Hidden Crimes (17 page)

Evina snorted under her breath.

“It is,” he insisted.

They’d reached her bedroom on the second
floor. Elf Barbie’s pink convertible was parked outside the door,
but thankfully hadn’t been driven in. Evina’s room was no worse off
than when she’d left it this morning. Bracing herself, she shut the
door behind Nate and turned on a bedside light.

“Sorry I didn’t make the—”

Nate silenced her apology with a kiss.

It wasn’t just any kiss, but a deceptively
lazy demonstration of his ability to seduce. Slow and sweet, the
kiss melted her from the inside out. His arms came around her as
she leaned into and up to him, his warm palms cruising from her
shoulder blades to the lower curve of her butt. She obeyed their
urging to rock her hips closer. His cock was rising beneath his
jeans, its solidity increasing by the second. As they kissed, he
rubbed the ridge in a slow rotation against her stomach. The heat
that had been simmering inside her grew heavy.

When he drew his head back, her eyes didn’t
want to open.

“I take it tonight’s activities need to stay
quiet?”

“What? Oh. Yes. My kids . . . I don’t want
them to be confused.”

“I understand.” His fingers drew figure
eights on her bottom, making her want to push back to them. His
eyes were slumberous, his gaze focused on her lips. His black
expression-concealing lashes inspired tremors in her sex. “Where’s
your bathroom?”

Bemused, she pointed it out.

He disappeared inside, the sound of him doing
personal things in there weirdly appealing. This wasn’t a
fling-your-partner-down-and-take-her encounter. This was almost
domestic. Evina sat on her rumpled bed—whose memory foam thankfully
didn’t squeak—and took off her shoes. Nate washed his hands, then
rummaged for who knew what in her medicine cabinet. Extra
toothbrush, she realized as she heard him brushing his pearly
whites.

Evina peeled off her top and caught herself
smiling. She tried to erase the expression, but her lips curved
again. She unzipped her jeans, stood, and pushed them down her
legs. Her underwear was nothing special, just what she’d grabbed
from her everyday drawer when she got up. Deciding it wasn’t worth
leaving on, she’d tossed it toward the closet when Nate prowled
back into the bedroom.

He was bare-ass naked, his skin toasty brown
all over, his erection shooting high and thick from the hair at his
groin. Bouncing a bit with his strides, his glans shone with
excitement.

“Yum,” she said, the first word that came to
mind.

He grinned slyly, remaining where he was so
she could circle him and admire. He didn’t seem to know what
shyness was. His glutes tensed for her, the layered muscles of his
back and rear truly a sight to see. Reluctantly, Evina came back
around to his front.

“Should I feel objectified?” he teased.

She balanced her fingertips on the light
furring of his chest, enjoying the feel of his life pulsing under
his skin. Their thighs were inches apart. “Maybe.”

“Do you have something in mind you’d like to
do to me?”

The playful way he put this seemed to give
her permission for anything. “Do you trust me?”

His eyes searched hers, his amusement
deepening. “More than you might expect.”

That delighted her so much she had to bite
her lip.

Both times they’d been together he’d
overwhelmed her. She’d enjoyed that surprisingly much. This time,
though, she wanted to show him her alpha tigress claws.

Grinning, she went down on her stomach to
wriggle under her queen size bed.

“Not that I’m complaining about the view,”
Nate said from above her, probably because her butt stuck out, “but
I don’t think I can fit with you under there.”

“Ha ha.” She emerged, breathless and dusty,
with her prize.

Nate’s brows drew together when he got a look
at it. “Extra sheets? Shouldn’t we save those for after we’ve
dirtied the ones you’ve got?”

“You forget who I live with. This only looks
like linens fresh from the store.” She held out the package. Nate
undid the plastic flap.

“Aha,” he said, pulling out the wooden box
that was cleverly concealed between pillowcases. He set the box on
the bed and opened it carefully.

As the lid came up on its hinge, Evina’s
private toys were revealed. Nestled in rich red velvet were a small
and extremely quiet vibrator, a dildo, a silver butt plug with an
extra curve to the tip, a cock ring, lubricant, and a pair of
padded leather cuffs.

