Shifter Magnetism (19 page)

“Nic, I was doing something.” She pouted.

She was doing something, all right—trying to drive him to his knees. He moved his fingers lower until they reached the slippery wetness between her legs. He stroked inside her twice, making sure she was ready to take him before he lifted her, pressing her back against the shower wall. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, opening her core to him.

She leaned forward and nipped at his lip, startling both the man and the wolf. She smiled and did it again, and the playful action pushed him completely over the edge. He captured her mouth at the same moment he rested his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She squirmed, and he held himself there, teasing her until she bit his lip again but more sharply.

He rocketed into her, catching her gasp against his lips. Warm, wet, and tight. The feel of her snatched his good sense, and he pulled almost completely out again, only to slam back into her harder.

“Faster, harder.”

He swallowed those words too, giving in to her demands. Why not, when it was what he wanted as well. His hands, still clutching her ass, squeezed and kneaded. He loved her ass and told her so.

She laughed, then moaned. “I know. I love your ass too.”

He could spend his life sliding in and out of her heat, chest pressed against the best rack in the universe, holding the ass of his dreams. He tried to make it last. He felt his climax in the tightening of his balls and the stiffening of his legs. He wanted this to last longer. He wanted to stay inside forever.

She had other plans. “Don’t you dare slow down.” Her nails scouring his back told him she meant business.

He reduced speed for two thrusts just for the joy of it before speeding up once more. Her body began hinting at her impending orgasm, and he closed his eyes against his. He thrust faster, harder, giving her everything he had. Even though he knew she was close, her climax still took him by surprise with its intensity. Her pussy clamped down on him so tight, pulsing with her pleasure, that he could only ride it with her. He kissed her neck, scraping his teeth across her skin, and she climaxed again, dragging him along.

They remained that way, holding each other tightly, until their heartbeats slowed.

The water had cooled by the time they remembered the shower they’d been taking, and they made quick work of it. He dried her body, then his, took her bottle of lotion, and proceeded to give her a full-contact massage. Just when he was about to slide back into the warmth of her body, she managed to maneuver out from under him on the bed.

“Wait.”

“You are such a tease.” He pressed his face into a pillow.

She laughed. “I promise I’m a sure thing; just give me a minute.”

He heard a dresser drawer, then closet open and close. He listened as she slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Interested now that he knew she wasn’t headed for a water break, he sat up against the pillows and waited. He liked it when she played dress up. Reaching down to stroke his aching cock, he amended that to loved it.

The sound of the door opening pulled his attention to the bathroom door, and he realized she wanted to give him a heart attack. He sat up quickly and pressed his feet to the floor. He didn’t know where to look first. The click of her heels as she walked toward him drew his eyes down to the very prissy but open-toe black heels. The straps around her ankles drew his gaze up along the black stockings. The tops caressed her thighs with black lace. Black garters connected the stockings to a satin corset a shade of purple the color of iced raspberry-blueberry sorbet. It and the matching tiny panties peeking from underneath were trimmed in black lace.

But the highlight, the detail that kept pulling his eyes back time and again, was that the dainty little corset covered not one square inch of her beautiful breasts. The corset shelved them, framed them, but it made no attempt to cover them.

She strutted her way over to him and stood between his spread legs. She was the absolute best mate on the entire planet, and he would buy a lingerie company just so he could be happy like this every day.

“Step back.” There may have been more than a touch of the wolf in his voice.

He stood as she retreated, keeping his hands clasped behind him. If he touched her, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t rip the damn thing off her body and fall on her without finesse. Both of her hands came up and rested on her hips, and he caught the whimper before it escaped his mouth.

“Stay just like that.” He couldn’t help the command in his voice.

She shivered but maintained her pose. He stalked around to get a good view of the rear and discovered the panties had no back, only a tiny triangle of lace resting lovingly at the very top of the crease of her ample bottom. He closed his eyes for a moment, praying he could keep his shit together long enough to give her pleasure.

“Nic.”

“Shh. No talking.”

“Why not?”

