In Heat: Mating Call (In Heat Shapeshifter Romance Series #2)

by Felicity Heaton

  She slowly peeled the two sides of his black shirt open to reveal his chest. Her stomach tensed and flipped as she ran her fingers over him, tracing the lines of his muscles as he tensed them for her.

  To think that all this was hers, that he was hers.

  It was so overwhelming.

  Her thumbs brushed his nipples and he groaned, his eyes closing slightly. She smiled and coursed her hands down to his waist, slipping her fingers into the band of his trousers and bringing them around to the front. She eyed his crotch, moaning internally at the sight of his stirring cock as it pushed against the black material. She was so tempted to touch him, to tease him into full hardness, but instead she stepped back and raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Strip,” she said.

  Both of his brows shot up. “What?”

  “Strip,” she purred, her eyes narrowing on his.

  He went to move and she stopped him with a hand against his chest. “Leave the curtains.”

  He looked uncertain for a moment. The buildings around them were far enough away and the lighting was low enough that no one would see him, but the idea of them getting naked in front of the world was thrilling.

  She sat down on the end of the bed, fingers smoothing the rich brown covers as she waited.

  He shrugged and fingered his belt, undoing it. She couldn't quite believe that he was going to do what she'd said. She tried to keep her face emotionless, not wanting to him to see just how excited she was by what they were doing. He'd probably think she was silly.

  Her eyes followed the slow movements of his hands as he removed his belt and then worked to unzip his trousers. He slid them down his legs and she felt a little jealous when he stroked his legs on the way back up. He kicked the trousers to one side and then smiled cheekily as he hooked his thumbs into his black boxers, teasing her by pretending to pull them down and then pulling them up again. She pouted, over eager to see him naked and unable to keep still.

  He slowly pushed his boxers down and flicked them off his feet to join his trousers.

  She groaned when he ran a hand down his cock, revealing the sensitive head, and she clenched her pussy to make the most of the thrill that came from seeing him do that. She could feel the slip slide of arousal in her knickers and her clit throbbed when she thought about the things they could do tonight.

  This was always a fun place, somewhere they could let go a little and be more adventurous. They couldn't do things like that at home, not with Rose always in the house. But here, they could do anything, and probably had.

  Hunger coiled in her stomach, sending fire to her abdomen as she followed the steady stroke of Erik's hand over his hard cock.

  “What do you want for dessert?” he whispered and her heart beat a little harder.

  She had to be confident.

  “Something nice... or naughty?” His voice was a sexy seductive rumble that her body instantly responded to.

  What did she want?

  She smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Anything you want me to do,” he said and took a step towards her.

  She raked her gaze over him, taking in his beautifully toned body—from his hairless square pectorals, over the ridges of his abdomen to the little line of dark hair that pointed down to his cock. He was so perfect. He was a god.

  “Close the curtains,” she breathed.

  He laughed. She realised that she was suddenly going back on what she'd said earlier but she didn't want to risk people watching them do what she had in mind.

  “You don't want to make love then?” he said, the laughter still in his voice as he finished drawing the curtains closed.

  He walked back to his spot in front of her and touched himself again.

  “I'm hungry,” she whispered, staring at his cock.

  She crooked a finger and he walked over to her. She licked up the length of his cock and swirled her tongue around the head. His hips bucked forwards.

  “It's the mating,” he said, his voice a little harsh as though he was struggling for control. “I've heard it can be quite demanding, but it does bring extra stamina with it.”

  She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. “Sounds interesting.”

  He smiled and then his eyes flickered to her breasts.

  “Stand up.” He stepped back and she did as he'd said.

  She was disappointed when he walked away and she frowned and then bit her lip when he opened the cupboard beside the bed where all the playthings were. Her temperature rose as he pulled everything out, placing it on top of the cupboard and the bed. He took the handcuffs out and a jolt ran through her at the thought of being tied up by him, and then she frowned when he went to put everything away.

  “Don't.” She couldn't quite believe she'd said that and she blushed furiously as he looked at her. She dragged her confidence up from around her heels. “Use it all. Tonight I'm yours to command.”

  He straightened up and dropped the things he'd been about to put away back onto the bed.

  “Strip then,” he said.

  She kicked her shoes off, not caring where they landed, and then slowly removed her dress, teasing him by flashing her breasts before letting it slide to the floor and pool around her feet. She stepped out of it and went to peel her stockings off but he shook his head.

  “Leave them on,” he whispered and the husky tone of his voice made her knees feel weak.

  She slipped her lacy shorts off and waited for his next command.

  “Come,” he said, crooking his finger.

  She walked across the room to him and he sat down on the bed. He shifted her so she was facing him and ran his fingers up from her hips to her breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed out her breath when his thumbs circled her nipples, turning them into sensitive peaks, and then she frowned when he trailed his hands back down again.

  He pushed her legs apart with his feet and she opened her eyes, waiting for him to touch her, her body screaming for it.

  He brushed his thumbs through her curly hair and then turned his hand and slipped two fingers into her folds. She swallowed when he ran them down to her opening, collecting her arousal and drawing it back up to her hard nub. He teased it, rubbing and squeezing it until she was panting for more.