To Evina’s pleasure, Nate smiled at the
contents. His fingertips stroked the leather cuffs. “I must admit,
you’ve taken me by surprise. I wouldn’t have pegged you as being
quite this adventurous.”

“Do you object to anything in that box being
used on you?”

His gaze shifted from the case to her, the
asymmetry of his lower lip making his smile slant even more to the
left. “The dildo doesn’t look comfortable.”

“But other than that?”

“No, no objections.” His eyes were twinkling,
maybe a bit too amused.

“Will you need a gag to keep from shouting? I
can fashion one from a scarf.”

His humor dialed back a notch as he realized
she was serious. Evina meant this exchange to have a genuine edge.
He appeared intrigued rather than disturbed, which she was happy
for. Nate wouldn’t fear a challenge that she could tell.

“I like to talk,” he said, “as you might have
noticed, but I do promise I can keep quiet when there’s a
need.”

“No matter what?”

A sharper sort of humor narrowed his eyes.
“Bring it on, Evina. I’d
love
to have you pull out your
stops for me.”

Her fierce feline grin made him blink,
exactly as it was supposed to. She gestured to her headboard, which
was framed on either side by a short post and finial. “On the
mattress, please,” she said. “On your knees, with one hand on each
bedpost. I’d like
you
to present for
me
.”

He knew what she meant; she saw that from the
subtle erotic shudder that rolled through him. When his hands were
where she wanted—not a problem, given how tall he was—she crawled
onto the bed and attached his wrists to the posts with the padded
cuffs. Nate tugged once to test the restraints, the combination of
the leather and his muscles made him seem gladiator-like. Once he’d
established her knots would hold, he looked back at her over his
beautifully developed shoulder. Something in his eyes excited her
very much. He was struggling with this a little, wanting to warn
her not to push him too far, but also not wanting to miss out.

“A weretiger could snap those ties,” she
informed him. “I assume the same holds true for werewolves.”

“In tiger form, your kind has more strength.
In human form, studies show we’re neck and neck.”

His voice was breathy, which sent a thrill
zinging to her sex. She pulled the clasp from his ponytail, parting
his straight black hair to fall to either of his neck. She stroked
the vertebrae she’d bared with the backs of her knuckles. “Do you
remember how you bit me here the other night?”

“It’s instinct for male wolves to do
that.”

She trailed her hand to his tailbone, loving
how his skin shivered. “It’s instinct for male cats too. No male
wants his mate to escape when he’s shooting his seed in her.”

“Christ,” Nate said, letting out a brief
pant.

Evina smiled and nipped the ball of his
shoulder. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to talk in bed. She
moved behind him, her knees digging into the unmade covers outside
his calves. Because they were there, right in front of her, she
wrapped her hands around his butt cheeks and gave them a good
squeeze.

Something dripped to the covers that she
didn’t think was sweat.

“Has a man ever taken you like this?” she
asked. “From behind?”

Nate craned around to her again. “No.” He
pleased her by not sounding offended. “That’s not a kink of mine.
Is men doing it together something you enjoy thinking about?”

Evina drew her tongue around her upper lip,
appreciating the way his gaze followed it. Her hands continued to
knead and circle his butt muscles. “I don’t dislike the idea, but I
have one problem.”

“Which is?”

“That I’d rather be the man doing the taking,
instead of watching it. When you’re a woman, even if you’re alpha,
sometimes men treat you as if you aren’t as tough as they are.”

“Physically, you’re not.”

“Perhaps. But toughness has to do with more
than the physical.”

“So . . .” Nate wet his own lips. “You want
to take me the way a man would.”

She smiled. “I want to do more than to take
you. I want you to feel ravished.”

~

Nate didn’t think a woman had ever spoken to
him like that. Certainly, none had gotten her results. His cock
stiffened beneath him as if it meant to break records for
steel-hard rigidity.

“I suppose . . . everyone deserves to feel
ravished now and then.”

