Riley sobbed and rolled her hips, wanting him to carry out his threat now, wanting him deeper inside her, wanting—
“Then I’m going to use my fingers and fill all your holes as I lick you again and again until you—”
She came. Thrashing her head back and forth because he still refused to push all the way home, her orgasm was frustrated and lasted only two minutes.
“Wait, that wasn’t right,” she muttered, blinking back her confusion. “You were supposed to come when I did.”
He arched one eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, really,” she ground out. “My orgasm was supposed to spark yours.”
“Hmm,” he answered, not traumatized by his supposedly faulty dick. “I guess we’ll just have to try again. So, go ahead, Riley. Come for me again.”
She frowned at his ridiculous command. “I can’t just—”
He pushed all the way inside her, and Riley came again.
This time he joined her, shouting out his release as his hips pumped. He drove his penis in and out of her as his seed filled her.
Chapter Four
“Here we are.”
Riley lifted her head from the human’s shoulder as he set her gingerly on the ground and propped her against a tree. She’d neglected to tell him her ankle hadn’t hurt since the moment they’d started fucking because she liked him carrying her, liked being snuggled close and pampered for a bit. She liked smelling him, too.
God, he smelled good.
Her cunt contracted as if it could smell his heady pheromones as well.
She still wanted sex. He’d pulled out of her less than five minutes ago, and the itch was already crawling up the insides of her legs. But she also wanted a bed, shower and food. Therefore, she tried to ignore the fevered pitch inside her squirming for more release, because she knew good and well the next time his penis slid between the folds of her vagina it wouldn’t be leaving for a good, long while.
Attempting to be casual about having to cross her legs and rub the insides of her thighs against her pussy, she glanced around for this compound he’d boasted of. Following his gaze, she arched her brows at the tree he was studying.
“What? This is it?”
He nodded, crinkling his brow in concentration as he examined the grain of the bark as if looking for something.
She pointed at the trunk. “This is your glorious compound that supposedly contains a bed? Honey, this is a tree.”
He glanced at her, his lips jerking with amusement. “Trust me, will you?”
She propped a hand onto her nude hip. “You meant a real bed, right? Not some nest made of sticks and acorns?”
Rolling his eyes, he peeled off a piece of bark before she realized it was actually a lever crafted to look like the side of the trunk. He cranked the lever and an opening popped out, revealing a dome-shaped hatch on the ground inside the nook of the tree.
Riley’s mouth dropped open as she peered inside. “Well, that’s just neat.”
The man shook his head and rolled his eyes, an amused smile tightening his mouth. “Hold this a sec while I open the hatch.” He handed the spotlight over to her. In the light of day, they hadn’t needed it, but she flipped it on, and tried to shine it into the hole so he could see what he was doing. He repositioned the shotgun hanging from his shoulder and then crouched to shimmy his wide shoulders through the tight opening. As he bent to open the hatch, Riley ogled the back of his jeans stretched tight over a prime grade ass. She remembered wrapping her fingers around each cheek, holding him as deep inside her as he could go. The taut gluteus muscles under her palms had tightened when he came.
Her mouth watered. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on that hunky skin again.
“Could you shine the light a little more over here?” he directed, totally clueless that she was eye-fucking the shit out of him.
Licking her lips, she raised the light. He grunted as he strained to open the manhole, and she almost moaned aloud. One hand held the spotlight as the other snuck down between her legs. Fingers seeking slick heat, she massaged her clit and rolled her hips against her hand.
The sound of metal grating against metal made her nipples tweak.
“Okay,” he said, crawling backward on hands and knees out of the hollow tree.
She yanked her hand from her pussy and offered him an innocent smile as he wiped his palms off on the delicious backside of his jeans. Then he swept out his palm. “Ladies’ first.”
She veered her attention back to the hole. Illuminating it with the spotlight, she could make out the beginnings of a ladder going straight down inside the hole.
Riley took a step back. “Oh, hell no. I’m not going down there first.”
He sent her a dry look. “I need to go after you so I can close the openings off.”
“I’ll close them,” she offered. When his brows arched skeptically, she frowned. “I’m a lot stronger than I look.” It took an effort not to spout off facts about the abilities of her animal; she still didn’t want him reminded any more than necessary that she wasn’t quite human.
He sighed, giving in. “Fine. Give me the light.”
Handing it over, she stood back as he clutched the strobe with one hand and crawled back into the tree. Riley watched, learning how she’d need to twist and move to be able to fit into the earth. He began to descend and again, her brows arched. Impressed by his flexibility, she remained outside until only his head showed from the hole.
Pausing, he glanced up at her. “Well? Are you coming?”
His impatient tone made her want to snap back at him to hold his horses. He might have done this a million times, but it was a first for her. Besides, cats were not fond of entering tight spaces.
“Right behind you,” she gritted out, deciding to back into the tree instead of going headfirst. He snorted at her tactics, but she ignored him. She yanked the outer panel shut and darkness filled the tiny enclosure. Only the thin beam of light below lighted her way.
