“The others are close. They will come for me. Go now before the sun begins to rise,” Fane instructed.
Andre reached down to grip Fane’s forearms in the way of his people. “ wäkeva óv o köd.”
What does that mean? Teagan asked, curious. It was a beautiful moment between two warriors who clearly understood each another.
Stand fast against the dark, Andre interpreted.
Teagan felt tears burn. “Please do, Fane. Please hold on and let me help.” That was all she could do for him. It was his choice.
Andre slipped his arm around her and took to the air. Below them, she caught a glimpse of four other men, moving in to aid Fane.
21
Teagan woke to a multitude of sensations. Pleasure, no, much, much more than pleasure bursting through her. She found herself flat on her back, in the bed Andre had fashioned for her. She was stark naked, her hair everywhere, when she distinctly remembered braiding it before the earth closed over them. The most delicious sensation was Andre’s mouth working between her legs.
She lifted her head to look at him, at his beautiful, glacier blue eyes, so dark now with intensity. With stark hunger. With possession. His tongue, his teeth, his fingers all worked at her, sending familiar fire streaking through her body, building tension so fast, so hard she fragmented before she even caught her breath. Perfect. Beautiful. The greatest start to the night she could imagine.
Andre wasn’t done. He never was. He wanted more. He kept his eyes on her face, a demand there. He didn’t stop, not even when her hips bucked and her head tossed. Not when she gasped his name and pleaded with him that it was too much, that the sensations rocketing through her refused to stop. She couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t think. He drove her higher. Demanded more.
Not enough for me, sivamet. I need it all. Give yourself to me.
She knew what he meant. She had to trust that he would know when she had enough. But truly, the firestorm raged through her body. The orgasm spread like a wildfire out of control, consuming her. Still his mouth was relentless.
Again. I need it again.
She wasn’t certain the first had ever stopped. Her body rippled and quaked, the first running into the second, and now he was demanding a third. His tongue was clever and his teeth just perfect, but the way he suckled as if he was dying of thirst and needed every single drop of liquid he could possibly get was her undoing.
Every cell in her body coiled tighter and tighter until she feared she might go insane with pleasure. Was that even possible? If it was, Andre was driving her there. There was no way to think. No way to be anything but what he wanted. He took her higher than she’d ever been and she reached for him, needing him. Needing to feel something solid beneath her fingertips as she flew apart, fragmenting into tiny little pieces, all of them soaring.
She heard herself scream. Call his name. Plead with him. She wanted him to fill her. She needed that. And then he was there, holding her thighs apart and slamming into her tight sheath. She heard him groan as her muscles gave way and he drove deep. His thick shaft invading her felt like a burning brand of steel.
“Hard, Andre. I need hard this time.”
One large hand swept back her hair so he could look down into her eyes. She could see by the look on his face he intended hard. Rough. Brutal even. Perfect. She needed him like that. She needed primitive. A claiming. She could barely breathe with needing him exactly as his possessive look told her the way he planned on taking her.
He gathered her hips in one arm, lifting her to the angle he wanted and he began to thrust hard and deep, setting a fierce rhythm, a vicious pace, pistoning into her over and over with enough force to rock her body with every stroke. She ran her hands up and down his back, stretching to reach his hips, taking in as much skin as possible, reveling in the way he was as hungry for her as she was for him.
She was already so sensitive, and her fourth orgasm burst over her before she even knew she was close. She transferred her hold to his hair, clutching tightly, afraid she was going to come apart. He didn’t even slow the pace. His eyes never left hers—not for a moment and he didn’t even blink. He watched her, drinking in every orgasm. Wanting more. Demanding more from her.
Andre. She whispered his name in his mind. Filled him with her. Gave herself to him.
You are mine. All of you, Teagan. Every scorching inch of you. Your heart. Your soul. Your body. Your mind. You belong to me.
His body surged harder into hers, sending what felt like white-hot forks of lightning streaking through her. She was going up again, even higher. Scary. Wonderful. Impossible.
Did you doubt that for even a moment? You are mine, Andre. My man. My lifemate. I would follow you anywhere. Do anything for you. And she would. Modern woman be damned. This man was her everything and she was going to love him just as fiercely as he loved her, wherever that led her. And right now, at this moment, it was leading her to paradise. Unless she could die from too much pleasure.
She watched his eyes, those beautiful eyes. So gorgeous. So in love. So soft and tender when he looked at her. So fiercely possessive. How did I get so lucky? She meant it, and she didn’t care if she was giving away the fact that he really was everything to her. Andre gave that to her all the time. Now, she knew he really meant it. He deserved to hear it back. To know it.
He suddenly leaned forward and took her mouth. He took it the same way he was taking her body. Rough. Savage even. Demanding. Hard. Hot. Wet. So incredibly perfect. She gave herself up to his hands. His mouth. His cock. She gave herself to him because she knew if she did, the reward would be awesome . . . and it was.