“Well, let’s see. You sashayed your pretty ass out here in an outfit that is going to give me twitches for a week, at least.” He slipped a hand around her waist, pressing her spine against his front and rubbing his cock against her bottom. He nipped her ear. “Your entire body is being presented for my pleasure. Your pretty nipples are sitting out just waiting for my fingers and mouth to tease them. The satin on the corset is going to force me to run my hands over it, maybe pull you closer to feel the lace rub against my skin. The garters are framing your pussy, the panties cupping it and keeping it warm for me. I do have to warn you they don’t mask the smell of your arousal from me. But then again, they aren’t covering much, are they, including this lovely ass?”

She shook her head even as the smell of her arousal thickened in the air. He closed his eyes again, wrenching himself into strict control. He splayed his hands across her belly, spreading his fingers toward her satin-covered lips, and he forced himself to stop. Not yet. Not yet.

“Of course I must kiss my way up your legs and thighs while I rub my hands over those sheer black stockings.” She undulated, and he nestled her more tightly against him. “Uh-uh. I’m not ready for you to move yet. I haven’t even said anything about your little undercover-sexy-secretary shoes. Maybe you’d like to press them into my back while I fuck you hard and fast, hmm?”

A little tremble started in her limbs.

He smiled before walking her closer to the bed. “Sit down.”

He waited until she was seated and then grabbed both of her calves, pulling her legs apart and dragging her ass as close to the edge of the bed as it would go. She automatically leaned back on her hands, which thrust her breasts even farther out.

“Stay exactly like that, Leila.”

LEILA DREW IN a deep breath, surprised her new inner wolf wasn’t trying to take over. Earlier, the wildness inside her had commanded her to press him further. Push him further. Now she wanted to be worshipped. Who would have thought erotic words from a man would have her on the very edge of her pleasure?

His entire body was tense. All those sleek muscles tightened for her to admire as he stood over her. The muscle of his jaw stiffened, and his eyes had a wild, out-of-control quality she found she liked very much. His gaze burned over her skin, telling her without words she was sexy and desirable. His stare dropped between her legs, and she knew what he saw. She was lewdly displayed for him. When he’d positioned her at the edge of the bed, her thong had settled snuggly between the lips of her pussy.

Maybe he should get a bit closer and take care of the ache he’d created there. She moved one stocking-clad leg closer to the other. He was on his knees between her legs so quickly it startled a gasp from her. The next second he was pushing her legs just a bit wider, his touch not as gentle as it could be. Her heart raced, and she thought about moving again so he would repeat the action. Her mate was out of control, and she liked it.

She watched with interest as he made himself release her legs a finger at a time. Jaw tight and eyes squinting, he seemed to wrestle his desire back into control. She wasn’t sure she liked that considering she could be on her back right now getting fucked, but she’d go with it. He’d never done anything in bed she hadn’t liked before.

Starting with a kiss to the top of her foot, he kept his promise and massaged her and kissed his way up her legs. She held her breath each time he got within licking distance of her pussy. When he finished the top of her second thigh, rising to run kisses along her belly and still missing the mark, she thought about putting a hand on his head and pressing him back down.

But then he sat on the edge of the bed and captured her nipple in his mouth. She sighed at the exquisite pleasure of the suction of his lips as his large hands rose to knead the soft globes. Her lower half undulated with each stroke. Her desire for Nic was a fire in her blood and flames across her skin. He devoured her breasts, licking and nuzzling the flesh, sucking her nipples. Her damn arms began to shake, and he used his arm wrapped around her back to hold her in place and cuddle her close.

He’d asked her to be quiet, but she wasn’t going to be able to do it. Her pussy throbbed, aching for touch. Closing her eyes against the pleasure, she couldn’t resist reaching down and slipping her hand under the side of the thong. The first touch of her fingers against her warm, moist flesh urged her on. She needed it.

A larger, calloused hand joined hers. Her eyes popped open as Nic’s long fingers slipped around hers and through her folds. She shifted her touch to rubbing her clit as he easily slid inside her.

