The Better to Eat You With: Urban Fairytales, Book 2

by Lena Matthews

  “I don’t know how long we have,” she said over her shoulder as she entered the office.

  “Long enough,” he replied, following close on her heels. On the way into the room she turned on the light and then made her way over to the desk. Acting quickly, she removed the laptop and set it in a small bag on the floor, before continuing to clear off the remaining clutter.

  Daniel closed the door behind them and locked it as he watched her. He liked the way her mind worked, especially since it was on the same wavelength as his. As soon as she was done she hopped on the top of the desk and gestured for him to come to her.

  Aww, how cute. She thought she was running this. “It’s going to be awful hard for you to take off your pants sitting on the desk.”

  “My pants…off.”

  “Yes.” He leaned back against the door and crossed his arms. “Off.”

  “You don’t want to pick up where we left off out there.”

  “That is where we left off. Either out there or in here, I’m getting a taste of your sweet pussy.”

  “But what if someone…”

  “You better hurry up then.” He nodded with encouragement toward her. “’Cause the longer it takes us to come, the longer your shop will be without a baker.”

  “But…”

  “Don’t make me tell you again. Time’s a wasting.”

  “Bully,” she muttered as she slid off the desk. In a huffy manner, she kicked off her shoes then reached behind her back to undo her apron. He watched as she dropped the soiled white covering on her desk then reached under her shirt to unfasten her slacks. Once she was done, she placed her hands on her sides and pushed the black material past her hips. She stepped out of them when they dropped down her legs and pooled at her feet.

  The sight of her once again dressed only in a shirt and her undergarments was a thing of beauty. Yvonne took his breath away. Daniel didn’t think he could ever grow tired of watching his lover undress, only resentful of the time it took to get her naked and beneath him. “Don’t stop there,” he ordered. “Take off your shirt too.”

  Yvonne brought her fingers to the buttons on her blouse, but paused. “The way you’re staring at me is making me nervous.”

  “Really? Because staring at you is making me hard.”

  Her gaze lowered to the front of his jeans, then widened when she noticed the bulging truth of his words. Although to be fair, he’d been hard since he kissed her in the kitchen, but watching her undress had definitely revved his engine even more.

  “Am I…” Yvonne raised her heated gaze back to his. “Am I the only one who’s going to undress here?”

  Her words surprised him. He didn’t think she’d have the nerve to ask for what she wanted. He was very happy to find out he was wrong. “You want me to take something off?”

  “Yes.” She nodded as she began to undo her buttons.

  “Like what?” Daniel grabbed the hem of his tee and raised it a little. “You want the shirt off? The shoes? Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

  “I want…” She licked her lips before continuing. “I want you to take off your jeans.”

  Daniel released his hold on his shirt and brought his hands to the top of his belt buckle. “Why?”

  “Because I want to see you too.”

  There was no way he was going to let her get off that easy. “See my what?”

  “Your…your dick.”

  “No, baby, this dick…” Daniel cupped himself, “…belongs to you.”

  “I want you to show me my dick.” Her voice took on a more confident tone that pleased him. He was hers as she was his, and he didn’t want there ever to be a doubt in her mind about it.

  “Take off your panties, climb on the table and spread your legs for me.”

  Any hesitation she felt she kept to herself as she made quick work doing as instructed. Once she was bare from the waist down, Yvonne settled her ass on the desk, leaning back on her arms to brace her weight, and parted her legs.

  The position she was in caused her shirt to separate and her lace-covered breasts to thrust out toward him. Yvonne was reminiscent of one of those sexy pinup models of the past, but better because she was live and in color and at his merciless will. “Damn, baby, you look mouthwatering.”

  “I kept my end of the bargain,” she reminded him unnecessarily. “It’s your turn now.”

  Since there was one thing and one thing only she was interested in seeing, Daniel went straight to the heart of the matter. He moved until he was standing directly in front of her then unbuckled his belt and undid his pants button. Careful of his straining erection, he slowly lowered his zipper and pulled the sides of his jeans apart, before reaching into his boxers and freeing his aching cock to her heated stare.

