head was turned just right so he could bite the spot he had been licking and sucking earlier, that special spot where neck met shoulder. She cried out as her orgasm slammed into her just as her blood crossed his tongue. The man, though shocked at what his animal had done, realized it was too late to stop. Hoping for the best, he drank deep of his mate’s blood, his cat purring inside him as the man claimed Stacy for his mate.
His hips continued thrusting as he did, keeping her orgasm rolling through her until he felt his own release balling up at the base of his spine and rocketing through his body and out the tip of his cock. Pulling his teeth from her body and quickly licking the bite closed, he lifted his upper body from hers as his hips shoved deeper and harder one last time. Roaring out his orgasm, his hips continued pulsing, his body trying to get even further into his mate.
Once the orgasmic tension released him, he collapsed over her. As his cock slowly deflated inside her, he pulled against the rather limp hold she had on him and rolled them over so he lay with his back on the floor and she was curled up next to him with her head on his shoulder.
He grew concerned when she began to shiver. “You okay?”
She did not answer, but the shivering turned into full-body shaking.
“Stacy?” Lifting his head he looked at her, but she had dropped her head so all he could see was the top of it. Then he felt hot drops of tears on his chest. “Baby girl, what’s wrong? Talk to me. Please. I can’t fix what I don’t know is wrong.”
Chapter 5
Overwhelmed by the beauty of what they had just shared, Stacy could not find the words to express herself. And even if she could come up with the words, she would never have been able to say it aloud. Never before had she experienced anything as intense or all consuming as the orgasm they had just shared. She could feel the walls she had built to keep men from hurting her crumble and blow away like a time-elapsed film of a high wind destroying a sandcastle.
It took several more minutes before body and emotions finally settled again. She caught her breath and, only then, did she remember feeling pain at the base of her neck.
Lifting her head she looked at KJ in shock. “You bit me.”
He grinned at her before pulling her tighter to his side and kissing the top of her head. “Yes, I did.” He sounded way too happy. Had he gotten drunk off of one beer? Or was something else going on?
“Don’t you know the human mouth is a hotbed for bacteria? I could get some kind of flesh-eating infection from that bite,” she said. She tried to roll away, but KJ’s arm tightened, keeping her where she was.
The hand now wrapped around her back slid even further to cup her right breast. “Don’t worry, mate. You can’t get an infection from my bite,” he assured her, his voice low, soft, and sexy enough to start things low in her belly to purring again.
Sudden fear that, like the men before him, KJ was lying to get what he wanted, she jerked out of his arms, rolled off the bed, and hurried to the bathroom. “I’ve got to clean it before it gets infected.”
After flipping on the variable light over the mirror and turning it on high, she looked in the mirror. Frowning, she leaned closer. There was no open wound. There was no big black bruise mark from KJ sucking on her. There was a mark at the base of her neck, but it looked like it had been there for days and not just a few minutes.
What was going on? She had not imagined KJ’s teeth sinking deep or him sucking blood from her body.
She tensed when KJ appeared next to her in the mirror then shifted to stand behind her. He traced his fingers over the scar before leaning in and swirling his tongue over the area. Heat and need exploded in the area just behind her clit at the same time her knees went weak.
“I told you, mate, you cannot get an infection from me. It’s physically impossible. Now come back to bed. I want to