“Yes, more.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Her body was hungry, and she thrust her hips, grinding against Nic’s fingers as they thrust inside her. She worked her clit, alternating from light to heavier movements. She was so close. She shut her eyes, pushed harder against Nic’s fingers, and shattered. She cursed the air blue as sparks of light exploded behind her lids.

Gasping for breath, she felt Nic’s arm draw away from her, and she slid, boneless, back onto the bed until she felt her panties being torn away. She jerked up onto her elbows in time to watch Nic thrust his mouth against her core. The first lick of his tongue dropped her down on the mattress. She was still sensitive from her last orgasm and began to wiggle and close her legs. The suction of his lips and licks of his tongue were delicious in an almost painful way.

Nic was having none of it as he placed his palms against her quivering thighs and slowly spread them as wide as they would go. She gripped the sheets as his mouth and tongue returned her body to the very edge of ecstasy.

Is he hungry?
He was eating her as if his life depended on it. His grip on her thighs tightened as she alternately tried to scoot away from his determined mouth and shove her pussy into his face. She knew neither one of them was in control. His fangs were down, she could feel their sharpness against the soft lips of her pussy, and the danger of sharp teeth near her core teased more cream from her body as her heartbeat accelerated.

She moved restlessly. “I wish your dick was in my mouth.”

When his mouth stopped moving, she froze with him, sensing danger. Delicious, edgy danger. His labored breathing against her core sent shivers along her body. He loosened his grip on her thighs and tucked his arms under them, grabbing her ass. He then proceeded to lift her lower half off the bed and nuzzled his face back into her pussy. He sucked her clit, enticing pleasure through her limbs, stiffening her spine. The tightness in her belly scared her. Tense, she perched on the very brink of satisfaction.

And then the very tip of his fang caught on her delicate folds, snagging and slightly piercing the skin. She splintered; the taut ball of trapped bliss inside her imploded, stealing her thoughts, her voice, her sight, and her hearing. There was nothing left but the pounding of her heart and the feeling of her mate licking her lightly, soothing any pain he might have caused.

Her senses came back with a whoosh, leaving her completely open to his tongue, shaking uncontrollably, moaning, and pretty sure tears were falling from the corners of her eyes. More than her body lay exposed, and she tried to gather herself, wrangle the soft parts of her back under lock and key. She attempted to shove them down under common sense and a warning that what they shared was phenomenal sex, not some epic love story.

She couldn’t put herself together fast enough, and suddenly he loomed over her, his eyes a mix of brown and amber, wolf and man.

“Give me everything.” His words were soft yet demanding.

When he captured her mouth, consuming it as he’d tried to do with her pussy, she surrendered. She let go, ignored the voice inside herself calling her a damn fool, and reached out for him, returning his hunger. She traced his fangs with her tongue and wrapped both of her arms around his neck.

He ended the kiss and urged her to turn over. Dazed, she soon found herself farther up on the bed. Propped on elbows and knees, she lowered her head to her crossed arms as he spread her legs wider. The bed dipped slightly as he crawled up behind her. His hands moved to her bottom, and he molded the cheeks, petting and stroking her until he simply waited behind her, holding the globes open. Her pussy tightened and released, still anticipating being filled even though it had been pleasured.

“I’m sorry, Leila. There won’t be anything slow and easy about me fucking you this time.” His voice was guttural, and she understood he was at the end of his control.

She arched back, loving the feel of her nipples sliding against the sheets. Then she mimicked his words back to him. “Give me everything.”

He slammed into her before she had the last word out. She wasn’t adjusted before he withdrew almost completely from her and slammed in again. He gripped her hips hard, hauling her back into his thrusts. Her world immediately descended into feeling and sound. The slap of his pelvis against her ass contrasted with the wet noises of her pussy trying to hold on to his cock. The feeling of her juices running down her thighs melded with the bruising pain of his hold on her hips. Her breasts dragged across the sheet with every sharp thrust. She pinched one of her nipples, leaving the other to scrape against the bedding, and climaxed as she hit sensory overload.