She wished she could change into her animal. She was an expert tree climber and could descend the ladder with no problem on all four legs. As a human, it didn’t seem so simple.
Holding her breath, she stepped down. Her toes curled around the first rung as she started her descent. Even with the hefty safety cage wrapped around the rungs, the ladder did not inspire a very secure trip. The entire frame swayed with each step the two of them made.
“Are you sure this is the only way in?” she asked after she managed to close the hatch.
He paused and glanced up, shining the flashlight on her. “You afraid of heights?”
Lifting her hand to shade her eyes from the light, she glanced down. “Hell, no. I love heights. The Empire State Building rocks. I’m just afraid of falling.” And tight, freaking, spaces.
“I won’t let you fall.”
His husky confidence caused her scalp to tingle. But, seriously? Who knew a shifter hunter could say such sweet, disarming things? Her thighs prickled. The lips of her pussy beaded with moisture and her nipples went hard.
As soon as they hit the compound, she was so going to jump his bones. Damn. Maybe she couldn’t even wait that long. It was taking forever to climb down this stupid ladder.
Speaking of which, she glanced under her to find him staring up with his spotlight directed on her so she couldn’t see his face.
Forehead crinkling, she said, “What’s the hold up?”
Instead of lowering himself down a step, he lifted up. “Don’t move.” His voice was husky and full of quiet warning.
She froze, afraid to even breathe. “Oh, God,” she whimpered. “Is it a spider?” If she had a spider on her, she was going to flip out, and this really wasn’t an ideal place to panic. “It’s a spider, isn’t it?”
“No,” he murmured.
Shoulders slumping, she glanced down and tried to see the expression his face. “Then what—?”
Crawling up through her legs, his hair brushed the insides of her thigh
s just before his tongue lapped the humidity off her cunt. Surprised, she cried out, arching her back until an erect nipple brushed the cold surface of a ladder rung.
“Your fever’s starting back up,” he rasped, clasping one of her thighs to position her legs wider apart. “I can see how swollen and red you are. You need me.”
He licked her again, batting his tongue against her clit.
“Yes,” she sobbed, grinding against his face as he stabbed his tongue into her. “Oh, please, yes. I need you so bad.”
Trapped inside the cylindrical cage, she could only hold on for dear life as he ate at her pussy and lavished her with his tongue. Arms burning as she held herself up, she leaned back against the safety cage, where more cold metal cupped her ass and the backs of her shoulders. She spread her knees wider, and lifted her feet up to give him plenty of room to work, resting her toes on rungs up by her waist.
He hummed his gratitude, sucking her clit into his mouth. She never thought it would be so exciting to have a male go down on her while hanging suspended fifteen feet above a level surface as she clung to a rickety ladder for dear life. But the excitement and danger made her pussy swell hotter.
Groaning as her flavor flooded his tongue, the human wrapped one arm around the ladder so he could reach up with a free hand and slide three fingers inside her. The barrel of his gun lifted toward her, raising the level of danger even more as it damn near stared her in the eyeballs. One wrong move and he could accidentally blow her head off.
God, that was hot.
She came, screaming out her release and gripping his fingers hard. She pressed her breasts against the ladder step because the cold metal was heaven on her burning nipples. As the minutes passed and she squirmed on his fingers, dribbling wetness down his hand, he moaned out a distressed sound.
“Jesus Christ, why did I do this? I wish that was my cock inside you. I wish—” He choked on another groan as her cunt grew even tighter around his fingers. “Oh, God. I want to fuck you again so bad.”
“Soon,” she gasped. But her orgasm went on. “Or maybe not so soon.” This might take a while.
He cursed then wrapped his mouth around her clit once again, sucking on her as he thrust with his fingers. She kept coming. The sensation grew, frustration mounted. Something in her beast realized there wasn’t a cock at play and the orgasm stretched on as if it were waiting for a penis and ejaculation to join the fun.
Below her, the human dropped his flashlight. If fell a long way before shattering on the flood below, plunging them into darkness.
She arched and ground down on his hand, continuing to come, her excitement only peaking higher.
“Mother fucker.” He let out an agonized groan. “Please. I need—”
Knowing exactly what he needed, she came a little more, as if she had to make up for what he was losing.
When she finally settled, his breathing was hard and erratic. He rested his damp brow on her thigh as he slowly disengaged his fingers. She jerked with aftershocks of pleasure.
“Remind me to never do that again,” he said.
“But—”
“Unless I’m able to get inside you directly afterward,” he finished before she could complain.
Riley grinned. “You can get inside me…just as soon as we’re off this ladder of death.”
“Down,” he commanded. “Now.”
She laughed and began to descend.
* * * * *
As soon as his boots touched the ground, Shaw reached up to catch Riley’s hips. The shotgun slid off his shoulder and landed with a thud somewhere around his feet, probably next to the shattered spotlight. But with his hands on her skin, he wasn’t too concerned about his firearm at the moment.
His major concern was how the hell he was going to open his fly and free his erection when he couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
Riley solved the dilemma by reaching between them and sliding down his zipper. When warm fingers enveloped him, he hummed. She stroked the rigid length, starting at the base and gliding all the way to the tip, where her thumb captured a drop of pre-cum, before she moved back down the shaft, coating him with himself.