  “Look at me,” he said and she did, staring into his eyes as he stroked her clit.

  He kicked her feet further apart and lowered his hand, easing one finger inside her tight slick channel. She rolled her eyes half closed and then remembered what he'd said and focused on him again. It felt so dirty to be standing here before him in nothing but her stockings, letting him thrust his fingers into her, utterly at his command.

  She moaned and he pulled his fingers out of her.

  “Touch yourself,” he whispered and she gave him a look that said ‘seriously?'. He nodded.

  She swallowed, feeling incredibly self conscious as she hesitated and built up the courage to do what he'd said.

  “Touch yourself.” His voice was firmer, more demanding, and her hand went to her pussy.

  If she'd felt dirty before, she didn't know what she felt now as she dipped her fingers into her pussy and began rubbing her clit. Her eyes followed him as he leaned across and retrieved a few things from the top of the cupboard. She groaned at the thought of him using the warming lubricant on her and she shoved her fingers inside her as he picked up the vibrator.

  She watched him eagerly as he flicked the cap of the lube open, placing the vibrator down on the bed beside him.

  He removed her hand from her pussy and she waited with bated breath as he squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers. She half sighed and half moaned as he spread her nether lips and smeared the lubricant along the length of her. He plunged his fingers into her, making her even slicker, and then pulled them out again. She closed her eyes briefly as the lubricant began to heat her though, making her feel as though she was burning up and tingling.

  Her eyes darted to the vibrator and her whole body buzzed
with the idea that he was going to use it on her. He seemed to take forever to coat the vibrator and she was almost ready to grab it off him when he finally closed the cap on the lubricant.

  He smirked at her and she moaned when he used the remaining gel on his hand to coat his cock. He fisted it a few times, teasing her and making her hungry for him.

  His knees nudged hers and she spread them as much as she could without falling over.

  The vibrator began to buzz.

  She groaned low in her throat when it brushed against her clit, sending tingles through her and making her lick her lips. He eased it downwards and then up into her. The heat combined with the vibrations made her knees tremble and she couldn't stop herself from starting to move up and down at the opposite time to Erik's thrusts. He frowned at her, his cock bobbing and hungry for attention. She wanted to touch it but wouldn't unless he ordered her to. She was surprised he was allowing her to move like this, to ride the vibrator.

  Her thighs quivered and she moaned, a harsh sound in the quiet room. She brought her hands up and toyed with her nipples, wanting to push herself into release.

  “If you keep wriggling, this will end up somewhere else.” Erik's voice was low and sultry, a promise of what was to come.

  Sure enough, the vibrator slipped from her and nudged her anus, sending shooting sparks through her and making her bark out a moan.

  Erik growled.

  “Bend over.” He withdrew the vibrator and she turned away from him and bent over. She looked over her shoulder, wanting to see what he was going to do next. His looked darkened as he stood behind her and she mewled, begging him to get inside her. “I want to feel you cum on me.”

  Her whole pussy throbbed at those words. Before she could say anything, he thrust his slick cock into her depths. She waited for another thrust but none came. She wondered how he was going to make her cum if he wasn't going to move.

  He nudged the end of the vibrator into her anus.

  Her whole body shook and she groaned, gripping her knees to steady herself. She squeezed her eyes shut as he swirled the vibrator in her, sending sparks of white light darting across the darkness she could see. She pushed against him, her pussy clenching his cock. She needed him to thrust. He eased the vibrator in deeper and the feeling of it was exquisite. She groaned and bucked, unsure of what she wanted anymore. She just wanted to explode.

  She panted hard, desperately waiting for each time the vibrator hit the right spot and sent her mind reeling with pleasure.

  “God, fuck me,” she uttered, hanging her head forwards as she clung to her knees. “Please.”

  “No,” he said and the hardness in his voice made her even hotter. “Cum on my cock. I want to feel you cum.”

  She groaned, throwing her head up and almost screaming his name as he moved the vibrator out and then back into her anus, fucking her with it. He pushed it deeper and stars exploded in front of her eyes as she came.

  Erik purred, sending more vibrations through her as he continued to swirl the vibrator in her anus.

  “I love to feel you cum,” he said and she flushed with prickly heat at the honesty of those words.

  He stayed inside her, torturing her senses with the vibrator. Her knees wobbled and she realised she couldn't take any more.

  “Please, take me to the bed. I'll fall.” She gripped her knees tighter and was thankful when he pulled the vibrator and his cock out of her.

  She went to move but he growled, a command that she understood on some base level. She remained bending over and moaned as he spread her lips and licked up her juices, noisily sucking them out of her. She quivered and groaned as his tongue lapped at her and then frowned when he disappeared.

  “Come to the bed,” he said and she turned to see he was already laying on it, stretched out and looking deliciously edible.

  She faux purred and crawled onto the bed. He smiled as she kissed up his legs to his thighs and then gave a meaningful glance at his cock.

