Rosalie Undone (Book Six)

by Elizabeth Kelly

  “Thank you, I – oh God!”

  He had licked the tip of one nipple and she immediately arched up. He growled again and cupped her right breast, squeezing it gently as he teased her nipple with his thumb. He bent his head and licked around her left nipple before pressing soft kisses along the underside of her breast.

  She tangled her fingers in his short hair as he kissed between her breasts and then sucked on her nipple. She moaned and arched again, moving one hand to his shoulder and gripping tightly. He kissed his way across her collarbone before licking at the bite mark at the base of her throat.

  He lifted his head and she cupped his face when he stared down at her. “I’m sorry, sweet Rosie.”

  “It’s fine,” she said again. “Hudson, I liked it when you bit me. It made my, um, orgasm more intense.”

  Dark light flared in his eyes and she gasped into his mouth when he kissed her hard. He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. He was so big that she didn’t worry at all about crushing him. She laid on top of him, straddling one thick thigh and rubbing her pussy against it as they kissed repeatedly. He threaded his hand through her hair, holding her steady while they kissed.

  “You’re a really good kisser,” she said breathlessly.

  “So are you.” He kissed the line of her jaw and then sucked on her earlobe.

  She moaned and then reached down, cupping the thick length of him through his jeans. He groaned into her ear and she rubbed him firmly as he skimmed his hands down her body and squeezed her ass.

  “Hudson?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I be on top this time?”

  “Yes,” he groaned when she gave him a gentle squeeze.

  “I want to, um, try reverse cowgirl. Is that okay?”

  “Whatever you want, honey.” Now it was his turn to arch into her hand. She sucked on his bottom lip before giving it a light nip.

  He growled, and she grinned when the beard appeared on his jaw. She kissed the rough hair and then kissed his throat as he squeezed and kneaded her ass again.

  “We should probably finish getting undressed,” she said.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  She laughed when he tipped her off of him onto the bed. He stood, and she had barely gotten her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped when Hudson, now naked, grabbed the waistband of her jeans and yanked them down her legs. They dragged her panties with them and he dropped both on the floor before pulling her socks off.

  “How did you get undressed so fast?” She asked.

  He just grinned at her and stretched out on the bed. It was long enough that his feet didn’t even come close to the end of the bed. He patted his flat stomach. “Hop on, cowgirl.”

  She giggled and was about to straddle him when he held her hip, preventing her from moving. “Wait, little human.”

  She frowned at him. “I don’t want to wait.”

  He shook his head. “I’m so fucking horny, I wasn’t thinking straight. You need to come first, baby. You need to be nice and wet before you -”

  “I’m already wet.” Feeling a little bold, she took Hudson’s hand and slipped it between her thighs. “See?”

  His rough fingers rubbed across her pussy and she moaned when he probed between her lips and caressed her clit.

  “Told you.” She was a little breathless, and she moaned again when he continued to rub her clit.

  “So wet,” he said. “But I want you to ride my fingers first.”

  “Hudson, I-I can’t just…”

  “You can,” he said. “Put my fingers inside your tight pussy, little human.”

  She bit at her bottom lip before sliding her own hand between her legs on top of Hudson’s. Feeling a little self-conscious, she guided his fingers toward her tight opening. She pressed them against her, and Hudson said, “Look at me, sweet Rosie.”

  She stared at him obediently and he gave her a small smile. “Don’t look away, baby.”

  He slid two of his fingers inside of her. She made a low sound of need, staring into his dark eyes, when he didn’t move them.

  “Hudson, please.”

  “Move your hips, honey.”

  She did what he asked, rocking her hips back and forth over his fingers. It felt incredible, and she spread her legs a bit wider and braced her hands on his flat stomach before riding his fingers hard. She cried out when he added a third finger, staring wide-eyed at him as he made a soothing sound.

  “That’s my girl. Keep going, honey.”

  She moved harder and faster, staring intently at Hudson as she did. He didn’t break her gaze, keeping his eyes on her face as she reached for her release. She was on the very edge when he abruptly pulled his fingers out of her pussy.

  “No!” Her nails dug into his abdomen, but he didn’t flinch, just grinned at her.

  She glared at him. “You’re the worst.”

  His grin turned into a laugh and he patted his stomach. “Now you can hop on.”

  Too turned on to feel any awkwardness, she straddled him backwards. She braced one hand on his thick thigh as his hands cupped her waist and helped to lift her. She gripped his cock, liking the sound of his harsh gasp, and helped guide it into her pussy.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. “Fuck, you’re so thick.”

  She took him little by little, Hudson helping her rise up and down on his cock until she finally took all of it. He braced his feet on the bed and she gripped his knees for support before making a few experimental thrusts. His hands gripped her ass and he squeezed roughly as she rode him.

  She stared at the wall, wishing she could see Hudson’s face. She thought about looking over her shoulder but that felt weird and awkward. She bit her lip and continued to ride him. She hated this position, she decided, hated not being able to see Hudson’s face and the way he looked at her with lust and need.

