“More so,” he said softly.
She smiled. “Maybe.”
“But still, the human ceremony is quite beautiful, and my brother has come all this way with his wife to stand beside me. I have endured his stupid grins and gloating manner long enough. He believes you have me wrapped around your little finger. You will go through with this, Jaxon, just to pay for that alone.”
“Maybe we could go hide out in the mountains, Lucian.” Jaxon stood up and went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing up against him suggestively. “Someplace where we can be alone.”
He turned immediately and took her into his arms. “You are blatantly trying to seduce me into missing our wedding and disappointing our guests. Shame on you, angel. And I am so susceptible to your charms.” His voice held that husky note of desire that always took her breath away.
“Many charms,” she corrected, turning up her mouth to be kissed.
He obliged her, bending his head to her instantly, his mouth moving slowly, thoroughly over hers. His mouth was hot and moist, his tongue dancing with hers suggestively. Her fingers brushed at his long, thick ebony hair lovingly, then slid to his shirt to push it from his shoulders, letting her burrow against his skin. “I don’t care if all our guests miss us. I want you, Lucian.”
“You cannot wait a few hours?” he teased her. “I made love to you just this rising.”
Her eyes darkened, and she allowed her robe to slip from her shoulders. “Let’s have more hot, crazy sex, then. It works for me.”
His dark eyebrows shot up, but he obediently waved a hand so the room’s door lock snicked into place. His body tightened painfully, hard and throbbing in anticipation. “You are, after all, my lifemate, and I can do no other than to keep you happy.” His clothes floated to the floor immediately.
Pressed as she was against him, Jaxon found the thick evidence of his compliance thrust temptingly against her bare breasts. She cupped him in her hand, her fingers sliding, caressing, stroking until his breath slammed out of his lungs. “It seems to me, since I’m being so demanding, that I should help you out… get you in the mood.” Her breath was deliberately warm on him. She blew softly, gently, her tongue stroking curling heat along his length.
A rough growl escaped from his throat. Jaxon laughed softly. He was pushing against her. “I’m not quite sure what you want,” she teased.
His fist bunched in her tousled hair. “I will make myself perfectly clear,” he murmured softly. “Open your mouth.”
He threw back his head, arching more deeply into her as her mouth, hot and moist, closed tightly over the most sensitive part of him. Her tongue teased and danced as her hand tightened to slide over him again and again. “Jaxon,” he groaned, forgetting the wedding, the guests, everything but her mouth and her hand.
Reveling in his reaction, Jaxon forgot she was deliberately seducing him, the haze of his pleasure echoing in her own mind. She wanted him so much she couldn’t think clearly. This was no longer a ploy to distract him but a necessity.
“Are you ready for me? You have to be ready for me,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
She lifted her head slowly and smiled at him sexily. Very deliberately she slid her hand down her body, drawing his attention to her breasts, her narrow rib cage, her stomach. She heard his breath catch as he watched her fingers disappear between her legs. She moved, a sensuous ripple of her body, then withdrew her fingers to hold them up to him. Glistening. Hot.
Lucian bent his head and drew her fingers into his mouth, his black eyes burning over her. Without any further preliminaries, he simply lifted her into his arms. Jaxon wrapped her legs around him and began to settle over him, taking him into her body inch by exquisite inch until he filled her, stretched her. “All of me, honey, take all of me,” he whispered in encouragement. Her breath came in small, needy gasps as she took him into her sheath, hot and slick and so tight he was shuddering with pleasure. It was her desire, her need, that drove them now, and Lucian let her set the pace.