder. Hope rose. Maybe he could complete their bond before his animal realized what he planned.

He bit a little harder, breaking her skin. The first drop of her blood hit his tongue. His wolf rose from the depths of his psyche, slamming into his chest and stealing his breath. His pounding thrusts faltered. He ignored the animal and lapped at her shoulder, numbing her skin and preparing her for the deep bite he’d soon deliver. He clamped down a little harder, spilling more of her blood. Her moan and the waves dancing over his dick encouraged him.