  Knowing he had her full attention, he took himself in hand and began to stroke his shaft. “Like what you see?”

  “Very much.”

  “I’m pleased to hear that. Now pull your bra down and show me your breasts.”

  “Do you want me to take it off?” she asked, sitting up.

  “No, just down.” Daniel’s cock jerked in his hand when she did as she was told. “Beautiful.”

  “Can I…?” She stopped, changing her tone. “I want to touch you.”

  As much as he wanted her to as well, Daniel knew he wouldn’t be able to refrain from pushing her down on the desk and sinking into her then and there if she did. Today was supposed to be a prelude of what was to come, not the full shebang.

  “No, but if you want to touch something, touch yourself.” Daniel dropped to his knees before her and peered eagerly at the gates of heaven. Her cream was glistening on the tight, trimmed, dark curls of her pussy, but her desire was no match for his own. His hand kept up a steady rhythm on his straining cock as he counted the seconds until he had his first taste of her. “Move your hand to your pussy and open yourself for me.”

  “Okay.” Her voice was husky and filled with desire as she reached with a trembling hand and spread apart the lips of her pussy. Daniel didn’t need Ezekiel’s dual-nature abilities to see or scent the evidence of her arousal. She smelled as good as she looked. His mouth watered just looking at the tender flesh of her sweet cunt.

  Unable to hold back any longer, Daniel peered up at her from between her parted legs. “Now whatever you do, don’t let go. If you move your hand I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” Although he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs and feast, Daniel held himself back, refusing to rush their first experience together.

  With her pussy spread open in this manner, he was able to continue to stroke his cock yet touch her all at the same time. He moved his free hand to the apex of her dark brown thighs and brushed his fingertips lightly against her swollen clit. Yvonne jerked and her hand shuddered as if she was ripe to move it, but he stopped her by reminding her of their agreement. “Don’t move.”

  “I won’t,” she insisted. “Just don’t stop.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Closing his eyes to make the experience even more intense, he leaned forward and trailed his tongue over the path his fingers just traveled, taking his time to enjoy her erotic flavor. The taste of her pussy was as good as he imagined. No, better.

  Despite the busy world a few feet away from the door, Daniel was in absolutely no rush. The shop could burn down around them and he wouldn’t move an inch. He’d waited too long to rush this. He’d waited too long for her and he was going to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

  He teased and tormented her heated flesh, frenching her pussy as passionately as he did her mouth. He was hell-bent on making her as frantic for him as he was for her. And from the guttural moans she made, he could tell he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself.

  With her free hand Yvonne gripped his hair and pulled him closer, groaning as he laved her clit. Her breathing became sporadic and her passionate sounds louder, especially when he thrust two fin
gers deep into her slick channel.

  “Oh God!”

  The walls of her pussy quaked around him. Curving his fingers inside, he stroked her flesh, drawing a gasp from her.

  “Daniel! Oh, right there.” She tightened her grip on his hair. “So close. Going to…going to…”

  So was he. Needing no further encouragement to put an end to the madness he created, Daniel buried his face in her sex again and took her swollen clit into his mouth. He lashed the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly, pumping his fingers into her cunt, all the while stroking his cock at a fevered pace. Her inner muscles grasped hungrily at him with each steady thrust, clenching and quaking as he fingered her tight cunt.

  “Ohhh, Daniel.” Yvonne tensed for a brief second then bucked and let loose a muffled moan. Her pussy spasmed, bathing his fingers with her thick cream.

  The feel of her coming was the catalyst to his own release. Daniel tore his mouth away from the heaven of her sex and rested his head on her thigh as he shuddered and milked the last few strains of come from his throbbing cock.

  Feasting on her was a dream come true, but he knew it was nothing compared to how it would feel to be buried balls deep inside her. The image alone was enough to make his spent cock stir once more.

