Sweet Dreams
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“Bed. Now.” Simon stood, picking her up and carrying her into his bedroom.
She started nibbling on his neck, loving the small shivers that wracked his frame as he carted her to the bedroom. He tumbled them both onto the bed, careful to catch himself on his hands.
“Now, where were we?”
She grinned, grabbed his head and pulled his mouth back to her chest.
The shirt disappeared as Simon suddenly seemed to become all hands, lips and teeth. She barely had time to whimper as his mouth descended once again on her breast, practically sucking the entire thing into his mouth.
Her hand shook as she reached down to caress him through his briefs. He ground against her hand, his hiss of pleasure spurring her on. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, slicking her fingertips in the pre-come leaking from the tip of his cock.
“Fuck.” He pulled away from her and shoved off his briefs. “Do you love these panties?”
“No, why?”
His answer was to claw them from her body. Long, shallow scratches appeared on her hips.
Surprisingly, instead of pissing her off the slight sting only turned her on.
Simon descended on her body, feasting his way down to her pussy with hungry slurps and purring licks until she was gasping for breath. He clasped her thighs roughly, fingers digging in as he pried her legs apart and fell on her like a starving man.
He took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it, stroking it with his tongue until she thought she would scream. It was almost too much, bordering on the painful, but she didn’t care, she was coming into his mouth with an agonized groan.
Simon licked her juices from his lips. “Again.”
She gasped at his rough growl. He slid a finger inside her, roughly fucking her with it as his lips once again fastened onto her clit. He purred again, vibrating his tongue as another orgasm raced through her shaking body.
“More.”
“No, no more, Simon.” She started pushing his head away, afraid her heart couldn’t take another one of the mind-blowing orgasms he’d pulled from her.
He held fast, adding another finger to her already sensitized flesh.
“God, Simon, get up here and fuck me already!”
He growled and sucked one last time at her clit before sliding up her body. He slid into her easily. She was still soaking wet from her two previous orgasms. He leaned over her and nipped at her neck, right on his mark, and incredibly she could feel herself building to yet another orgasm.
“Move, move, move.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he nibbled at his mark.
He started to fuck her hard, his cock dragging in and out of her body in a steady rhythm as his teeth sank in. The spike towards orgasm shifted sharply. She could feel his muscles tensing, her pussy pulsing around him.
Her gaze fell on his neck, and she had the sudden, undeniable urge to bite him back. Without thinking about it she shifted her head slightly and bit down.
She tasted his blood as her fangs sank deep.
Simon stilled, releasing his bite. “ Fuck! ” He pounded into her body, the headboard banging into the wall so hard she heard something crack.
She came mere seconds before he did, pulling his seed from his body as she screamed around his flesh.
She could feel him shuddering above her as he came, the “Mine!” he gasped no longer a surprise.
He collapsed next to her, his breathing labored, his face buried in his pillow. Sweat gleamed on his body.
Her mark glowed red against his skin.
“Love you, baby.”
She felt him relax with a soft sigh and realized with a start that he was already asleep. She had to hold back the urge to giggle. Damn, I fucked him unconscious! I rock!
She eased away carefully, pulled the sheets and comforter over them both, and curled up into him, her head resting below his chin. She dragged his arm around her waist. “Love you too.”
Simon listened to his mate’s even breathing and smiled. Now all he had to do was figure out how to get his stubborn mate to say those three little words when she knew he was awake.
Chapter Seven
“Mmm, coffee.” Becky stared at the pot like it was liquid nirvana. “I love that you make me coffee.” She looked up at Simon with what he privately thought of as Bambi eyes. “Marry me and bear my young?”
“Yes, and I’d be happy to if I had the equipment.” He grinned and held out the mug of steaming coffee, not surprised when she shuddered in what looked like a mini-orgasm. “But I’ll be happy to help you in all the stages. Especially the conception part.”
He wasn’t entirely certain she heard him. Her face contorted in bliss, the mug never far from her lips. So much for a good morning kiss, he thought, amused. Good thing she doesn’t know that’s half strength, or I’d be wearing my nuts as a necklace.
When she groaned in sensual pleasure he nearly came in his jeans. “Stop that, woman, we have things to do today.”
The amusement on her face told him she knew exactly what she was doing. She’d propped her butt against the kitchen counter, no doubt remembering last night’s love tap.
“C’mere,” he whispered, pulling her gently to him. He hugged her, rubbing his cheek along the top of her head. He smiled, pleasure tingling under his skin when he realized she was purring. He tilted that fey face of hers up for a gentle kiss that tasted of coffee and Becky. “Good morning, baby.”
She sighed and actually put the coffee mug down to hug him back. “Good morning.”
“Are you ready for today?”
“What’s today?”
“You’re changing, baby.”
“Huh?” She picked up her mug and took another sip, her eyes nearly crossing in pleasure.
“Your eyes are changing, and last night you marked me.”
She eyed the mark she’d left on his neck. It was clearly visible under the edge of his black T-shirt. “Um.
You mean the teeth thing?”
“Yup. You had fangs, sweetheart.” He had to suppress a shiver at the memory of her teeth sliding into his flesh. His dick jumped, letting him know his body was more than up for another bite.
“Oh, boy.”
“So that means you’re not going in to work today.”
“What?” She frowned, obviously ready to argue with him.
“You can’t go into work today. Not that I’m all that upset about it.” He could feel his Puma growling in his chest. The memory of his mate drugged was going to be with him for quite a while. He was more than happy to have an excuse to keep her close for another day.