PrimalDemand (4 page)

Leah was relieved when Arron gave her a moment to herself.
She hadn’t known what to do. She still wasn’t sure about that and her mind
raced with thoughts. Would he see it as an invitation if she changed clothes?
She didn’t sleep in her normal clothing and even the thought made her a little
uncomfortable. The skirt would be all right if she could loosen the band at her
waist, but the shirt was another matter. The neckline was high and the fabric
cinched at the ribs.

Both would bother her when she tried to sleep. Quickly, she
stripped off her shirt and skirt before pulling on the long nightshift she’d
brought. She settled down and pulled the blanket over her before he turned back
to her.

When he walked over to join her, he stripped down to his
pants. He slipped beneath the blanket and his large body pressed snug against
hers. Because of the size of the blanket there was some contact, but he didn’t
take advantage of it. His scent drifted to her, surrounding her.

The male musk drew her. She wanted to turn her head and
nestle against him so she could draw more of it into her. Need began to build
and tighten into a knot in her stomach. She’d been pulled to him before and had
definitely wanted to touch him, but now that she was close to him, she wanted
to crawl all over him.

She wiggled restlessly. Her hands clenched and her thighs
tightened against the aching need. She could feel slick, hot moisture on her
thighs.
What’s wrong with me?
The feelings in her were so strange. She’d
never felt this immediately and strongly pulled to touch someone. She drew in a
shaky breath. She wanted to turn around and run her hands over his chest before
pushing him onto his back.

His hand touched her arm. “Are you all right? You’re so
stiff!” His breath puffed against her neck, but he didn’t let his hand wander
or get any closer.

She wanted those hands to wander everywhere, anywhere. The
thought of his lips pressing against her neck or, even better, her mouth, sent
shivers of desire through her body. She closed her eyes and gulped hard.

Trying to focus, she tore her mind away from the feelings
and centered her mind on what could cause this. She knew she hadn’t been
drugged and it wasn’t side effects from the small sip of the Tares potion. The
only thing the potion ever caused was drowsiness and sometimes a little nausea,
not desire the moment she got close to a male.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea.” She bit her lip. The
moment the words left her lips, she knew it had had been a bad idea to say
that. He’d want to know why.

“Why, Leah?” His fingers gently brushed along her arm in
slow rhythm.

Closing her eyes, she frantically thought. Her mind went
blank. “I want to touch you.”

She felt heat of a different kind rush up her cheeks.
Embarrassment washed through her. The words had escaped before she could think
of anything better to say.

“I want you too.” Arron’s hand tightened. “I’ve wanted it
since I first saw you.”

Excitement and relief washed through her, but she tried to
squash it. There was so much he didn’t know about himself. She wasn’t even sure
if what he felt was real. He may simply be feeling grateful for her rescuing
him. It could also be the fact that she was the only female available.

“Maybe you have someone.” She licked her lips. Even forming
the words wasn’t easy. She was careful to keep her eyes locked on the bush in
front of her. She had the feeling that if she turned her head and saw him it
would all be over. She wouldn’t be able to resist touching him. The building
desire was so strong her hands itched.

Pressure on her shoulder turned her, urging her to roll over
onto her back. Arron sat looking down at her, a frown on his face. His hand
lifted and calloused fingers traced her cheek. She clenched her hands and
pressed them to her sides to keep from returning the caress.

“I don’t. There’s only you.” His fingers brushed softly over
her lips. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Well, she’d already told him that she wanted to touch him
when she barely knew him. It couldn’t get much more embarrassing. “I told you I
wanted to touch you, but it’s more. It’s a burning urgency and compulsion to
get closer. I don’t understand what’s causing this.”

“It’s the same for me. Walking with you, I wanted to pull
you into my arms and press you to the soft grass. Having you this close only
makes it so much harder to resist.” He stared into her eyes. “But something
about it feels right. As if that’s the way it should be.”

She could see the intensity and the honesty those silver
orbs. “I can’t let it complicate my journey. I have to find my sister.”

“It won’t. Do you want me?” His deep voice resonated with
easy confidence.