  She tried to move faster, suddenly anxious to get it over with so she could turn around and see Hudson again. Why did lion shifters even like having sex this way? There was no intimacy to it, no shared looks of mutual desire. Without being able to look at Hudson, he became just a warm body to fuck, something to use to slake her need.

  Bingo, her inner voice whispered. That’s why lion shifters like this position. They don’t have to look at the woman’s face, don’t have to pretend they care for her when they don’t. This is what it’ll be like, Rosie. No intimacy, no love. Just fucking. Is that what you really want?

  Hudson’s big hands suddenly cupped her hips, forcing her to a stop. “Rosie, what’s wrong?”

  * * *

  Hudson cupped Rosalie’s hips and made her stop. Although she was still riding him enthusiastically, the strong scent of her desire was fading. “Rosie, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” She stared at the wall. “Nothing’s wrong.”

  “Little human,” he said, “be truthful.”

  She perched on top of him, her soft, curvy body stiff and tense. He rubbed her lower back. “Tell me, honey.”

  “I don’t like this position.” She gave him a quick glance over her shoulder. “I’m sorry. Can I – would it be okay if I turned around?”

  “Yes,” he said immediately.

  Her body sagged with relief and she braced one hand on his abdomen before staring at him over her shoulder. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure.” He helped her climb off of him and she gave him a shy look as she knelt on the bed next to him.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. You can fuck me however you want.”

  Her face broke out into a smile – God, she was gorgeous when she smiled – and she threw one leg over his hips. “Thank you.”

  Her pussy rubbed against his aching cock and he gritted his teeth when she carefully slid her tight wet heat over him. Fuck, he was in goddamn heaven. He’d never been in a pussy as tight as Rosalie’s, and while he had no idea how she took all of him, he wasn’t complaining.

  Rosie was staring at him intently. “Oh, this is so much better,” she
breathed happily.

  He reached up and cupped her glorious tits. “Much,” he agreed.

  She smiled and arched into his hands, riding his dick with slow almost lazy thrusts of her body. He was glad she’d turned around. Not that the sight of Rosie’s ass wasn’t amazing, but he liked staring at her sweet face, liked watching the need wash across it.

  She moaned and ground herself against his cock, making him growl with need. Fuck, being with Rosie was everything he’d dreamed it would be, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her soft body, her low cries, the way she looked when she was stuffed full of his dick. Ever since they’d had sex, he’d been walking around with a permanent half-woody. The only thing that eased it was Rosalie’s tight pussy.

  She rode him a little harder, biting her full bottom lip in concentration as she bounced up and down. She was starting to lose her inhibition and shyness, and he gave one nipple a little tweak, making her cry out. His gaze dropped to the bite on her neck and he growled his disapproval to his polar bear. It had been his bear who had surged forward and given Rosalie the love bite, anxious to mark her in some way so that other shifters would stay away from her.

  It felt no shame over what it had done to his mate, but Hudson hated that he had bruised her. She was fragile, and he needed to remember that. But it was so hard to maintain control when he was fucking her. She was so wet and tight…

  “Hudson?’ Rosalie traced her soft hands over his chest.

  He raised his gaze to her face and she smiled at him before touching the bite mark. “It didn’t hurt, honey. I liked it.”

  His bear made a happy little growl when she called him ‘honey’. He wanted to roll his eyes at it, but truthfully, he was just as pleased. He gripped her hips and thrust upward, meeting each of her strokes.

  “Oh, oh, that’s so nice,” she moaned.

  “Rub your clit, honey,” he demanded.

  She reached down without any hesitation and rubbed at her perfect clit. He waited until her body was tensing, until she was almost about to come, before he took her wrist and pulled her hand away.

  She glared at him and slapped his wide chest with her free hand. “Hudson, no!”

  He grinned at her and grabbed her other wrist, pinning her hands against his chest before increasing the intensity of his thrusts. She forgot about her anger with him and bounced on his cock, her soft coos of excitement making him even harder.

  He kept her hands pinned with one hand and reached for her clit with the other. Her eyes widened, and she rubbed herself frantically against his fingers as he drove in and out of her. Her fingers dug into his chest, her thighs clamped around his waist and she came with a soft cry of excitement.

  Her pussy gripped him hard, squeezing his cock as her orgasm washed over her. He groaned her name and released her hands, grabbing her hips with both hands so he could hold her steady as he pumped in and out of her.

  She leaned over him, her full breasts brushing his chest and her hands gripping his shoulders. Her soft dark hair fell around them like a curtain and he stared into her eyes as he moved harder. Faster. His cock was swelling, and his balls tightened. When she pressed a soft open-mouth kiss against his lips, he made a hoarse shout and climaxed deep inside of her.

  She ground against him, keeping her gaze locked on his face as he came and came and came some more. She took every bit of his seed deep into her soft, supple body. When she tried to slide off of him, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against his body. She rested her head on his chest and he stroked her bare back from her shoulder blades to her hips.

  She made a contented sound and snuggled into him. He was softening, but he kept her where she was, enjoying the soft weight of his mate on top of him. God, her skin was so smooth, and she smelled so good. He loved that he could smell his scent on her now. It would keep her safe, protect her from other shifters when he wasn’t around. No other male would even dare to go near her when they smelled the scent of a polar bear on her.