She laughed as she kissed his back, then
retrieved the lube from her box of tricks. She held the tube
between the globes of her breasts, warming the gel it contained.
Her lack of self-consciousness implied this wasn’t her first ride
on the carousel. He
thought
he didn’t mind that. Considering
what she planned to do, probably it was best to be in experienced
hands.

Lubricant warmed, she squeezed two lines of
gel up her fingers and another down his crack. She rubbed her now
slick fingers along that line, stirring subtly pleasurable
sensations everywhere she touched. “You can relax. I’ll be careful
I don’t hurt you.”

He believed her but tensed when she pushed
two fingers into his orifice. This was an intimacy he wasn’t that
familiar with. Sensing he needed time to adjust, she left her
fingers unmoving inside him. The nerves in his outer reaches
tingled enjoyably.

“Can you sink closer to the bed?” she
asked.

He could and he did, shifting his knees
farther up the bed. Keeping the hand that speared him in place, she
moved over him, folding her body around his to blanket him. He’d
done this to her, more or less, though he was sure she felt
different. Her breasts were warm, their softness flattening against
him. With a crooning murmur, she began moving her fingers in and
out. He wasn’t prepared for that. Pleasure lashed through his lower
body in red-hot waves.

He bit his lip to prevent himself from
groaning.

“Good?” she whispered.

He nodded and arched his back, helpless not
to invite her to rub deeper. She slid her other hand down his
chest, skirting past his penis to palm his balls. Nate sucked in
air, his death grip on the bedposts helping to support both of
them. She squeezed him gently, testing how much force he liked.
Nate ground his teeth together. Hard or soft, everything she did
felt amazing to him.

She, however, was a perfectionist.

“I need lube,” she decided after a few
trials.

Oh God
, was all Nate could think.

Somehow she managed to get the gel on
one-handed. When she cupped him again, her hold was slick. She used
it to stretch his testicles, the repeated tug and release inspiring
increasingly powerful sensations, heightening the ones that built
in his back passage. Her hands were hot, her naturally warm
temperature rising as she got more into what she was doing. Soon
her nipples were burning pebbles against his back—exciting all by
themselves. He was glad she wasn’t pulling on his cock. He’d have
blasted off in seconds if she’d been doing that.

Of course, part of him thought blasting off
right then would have been fine. His cockhead pulsed so sharply it
felt like someone was tapping it.

“God,” he hissed between his teeth. “This is
making me crazy.”

Evina released his scrotum. “Hold on,” she
said. “I’ve got something that will help.”

Her hand came back to push the rubber cock
ring down his erection.

“Shit,” he said, because even that
stimulation was a tad too good.

“Is it too tight?” she asked. “It’s elf made.
It’s supposed to adjust to the wearer’s size.”

He couldn’t speak. The cock ring’s charm had
activated, and the rubber was constricting on his root. The
resulting pressure was perfect, snug and thick, providing an odd
combination of reassurance and frustration. The ring would keep him
from ejaculating. He’d stay hard and ready until she decided to let
him off the hook.

That knowledge was exciting too.

Her other fingers continued to move, slowly
fucking him from behind. It was as if she controlled him from all
directions, as if she really were taking charge of him. That she
could, that she didn’t
hesitate
, blew his mind.

“I’m okay,” he gasped, forcing it from his
throat. “The ring is . . . doing what it’s supposed to.”

Evina dragged the tip of her tongue between
his shoulder blades.

It was a simple enough caress, but it arched
his head back with desire. His hands tightened on the two wooden
balls they held, the movement reminding him the leather wrist cuffs
were there.

To his surprise, they cranked his lust up
another notch. This was going to be some climax when it finally won
free of him.

“I’ll get the other toy,” she said, easing
her fingers out.

Bereft of her digit’s skill, pride was all
that kept him from whimpering.

Thankfully, the other toy was the silver butt
plug. She lubed it but slid it into him unwarmed. The contrast of
his sizzling insides with the cool smooth metal drew a low moan
from him. He’d tried anal play before without it turning him on
like this. She seemed to be the magic ingredient: her interest in
doing this, her understanding of men’s bodies. The plug was thicker
and harder than her fingers, stretching him more than they had.