“Yes,” she said. It was an agreement to more than wanting
him.

She couldn’t resist this. If it didn’t happen now, it was
going to happen later tonight. The desire was too strong to allow her to sleep.
Her mind filled with thoughts of running her hands over his chest and lower.
Hot, slick moisture eased from her pussy.

He lifted one of her hands and pressed it to his cheek. “If
you want me, why won’t you touch me?”

“I want it so bad that once I start, I don’t know if I can
stop. I didn’t know if you wanted me as much. I didn’t want to push you into
something you don’t want.” She swallowed. Her fingers tingled with the
anticipation of running over his skin.

“And since I do want it, will you touch me,
reha
?”
His fingers stroked over the back of her hand.

“Yes. What does that mean?” She still worried that it would
complicate things.

His head tilted and he appeared to be thinking. “Flower. It
means flower and it suits you.”

Anxiety over the strength and suddenness of this desire
nagged at the edge of her consciousness. This pull wasn’t normal. That didn’t
matter in the face of the hunger coursing through her body. Answering desire
flared in his eyes and she knew he wanted her just as much as she did him. That
made her decision.

She turned her hand in his, letting her palm glide over his
skin. Her fingers tightened around his. He smiled and drew her hand to his
chest. Her fingers flexed as they encountered his heated flesh. Her hand
skimmed over the hard muscles of his chest. She couldn’t resist lifting her
other hand to explore more of the muscles.

Her fingertips lightly traced over the tattoos on his chest
and arms, following the black swirls over his pectorals. Gliding her hand down
to his stomach, she swept her hand outward to brush over the markings sweeping
around from his back.

The two marks on his ribs felt different than the other dark
designs on his skin. He shuddered as she skimmed her fingers across the darker
skin. His reaction intrigued her. She brushed her fingers back and forth over
the stripes. He groaned and the sound encouraged her to keep touching him.

“That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” He cupped her shoulders
and then slid his hands down her arm. “I need to know that you want me too.”

She wanted him so much she wondered at the intensity. Where
did this sudden hunger come from and why now? She couldn’t focus on the
niggling worry as his hands moved to her waist and upward. His slightly
calloused hand swept up her rib cage.

“I do want you,” she said on a sigh.

He smiled. “Then let’s get you out of this shirt. I want to
touch and taste every bit of you.”

He grasped the bottom of her night shift and tugged it
upward. She lifted her arms to help him get the gown over her head. As soon as
the gown was off, he dropped it beside them. Prickles ran over her skin as cool
night air met her heated body. Her skin seemed extraordinarily sensitive. The
caress of a light breeze over her nipples sent shivers down her back.

Her hands returned to his chest, exploring and stroking the
muscled flesh. Arron seemed determined to move slowly. His hands traced over
her arms and up to her shoulders.

She leaned into his touch, wanting more. Her nipples
hardened. Her mind immediately pictured his fingers tugging at the tight peaks
or squeezing the mounds, but his hands swept downward, but moved past her
breasts without caressing the aching mounds. She tugged at his flat nipple,
hoping he’d take the opportunity to give hers to the same treatment.

“I want a kiss.” He leaned in and his lips brushed over her
shoulder.

The moment he said the words she couldn’t think of anything
she wanted more. She curled an arm around his shoulder and scooted closer. Even
as she eased closer, her free hand ran over his corded stomach.

When his fingers cupped the back of her head, she sighed and
her eyes drifted closed. His lips brushed across hers in soft greeting. She
leaned into him. His tongue traced her lips slowly. Her mouth opened eagerly.
She wanted to taste him.

Tightening her arm around his shoulder, she strained closer.
His tongue stroked into her mouth. She met the bold foray and returned it. He
tasted a little wild and she could taste a hint of the musk that underlay his
scent. She couldn’t get enough of it.

He pressed her down to the pallet without breaking the kiss.
She went willingly, but tugged at his shoulders to pull him closer. She wanted
to feel the heat and weight of his body, but he held back. He straddled her.