  “Give me some relief,” he whispered and nodded towards his cock. “But come up here.”

  She frowned but did as he'd said. When she reached his side, he took hold of her knee and swung it over him so she was astride his face looking towards his cock. He licked up the length of her again and she moaned. His hips jerked and she took the hint. Leaning over him, she got down on her elbows and gently ran her tongue around the head of his cock.

  She stroked his length, fully revealing the crown, and explored it with her tongue as though this was their first time. The movements of his tongue slowed until he was steadily teasing her back into arousal. She wrapped her lips around his hard cock and closed her eyes as she sucked it into her mouth. He groaned against her pussy and she giggled. He was so hard with need that he wouldn't last long.

  Her tongue flicked and danced along his length as she sucked him. She reached over and fondled his balls, rolling them in her fingers and eliciting another pussy trembling moan from him. He flicked his tongue against her clit and then sucked it into his mouth, adding a hint of pain that made her groan against his cock. She sucked him harder and faster, swallowing his cock as he tortured her pussy, his grip tight on her thighs.

  He thrust his cock into her mouth and breathed hard against her clit as he came. She swallowed it all down, not relinquishing him even when he was done. Instead, she continued to lick him and moved further down so she could suck his balls. He moaned with each little thing that she did and then went quiet as he focused on her pussy, thrusting his tongue into her one moment and then suckling her clit the next. She tensed her muscles, wanting to cum too, and moaned when she was close.

  He stopped.

  She frowned again.

  He rolled her onto her back and she looked at him, desperate for him to finish what he'd started. He licked his lips and got off the bed. Her eyes followed him as he walked around it, his cock soft. She knew it would be hard again soon and hopefully it would be inside her.

  “Lie down,” he said.

  She did, resting her head against the pillows and wondering what came next. She wanted it rougher, dirtier. She wanted him to really be in command.

  Her heart skipped a beat as he took hold of the handcuffs and she realised she was about to get exactly what she wanted. The metal was cold against her wrists and she studied his face the whole time he was chaining her to the headboard. She tugged her wrists when he was done and was thrilled to feel how secure she was.

  What thrilled her more was what he did next.

  He picked up a blindfold and before she could blink, he'd placed it on her. She breathed hard, desperately trying to listen now that she couldn't see. What was he going to do to her? Anticipation coiled in her stomach and her heartbeat went off the scale as she tried to make out what he was doing. Her imagination ran riot as she waited, conjuring up images of what he might do.

  She moaned when his hands swept over her torso. Everything felt so different, so much more intense. She wriggled her hands again as he palmed her breasts and was thrilled by how helpless she was. He could do anything to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him.

  He disappeared again and she frowned, wanting to feel his touch.

  “We'll slow things down a little now,” he said and she gasped when something tickled her skin.

  It was soft and barely a whisper against her overheated flesh. She focused, wriggling each time it tickled, and wondering what it was. He traced a line up her body with it starting at her feet. It caressed the inside of her calf and then her thigh. She smiled when it brushed over her pussy and then up and around her navel. She could feel Erik shifting on the bed and bit her lip when, what she had now figured out was a feather, circled her left nipple. It hardened as he teased it with the feather and then blew cool air against it. He did the same to the other one and she wished it were his thumbs or his lips touching her. She wanted to feel the ecstasy of his kiss.

  He traced the feather across her lips and trailed it off her. She wondered what came next, what
sense he was going to spark now. All of them were off the scale since he'd taken her eyes and her touch away. She could hear him moving things around, searching for something to tease her with. She tensed her muscles, making the most of the throbbing between her thighs. She'd do anything to have his cock in her, filling her up, taking her when she couldn't stop him.

  Her eyes widened behind the mask when his mouth closed around a nipple, tugging harshly as he suckled it and flicked it with his tongue. She grasped the headboard rails, holding them tightly as she arched her back off the bed, thrusting her breasts against him. He kissed and licked everywhere he'd just touched with the feather, leaving fire flashing through her. His touch was so light, so gentle, that it was a stark contrast to the fact she was tied up and helpless.

  He purred deep as he kissed around her breasts, exploring her and taking her desire to new heights as she wriggled and tried to convince him without words to come to her. She wanted to kiss him, needed him thrusting inside her.

  His mouth left her and the next moment she felt something cold and liquid against her body. He massaged it into her breasts and then blew on it. A shiver danced through her as the lubricant made her nipples tingle and then she moaned harshly when he licked them, lapping up the sweet gel, torturing her so much that she bucked off the bed and pleaded him to touch her pussy.

  He laughed.

  “You want me to touch you?” he whispered, his voice husky by her ear.

  She could feel his hand hovering over her pussy, her curly hair moved by it.

  She nodded.

  “I can't hear you.”

  She swallowed and furrowed her brows when his palm brushed against her. “Please.”

  He laughed again, a light one that made her realise that it wasn't going to be so easy to get him to do as she wanted him to. He was in command now. She'd wanted to be dominated and that meant submitting to him completely, giving him control over what happened.

  “I think... I might touch you later.” She felt him draw away from her. “When I want to.”