UnexpectedFind (16 page)

“Very. We’re damn hard to kill too.”

His answer didn’t mesh with what she knew of shifters. The
hyena that attacked her boys had died easily but he’d been in his animal form
at the time. Maybe it made a difference.

Her confusion must’ve shown because Rafe said, “Royals are
stronger than the single animal shifters.”

“Royals?”

“Multi-animal shifters. We’re revered by the shifter world
because we’re direct descendants of the gods.” Grinning, he stepped closer so
he crowded her against the sink. “You should feel special, my Jasmine. Not many
females get to ride a royal cock.”

She linked her arms around his neck and let the concern over
the past fade along with the worry about Rafe’s intentions toward her. The only
thing she cared about now was the man eyeing her with half-lidded golden eyes.
She was drawn to Rafe, needed his lips on her. She rubbed against the bulge in
his pants. It hardened and the ridge pushed more firmly into her belly.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind that I’m a commoner. My pappy
came over to America on the boat from Poland. There isn’t an ounce of blue
blood in my veins.”

Rafe kept his hands planted on the surface by her waist and
bent over her. He pressed his lips lightly to her forehead. “I don’t care about
your heritage.”

“What do you care about?”

He skimmed his lips over her temple to her ear and
whispered, “Getting inside you again.”

He kissed his way across her jaw and covered her mouth with
his before she could speak. Her thoughts drifted away. She opened to him. He
swept inside in a confident, lazy way that left her breathless, aroused and
eager for more of his attention. She slid her foot up along the length of his
calf. With his hand under her other leg, he urged her to wrap around him. She
did and linked her ankles behind him. He tilted his head and continued to lead
her in the dance she’d rarely shared with another man. Rafe worshipped her,
made an art of joining their mouths. It was the only way she could describe the
deep swipes and rolling thrusts.

She turned her head, breaking the kiss, and panted, “Rafe, I
need…”

Rafe bent his head and sucked her nipple through the loose tank
top she wore. The words got stuck in her throat. He licked the erect peak and
the wet cloth rubbed the sensitive tip. She squirmed, tried to get away from
his teasing licks, but he moved his hands to the middle of her back, holding
her still. He latched back on to her cotton-covered breast and drew it into his
mouth. The deep pulls on the flesh created an equal tug in her womb. The sense
of emptiness returned, more pronounced than earlier. She ground against his
trapped cock. She wanted him inside her, thrusting and taking her to the edge
of paradise—but a different hunger built, one she knew Rafe wouldn’t mind
squelching.

She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled until he
released her breast. Completely golden eyes met her gaze. She liked knowing she
brought out his animal side. It made what they were doing seem dangerous, but
in a good way, one that had her cream flowing and clit thumping.

“Take me upstairs, Rafe.” She licked her lips and purred, “I
want my dessert.”

Those feline eyes widened and a grin spread. Fangs slid into
place. She pressed a finger between his slightly parted lips and traced each
one. Rafe shuddered. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand back.

“Not here, baby. That feels like you’re stroking my cock.
Save it for when I’m balls-deep inside you,” he uttered in a voice slurred by
the distended teeth.

He swung her into his arms and jogged up the rear kitchen
steps. He took her down the short hall to her bedroom. The door clicked behind
them. He dropped her onto the bed and she scrambled up in time to watch Rafe
pull his shirt over his head. Ridges of muscles bunched with the move. Other
than the few minutes when she studied his sleeping body in the hotel room, she
hadn’t seen him naked long enough to appreciate him.

The heavily muscled chest that felt good under her cheek was
flawless, a natural curving of flesh body-builders strived for but never
achieved. Only a fine dusting of blond hair covered his chest and arrowed down
to his groin. She let her eyes travel over the expanse of muscle, down his abs
and stopped at where Rafe’s fingers were stilled over the waistband of his
jeans. He popped the button and slowly dragged the zipper down, but instead of
letting his erection free, he covered it with his hand.

She flicked her gaze up to his and found him watching her.

“You want this?”

The sex or his cock? She wasn’t sure what he was asking for
but she nodded anyway. Once she put her mouth on him, she’d get exactly what
she wanted. She didn’t doubt that for a minute.