The fingers of one hand plucked at her nipple. She moaned
and arched. It seemed as if she’d been waiting an eternity to feel those
slightly rough fingers on her breasts. It felt even better than she’d imagined.

“Are you a virgin?” His hand cupped her breast and squeezed.

She blinked. At first, she couldn’t focus on the question.
The pressure of those fingers drew a moan from her lips, but then what he’d
asked finally registered. She blushed and shook her head. Not for a few years
and she hadn’t let any man that close since that disaster. But she hadn’t felt
anything like the desire the she did for Arron.

“Good. I don’t want to hurt you.” He dropped a kiss on her
chin before moving down and nuzzling her neck. “I want to taste these hard
little nipples. Do they taste as sweet as your mouth?”

As he moved lower, he nudged her thighs wider and moved
between them. She widened her legs a little. He nuzzled his face between her
breasts. Shivers rolled over her body as the moist heat of his hot breath
puffed across her skin. He gripped her wrist and drew it slowly between their bodies.
She was too caught up in the pleasure building in her body to realize what he
wanted her to do at first.

“Touch your clit, Leah. I want to watch you stroking
yourself while I play with your breasts. Make yourself hot and ready for me,
reha
.”
He licked the hardened peak of one nipple. The firm swipe sent a streak of heat
slashing to the tight, coiling need.

She slipped her hand between her legs. As she dipped her
finger between the lips, his mouth closed over the stiff peak. His big hand
toyed with her neglected breast as he sucked at the other. Her fingers circled
her clit, teasing the sensitive flesh. She became lost in the sensation, the
feel of his mouth nibbling and sucking at her breast. Her hips rose up against
her fingers.

She didn’t notice his mouth leave her breast until the feel
of the breeze dancing across her wet nipple seared through her. She lifted her
head as she reached for him. She wanted his mouth back where it belonged. His
fingers plucked at her nipple, drawing a low moan from her mouth.

“That’s so sexy,” he whispered. His hand covered hers as he
guided her fingers over her clit. “Show me how much you want it.”

He leaned down and licked her hip. His hand pressed hers
firmly against her clit in long, slow strokes. Her hips rose to meet them as he
scraped his teeth across her thigh. With a soft moan, she speared her fingers
through his hair. He kept up the pressure until her hips bucked up, her body
tensing and straining to reach that peak. A fine sheen of sweat coated her skin
and she trembled as the sensation built.

Pulling her hand away from her pussy, he put it on his
shoulder. He hitched her leg up higher. She hooked her leg around his hip. As
he eased closer, his cock brushed against the lips of her pussy.

Wanting to feel that thick shaft pushing into her, she
lifted against him. He reached between them and parted the lips of her pussy.
Her nails sank into his shoulders as his cock slowly pushed into her. She
wanted more.

His hips surged forward and he sank all the way into her.
She gasped in surprise and arched up into him. Her tight pussy clamped around
his thick cock. The quick entry stung a little, but it didn’t kill the desire
building within her. In fact, the contrasting sensations seemed to heighten the
building arousal. Her inner muscles stretched around him.

His mouth nuzzled her neck. His tongue swiped over her neck.
Leah shivered and lifted into the steady strokes. She pulled against his
shoulders to get him closer.

“Mine.” His voice roughened. One large hand slipped beneath
her buttocks and lifted her into each thrust of his hips.

The word didn’t mean anything to her then. Only the building
hunger mattered. Desperate for the extra sensation that would send her over the
edge, she arched her neck as his teeth scraped and teased her neck and
shoulders. The building heat burst, rushing over her body in a wave that left
even her toes tingling.

Arron’s hips drove against hers. With each stroke, his chest
brushed against her nipples, sending streaks of heat straight down to her pussy.
His mouth drifted up her neck and over her cheek. He kissed her hard. Leah met
the thrust of his tongue before drawing back. Her teeth nipped at his lips and
her tongue lapped at the full lower curve.

She began to lift into his pounding strokes again, desire
curling in her belly. His mouth slid away from her lips and down her neck. She
tilted her head giving him more access even as she wanted to taste his lips
again.