  Breathing heavily, she released her grip on his hair and her pussy and dropped her arms to his shoulders. “Daniel,” she moaned, tugging on his shirt. “Fuck me. God, please.”

  Although he hated to deny her anything, he couldn’t give in to both of their desires. “We can’t, baby.” Grabbing the apron she’d worn earlier, Daniel cleaned himself up, then the mess he’d made on the floor before standing and tucking his cock back in his pants. He felt weak and spent, but far from satisfied. It would take a lifetime for him to ever sate his passion for her.

  “What?” Yvonne straightened and reached for him once more. “Yes. Yes, we can. I don’t care who might hear.”

  Daniel sidestepped her and put much-needed room between the two of them. He was on edge, one false move and he’d be in her, pounding away despite his vow. “I can’t. I made a promise.” One he couldn’t help but regret a little now. “The first time will be the three of us, together.” At the time he and Ezekiel had struck the agreement it had seemed as if it were a good idea. Looking back now, Daniel could see the flaws in their misguided plan. But a deal was a deal.

  “Oh God. You guys are trying to kill me.”

  “Only with pleasure.”

  “Doubtful.” Yvonne jerked her shirt closed and attacked her buttons, much in the way Daniel imagined she wanted to do him. “If the two of you aren’t going to make love to me yet, then why on earth is he calling me for phone sex and why are you showing up out of the blue for an afternoon delight?”

  “To keep you on edge.”

  “Well fuck you very much. It’s working,” she grumbled as she moved off the desk. To his immense amusement, she was pouting and looked far from pleased at his comment.

  “Why so tense, Yvonne?” He watched her stomp over to where she’d dropped her pants and picked them up.

  “Because my lovers are refusing to make love to me.”

  “We’re not saying no.” Nowhere near it. Daniel wasn’t sure he could ever utter that word to her. “We’re merely saying not now.”

  “Then when?”

  The fact she was as ready for them as they were for her thrilled him to no end. There was a time after Ezekiel made his announcement Daniel worried if their plan would ever come to fruition, but now he could see his apprehension was in vain. She did want them. It was only a matter of getting her to admit it to everyone else. “When you’re ready.”

  Yvonne grasped his hand and shoved it between her legs, resting it on her heated sex. “It doesn’t get much more ready than this.”

  Not one to turn down a little finger action, Daniel turned his hand so he was cupping her mound and began to thrust his fingers into her pussy again. He watched with pleasure as she closed her eyes and sank her teeth into her plump bottom lip. “As deliciously wet as you are,” he murmured, “it’s nothing compared to what you’ll be when you’re finally sandwiched between us.”

  Yvonne pushed his hands away. “If you keep this up, I may not say yes.”

  “If we keep this up, you may not have the energy to say much of anything.”

  She flashed him a look of pure aggravation. “You might as well leave if you’re not going to fuck me.”

  “I plan to fuck you, just not now.” Before she could counter his moves, Daniel pulled her to him for a short but sweet kiss. “Have a nice rest of the day, my love. We’ll see you tonight.” With that, he slipped out, hopefully leaving her to ponder his words and their plans for the evening.

  Chapter Five

  The brisk air rippled along his fur as Ezekiel cantered through the tall trees. The smell of the earth, combined with pine needles, leaves and moss crushed under his paws, permeated the air around him. His sharp eyesight noted a brown rabbit taking off from the underbrush to race toward its burrow. Ezekiel went after it, his mouth watering at the idea of capturing his prey. He wasn’t hungry, but he was always in the mood for a hunt.

  On a straightaway, the rabbit wouldn’t have stood a chance. Not only was Ezekiel faster and more agile than an average run-of-the-mill wolf, he also possessed the foresight of man. But the forest was littered with nooks and crannies that provided the four-legged Happy Meal lots of room to maneuver away from Ezekiel and into the hole seconds before Ezekiel’s jaw would have clamped down on it.

  Irritated, he skittered to a halt and sat back on his haunches, tongue lolling from his mouth as he panted from the exertion. So much for the thrill of the chase. Just for fuck’s sake, Ezekiel growled an “I’ll get you next time” warning toward the hole before loping off for home once more.