A pleased look passed over his face. “Clothes, Jasmine. I
want you naked.”

“I don’t need to be naked to do this, Rafe.” She curled her
fingers. “Come here and let me show you.”

He molded the length and the swollen head peeked past his
fingers. She dropped her gaze and stared open-mouthed at it. The tip glistened
and her mouth watered.

“You’re not the only one hungry. I crave another taste of
you, my female.” She shook her head and he ordered, “Take them off. Now.”

“You first,” she countered.

Rafe kicked his boots off and dragged the denim down his
legs. He strode toward the bed, the straight length of his erection pointing
toward her, but stopped just out of reach. She dropped her gaze to his penis.
Veins ran from head to root, offering her a perfect path to lick. Its width
would make it hard to take in. It didn’t deter her. She was determined to
swallow him, make him as crazy as he made her. She crawled to the end of the
bed and yanked her top over her head. She undid the clasp on her strapless bra
and let it fall.

She stretched her hand toward him but her fingertips didn’t
reach his cock. She crawled off the bed and went to him. Her pants lifted her
breasts and the erect tips rubbed his thighs. Electricity skipped across her
skin. It was nice, made her desire grow but it wasn’t the kind of pleasure she
wanted. With one hand on his ass to hold him in place, she ran her fingertips
along a raised vein.

“Take it in your hand,” Rafe encouraged her.

She ignored his instruction and traced the ridge around the
head. With a finger, she swiped up a drop of his essence and brought it to her
mouth. She licked it off and moaned. Strong and earthy, he tasted potent, full
of life. Eager for more, she leaned close and teased the slit with the tip of
her tongue until more welled. Perfect. He slid his hands into her hair and
tugged to pull her back, but she refused to be dissuaded. She sucked the head
in, swirling her tongue around the edge.

The bite of pain from his tug only added to her pleasure,
made her feel as if she were doing something naughty. She moaned around the
head. Rafe cursed. His fingers went lax.

No longer trying to drag her off, he massaged her scalp. “That’s
good, love. Take more of me in.”

She nibbled on the tip. Rafe squirmed. He shifted his hips
to escape her teasing but she drew him deep. The head hit the back of her
throat. Using the edge of her nails, she traced the shaft from the nest of
curls to her lips. She luxuriated in the groan he offered up in response.

It might’ve been a long time since she’d given oral sex but
she hadn’t forgotten this. The vulnerable, yet powerful position of having a
man’s cock in her mouth. With his hands holding her head in place, Rafe could
easily take control of this moment but didn’t. He held perfectly still and his
rough pants told her he waited eagerly for her attentions.

The control was hers and she took it. She molded the length.
Holding the root of his shaft, she drew back, sucking as the length pulled free
of her mouth. She studied the shiny head while she danced her fingers lazily
over his rod. With a flattened tongue, she licked from the ridge down the
length of the wide shaft. The wetness from her mouth made his cock glisten,
lubricating the slide of her hand. She stroked him languidly and pressed kisses
to the head.

“Jasmine,” Rafe groaned.

He thrust into her loose grip and pushed the head to her
lips. No, she wasn’t ready yet. She flicked the seam and eased her mouth
farther away, working him instead with her hands. Rough tugs followed by quick
strokes left him groaning. She let her free hand linger on his flexing buttocks
a moment more, then slid it around and linked her fingers around his cock,
forming a tight circle. He fucked the ring she made without any prompting from
her. The silken rod she held swelled more. More groans fell from his lips. She
released him, sucking him deep in one quick move.

“Fuck,” Rafe grunted. The hands in her hair tightened. “More
baby, take more.”

The cock in her mouth filled her, stretched her lips wide.
She fought her gag reflex. With slow breaths through her nose, she relaxed her
throat, took him in. Rafe pushed deeper, lodging more of his length inside. Her
throat closed around him. She couldn’t breathe. The panic that only came with
the loss of control swept through her. Another long heartbeat passed but he
pulled back until only the head was trapped between her lips. She sucked in a
breath. The next thrust filled her but the shaft dragged over her tongue before
the feeling became uncomfortable.