  Humans will, his polar bear growled. They’re stupid and can’t smell our scent.

  His arms tightened around Rosalie, and she poked him lightly in the side. “Too tight, Hudson.”

  He loosened his hold on her. “Sorry.”

  “That’s okay.” She stroked her tiny hands over his chest. “That was really good. Thank you.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “You’re welcome.”

  She laughed and then raised her head when his stomach growled. “You’re hungry.”

  “A little,” he admitted.

  “C’mon,” she kissed his chest, “let’s go downstairs and I’ll make you something to eat.”

  * * *

  Hudson stroked Rosalie’s soft hair. After dinner – she had made some kind of chicken thing that was delicious, and holy hell both he and his polar bear loved that his mate could cook – there had been a bit of awkwardness. He knew he should leave, but he’d stood in the kitchen like an idiot until Rosalie invited him to watch some TV with her.

  She was still concerned about intruding on his personal space, he could see it in the way she kept her distance from him while they were in the kitchen, and in the way she tried to sit as far away from him on the couch as she could. Her little squeak of surprise when he’d reached over and pulled her against him was admittedly adorable.

  He didn’t like people in his personal space and he didn’t like to be touched, but that didn’t include Rosalie. He couldn’t get enough of touching her. He wanted her soft body pressed up against him, wanted to be allowed to touch her whenever he wanted.

  She was a little stiff at first, but in less than half an hour she was curled up against him with her head resting on his shoulder. In the last hour, Rosalie had started yawning repeatedly and she’d fallen asleep almost fifteen minutes ago. He kissed the top of her head before pushing her back gently. She cracked open one eye and stared blearily at him.

  “Hudson? What time is it?”

  “Late.” He stood and lifted her into his arms.

  She giggled sleepily and wrapped her arms around his neck before burrowing her face into his throat. “You make me feel tiny and cute.”

  “You are tiny and cute.”

  She snorted, and he grinned to himself. Even her snorts were adorable. He carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He set her on the bed and she gave him another sleepy look. “Thank you, Hudson.”

  “You’re welcome, baby.” He pulled back the covers and she curled up on her side. She was wearing a thin shirt and sleep shorts, and he studied the curve of her ass before pulling up the covers. He allowed himself to touch her soft hair again before heading toward the door.

  He wanted to stay. He wanted to climb into her bed and feel her soft curves against his body all night.

  Not gonna happen. You broke her bed, remember? Plus, you shifted into your goddamn polar bear while you were sleeping. She’s not going to let you sleep in the same bed as her ever again.

  His polar bear whined unhappily. He tried to ignore it. He didn’t want to leave either but there was nothing he could do –

  “Hudson?”

  He turned in the doorway, studying her sweet face in the darkness. “Yeah?”

  “You could stay.”

  His heart did that stupid skip-a-beat thing again, and his polar bear roared with happiness.

  “Um, if you wanted to stay. I mean, you don’t have to, but this bed is probably more comfortable than yours and… anyway, you’re welcome to stay the night, but, uh, don’t feel obligated to stay.” Her voice was thin with uncertainty.

  He was stripping off his t-shirt and shucking his jeans while she was talking. He slipped into the bed beside her and she made a startled sound before smiling at him.

  “Hi there.”

  “Hey.” He reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her across the bed and into his arms.

  She giggled again and slipped her arm around him to rub his back. “It’s like having a body-sized hot wat
er bottle in my bed.”

  He nuzzled her neck. “If you get too warm just push me away.”

  She yawned and rested her head on his chest. “Do you want to have sex again?”

  He did and the evidence of how much he did was pushing prominently against her hip, but he could smell her weariness. Besides, he’d taken her three times in the last twenty-four hours and despite how easily her pussy took his cock, she had to be a little sore.

  “Go to sleep, little Rosie,” he said.

  “You sure?” Her voice was lowering as she drifted toward sleep.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. Night, honey.”

  Another stupid and pointless tingle of excitement at the endearment. He pushed it aside and kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight, Rosie.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Rosalie slid down in the tub of hot water until just her head was sticking out. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the fact that she had woken up this morning with a naked Hudson in her bed.

  Waking to find herself all tangled up with Hudson’s big warm body pleased her more than it should have. It also made her horny as hell. She’d been sorely tempted to wake him up and ask him if she could ride him again like a pony. But it was early, and she was pretty sure that Hudson would want to sleep in. She might be on vacation, but he had to work tonight.

  She’d carefully slid out from his warm embrace and used the bathroom before brushing her teeth. She’d fed Mr. Pibbles and drank her morning coffee, checking Facebook as she sat on the couch with Mr. Pibbles in her lap, purring and kneading.

  She decided to forego her usual morning shower for a bath because, as much as she hated to admit it, her lady parts were feeling a little tender.

  With the size of Hudson’s dick, you’re lucky you aren’t completely wrecked down there.

  Her inner voice made a good point. Still, now that she’d had it three times, she wanted more. Was it possible to become addicted to a person’s penis?

  What if Lincoln isn’t as big? Can you really be satisfied with Lincoln’s average-sized penis after Hudson’s?