He picked her up and braced her spine against the entrance of the compound. She kept hold of him, guiding him to her core. Wet and warm, her pussy invited him inside and he sank home.
Ah, yes. Home. Felt like he was returning home after being away for a long, miserable winter. He never wanted to leave her again, never wanted to be with anyone but her.
Hooking her knees under his arms and holding her legs in the crook of his elbows, he spread her and pushed deeper.
She arched her back, straining her shoulders against the door and her pubis against his groin.
“I love kissing you.” He pressed his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue inside. The two of them kissed the breath out of each other. His tongue mimicked the slide of his dick as he moved in and out at a slow, leisurely pace that made her cling to him, running her fingers through his hair to clutch his scalp.
When he finally broke the kiss, he kept his lips on her, traveling down her jaw and throat. “I love touching you,” he said. “I love…I love…”
Damn, he couldn’t think. He needed—
He needed—
“I love fucking you.”
She grinned and squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. His head went fuzzy; he picked up his pace. She blinked at him, her eyes lighting as she watched him thrust.
Literally lighting up.
It wasn’t the first time, either. Last night, there’d been the spotlight to help him see, and it hadn’t seemed so prevalent in the day when they’d been up on ground level outside. But down here in the dark, her gaze lit the entire corridor. “Do you know your eyes glow when you come?”
He wasn’t sure why he asked. Of course, she would know.
But she blinked in confusion, strobing the room with light, dark, and then light again. “Do they really?” Reaching up, she patted her sockets as if she could feel them blaze.
Shaw wasn’t sure why he smiled, but her curiosity was adorable. “Actually, they start right before your orgasm, at the very edge of your peak when you’re as excited as you can get.”
Shooting him a get-real look, she shook her head. “No way.”
“Look at the wall; you’re lighting up the whole stairwell.”
When she did, her gasp of pleasure undid him.
He slowed his pace, moving nearly all the way out of her. The glow in the antechamber dimmed.
Growling, she muttered, “Bastard.”
He couldn’t help himself, he chuckled.
“Okay, Princess. Have it your way.” He shoved back into her, flexing up to hit her sweet spot.
Her eyes lit up the entire manhole as she exploded.
* * * * *
Shaw accidentally slid out of Riley as he eased her feet back down to the floor. Both of them froze as his limp dick pulled free and slapped against the side of his leg. Their gazes caught. He wanted to kiss her—anything to harden his cock so he could push back into her, but Riley cleared her throat and stepped away from him, turning expectantly toward the door.
“Okay, that does it. I want a shower, bed, and food. Not necessarily in that order.”
His lips quirked. She was definitely one hundred percent woman, demanding her creature comforts. But instead of irritating him, that feature charmed him just as much as her sweet, inverted heart-shaped bare ass did.
Shaking his head, he dug into his pocket for his key. “Yes, ma’am.”
After unlocking the door, he pushed it open and stepped back to let her precede him inside. As she disappeared through the doorway, he bent down to retrieve his gun and the spotlight. After inspecting both, he discovered the light was done for but the gun was still in working order.
Lifting his face, he paused when he found her turning in a slow circle to study the twenty-by-twenty-foot enclosure.
Shaw examined the room, as well, seeing it how
she saw it. Hard, cold, sterile.
No way would she be able to tell he’d been living here for the past year and a half. It looked more like shapeshifting hunter headquarters instead of someone’s living quarters. No throw pillows on the black vinyl couch, which looked like something that belonged in a 1960s doctor’s office waiting room. No pictures hung from the stark, cement walls.
It hurt too much to put up images of Hailey. She’d been too young when she died. And there was no way he wanted a reminder of his parents; a part of him still blamed them for what had happened, though rationally, he knew it hadn’t been their fault. Other than those three, he’d never allowed anyone to grow close enough to him to make him want to hang their photos.
Moving his weight from one leg for the other, he uneasily eyed Riley as she glanced curiously at the mess of cups and plates and magazines. For some reason, he felt bad about providing her with such shoddy accommodations.
But her face didn’t show revulsion, merely interest as she ran her hand over a pile of magazines on his desk. Pausing, she lifted an issue of his subscription to Playboy and flipped it over.
She read the name on the mailing label. “Shaw Griffin.” Lifting her eyes, she blinked at him, her lips curling in amusement. “So, you do have a name.”
He nodded, feeling rueful for spending the past half a day fucking her without ever telling her who he was.
As the word fuck crossed his brain, his dick jumped to attention. He watched her glance toward his bed in the corner and take in the rumpled sheets. He couldn’t wait to get her on that mattress. But instead of immediately moving toward the bed, she glanced at the other corner where a mini kitchen had been set up. His cock swelled as he thought about taking her on the table, spreading her out like a gourmet meal and dining to his heart’s content.
But again, she didn’t hop that way. She glanced at him. “So you have food and somewhere to sleep. What about a shower? I think I’d like to get cleaned up first.”
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