“So good, so tight,” he bit out.

Rafe fucked her mouth with short strokes that quickened
along with his pants. He pushed deeper until once again she couldn’t breathe.
She dug her nails into his ass. The muscles under her palms tensed and he came
with a rough grunt. Blasts of hot seed shot down her throat, but he pulled back
before it choked her and filled her mouth. She swallowed his release, swirling
her tongue over the head to get the last drops.

She let his penis slip from her lips. In the next breath, he
lifted her and covered her mouth his. The rawness of his kiss fed an equal
primal hunger within her. Teeth banged and the tips of his fangs cut her
tongue. Blood flavored the kiss along with the last of his cum. Rafe growled,
shifted the angle of his mouth and thrust deeper. His sweeping tongue left her
exposed and vulnerable, this time to a passion she couldn’t quench. Every
encounter with Rafe made her crave another. She couldn’t get enough of him.

Rafe pulled back and golden eyes focused on hers. They
stayed locked in each other’s gazes for a long moment before she went flying
through the air. She squeaked and bounced on the mattress. His rough hands
grabbed her ankles and he dragged her to the end of the bed. The sound of
ripping cloth met her ears. He lifted her bottom and tugged the material away.

He pushed her thighs open with his shoulders and bent his
head, licking up through her cleft to her clit. The quick flicks he delivered
to the nub tightened the bundle of nerves, sensitized it. She squirmed, unable
to escape his teasing. His arm over her hips held her in place. His teeth
closed around the nub and the press of his fangs against the hooded edge tore a
whimper from her throat, but he didn’t hurt her. Not even close. She hovered on
the brink of ecstasy.

“Rafe, need…”

He answered her with the press of his tongue to the spot he’d
teased. The orgasm rolled over her. He flicked his tongue over her clit to keep
it going. Pleasure neared the point of pain, but he took her down, eased her
from the edge and left her limp.

Sated and relaxed, sleep called. She closed her eyes but
Rafe flipped her. He tugged her to the edge, bent her over the bed. With his
palm on her ass holding her still, he stroked the head of his cock along her
drenched cleft. She shuddered, tried to scramble away but he pushed the head
between her swollen lips. Still sensitized from her orgasm, her sheath clenched
around the invasion. Rocking into her, he forced his way past her pulsing
muscles.

Once lodged deep, he collapsed on top of her. Her breath
whooshed out with his dead weight. A moment later, he pushed up on his elbows
and dragged his cock back through her core.

“Heaven, baby. My personal heaven,” he breathed the praise
against her neck.

Another thrust and he filled her. It was heaven and the
steady rhythm of his strokes took her to the stars. He slid his arm under her
chest and urged her to her knees. The new position pulled him deeper and each
thump of his cock reverberated up through her body.

His mouth closed over her shoulder right where her neck met
bone. He laved the spot with his tongue while he steadily fucked her. The pace
of his pistoning hips quickened. Sharp fangs pressed into her skin. She tensed,
waiting for the bite, the one Mira wore. He pressed his fingertip to her clit
and thrummed it. An orgasm rolled through her. Waves swept from the top of her
sheath to her womb. He tore his mouth away and buried his face against her
neck. Hot jets of seed filled her but the bite she’d expected never came.

The pleasure was wonderful, a full-body release that left
her sated. When he tucked her against his chest, she snuggled close but tears
filled her eyes. She waited until Rafe’s deep, slow breaths told her he slept
then let the drops fall. She sobbed but didn’t know why she was so upset he
hadn’t bitten her. She shouldn’t want anything permanent. It was too soon. She
should just enjoy their time together, not worry about the future, but dammit,
she wanted to be treasured for life. Loved.

Sure, Rafe would always keep her sated and happy…unless he
walked away. Found someone else.

The thought she’d had last night came back to her and she
wondered if she’d been right about regretting the sex they’d shared. But her
regrets didn’t matter now, did they? Rafe had sealed her fate. He’d claimed her
as a beloved human. Owned her.

She’d always known being part of the shifter world was
dangerous, but now that her emotions were on the line, it was deadly. She wasn’t
so sure she’d survive her time with Rafe, at least not with her heart intact.