  Normally he ran with his pack, but today his change was more of a need than a want. On average a werewolf could go days without switching forms. The change wasn’t lunar as legends told, but it was necessary especially when emotions ran high. And right now, Ezekiel didn’t think his could get much higher.

  If he didn’t possess his mate soon, something was going to give. And since there was no chance in hell he’d ever hurt Yvonne, the something was more than likely going to be his sanity. The man half of him understood the decision he wanted her to make wasn’t an easy one by far, but his wolf side wasn’t as logical. All it saw was his mate backpedaling away as fast as the rabbit, and just as it did in the case of the animal, his wolf wanted to pursue her with all the strength and speed God afforded it.

  He knew he’d promised to wait until Yvonne was ready. Hell, he and Daniel had gone as far as to make a pact. They both knew it was imperative she wanted them as much as they wanted her. But it was difficult to explain to his beast. The wolf was ready to claim his mate. Then again, so was the man.

  When he finally reached his home, Ezekiel trotted up the steps of his back porch. His long nails clicked on the winterized wood as he made his way over to his favorite spot under the window. Ezekiel caught a glance of himself in the glass and snarled. His chocolate-colored fur was matted with bits of leaves and debris, giving him a savage appearance, not as if he needed help in that department.

  In wolf form, Ezekiel was taller than the average Great Dane and twice as heavy. His coloring and facial features resembled a Husky but his sheer size ended the resemblance right there. He and his kind were as fierce and frightening in appearance as the legends had always painted them out to be, but they weren’t the monsters people feared, just men with a few extra chromosomes.

  Ezekiel turned from his image to look around the yard once more. Satisfied everything was as it should be, he walked around in a small circle to get the lay of the land, before settling down and closing his eyes. Inhaling deeply, he prepared his mind and braced his body for the change from wolf to man. It wasn’t a scene from An American Werewolf in London, but it wasn’t pretty either. Nor was it painless and easy. Bones shifted and his fur r
ippled as the wolf retreated inside and his male form took shape, leaving a nude Ezekiel lying on the porch.

  With a groan, he stood and stretched. He cracked his neck to work out the last of the kinks as he reacquainted himself with the feel of being on two legs instead of four. When he was in his wolf form, things seemed much simpler. His basic needs were in the forefront of his mind and they were all that mattered. There were many more things to consider when he was human, however.

  Like clothing.

  Modesty wasn’t something Ezekiel had an abundance of. Lord knew he’d scared more than his fair share of solicitors in his time. In order to keep the peace he and every one of his kind kept a large supply of pants on hand around their property. Sometimes in very odd places. One never knew when one might need to change or dress in a hurry.

  Pulling on the denim he’d left folded on the chair, he buttoned and zipped up just as the sound of tires crunching on the gravel reached his ears. Ezekiel stilled. He wasn’t expecting visitors. A car door opened and slammed shut. The air picked up Daniel’s scent, but also that of Yvonne.

  “I’m around back,” he called out, excited to see his mate so soon. This was a very welcome surprise. When they talked earlier she said she had to work. Maybe her visit with Daniel had convinced her to move things forward. The thought made him smile. He was more than ready for the three of them to take things to the next level.

  When Daniel rounded the corner, Ezekiel’s smile slid away. Yvonne was nowhere in sight, but her scent was stronger than ever and it was radiating off Daniel like heat waves from the sun.

  Ezekiel’s nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply. Daniel didn’t just smell as if he’d been around Yvonne. He smelled as if he’d been with her. A growl rumbled low in Ezekiel’s throat. Daniel’s skin was marked with the muskiness of her arousal. Her scent permeated the air, too intense to be that of a passing glance, and his shirt was covered in dusty white marks in the shape of fingers.

  Bastard!

  Ezekiel moved to the edge of the porch and with one swift motion vaulted himself over the railing and onto the ground a few feet in front of Daniel. The other man stepped back, his eyes widening.