by Lynn Lorenz
“Please tell me you have more tattoos?” She’d never had a “thing” about them before, but on his body? Oh Lord. They were sinful and she wanted to sin.
A lot.
With her tongue and her teeth.
Leon didn’t stop there, he unbuckled his belt, and slowly slid it out of the belt loops as she watched, wide eyed and breathless.
How long had it been since she’d seen a naked man?
Over a decade.
But she still remembered what a fine specimen looked like and what she saw in front of her now was fine with a capital F. Fine as frog’s hair.
Then she gulped. When he was done, she’d have to do the same.
Willing her fingers to deal with her buttons, she managed to get them undone. Sneaking a peek, she checked out her bra. Thank God it was one of her nicer ones. Not black and sexy. But nice.
What did her panties look like?
Carrie had to push that out of her mind, because frankly, her panties were wet.
She was wet with want.
Leon dragged the zipper of his trousers down. Carrie couldn’t look away as they unfolded in front of her.
Lord, he wore black briefs. Had he dressed for this or did he wear them all the time?
She was going to have to buy some sexy underwear. Tomorrow.
Leon looked down at her as if he wanted to gobble her up. Hungry. Needful. Lusting.
She shot her gaze back to his briefs and grinned.
Another tattoo right below his navel. This one was small, black and some sort of Chinese character. She reached out and touched it with her fingertip.
“What is this?”
He looked down, then back up into her eyes. “It means patience.”
She smiled. “I suppose a dragon needs a lot of patience.”
“He does.” He licked his lips. “Especially when he’s waiting for his woman to let him in. Let him close. Close enough to do this.” Leon bent over her and licked a line from her throat, down to the space between her breasts, and then further to the waistband of her slacks.
“You’re wearing too much.” He growled again. “Do you need help or want to do it yourself?” He gazed at her from above, giving her a choice.
Carrie loved him more at that moment. He knew what she needed. Time and space. He’d always known. And he knew her well enough to know she needed control, even how she got naked.
“You do it.” She gave him a shy smile. It was now or never.
He didn’t say a word, just nodded. He slid her shirt over her shoulders, kissing her bare skin as the fabric slipped off. Coaxing the clothing off her.
Carrie breathed slow and deep to calm herself. To keep from ripping off the rest of her clothes and screaming “fuck me!” She wasn’t a young woman anymore. She was over fifty. Mature.
But Leon made her feel young and beautiful.
Keep thinking that. Keep feeling. Stay open.
He reached around and undid her bra, then pulled it off. Cool air pebbled her nipples just before he closed his mouth on one of them. Carrie cried out and dug her hand into his hair and held him to her as he laved her. She nearly went insane with pleasure.
He moved to the other one, tasting and licking and nipping at her, then sat up.
Leon unfastened her slacks, unzipped them, and then grabbed the material at her hips. He pulled them down, slow and languid, and removed them as he held his breath. Carrie struggled to remember if she’d worn the matching panties to the bra or not.
Just a quick glance. Yes! Matching!
She relaxed into his touch as he ran his hand back up her bare legs.
“Carrie. So beautiful.” He smiled, watching as his hand traced along her body.
There was no deceit in his gaze or in his touch as he continued to worship her with his tongue, following the path of his hand.
Carrie whimpered as he neared her mound. Her panties had to be soaked by now.
Leon buried his face between her legs and inhaled. Carrie gasped, then arched as he bit the panties, carefully avoiding catching any of her in his teeth, and tugged on them.
She lifted her hips and he pulled them off, only to drop them over the side of the bed.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment.” He licked up the inside of her thigh, both tickling and exciting her.
“Me too.” And she had dreamed of it. Many nights. Some days too.
He arrived at her mound and paused. “Beautiful.” He looked up at her. “Tell me to stop, Carrie. Say nothing and I continue.”
Carrie clamped her lips together, hoping he’d see her desire in her eyes.
He nodded, and then lowered his mouth to her body. He licked her, spreading apart the folds of her sex, and tasted her.
Carrie bit her lip to keep from screaming at the intense pleasure of being touched so intimately by a man again. By Leon. God, what the man could do with his tongue.
He licked, nipped, and laved her until she didn’t know if she could stand one more time or else she’d come.
“Leon,” she whimpered. “I’m…”
“Close?” he whispered, his breath blowing against her moist folds.
She nodded.
“Me too.” He looked down at himself and her gaze followed.
The black briefs had a dark spot at the place where the end of his erection bulged. He looked huge, powerful and with one hand he pushed down his briefs and freed his cock.
Carrie gasped. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” She ran her hand over his arm and his shoulder. “Love the tats. Love you, Leon.”
“I love you, Carrie. I hope you know that.”
She nodded, too full of emotion to speak.
He leaned down and kissed her and she tasted her scent on his lips, in his mouth and on his tongue. It excited her and her mouth watered for a taste of him.
“I want you.” She barely got the words out.
He stroked his cock and a drop of pre-cum squeezed out and landed on her thigh.
“I want you too. Want inside you, honey.” He held his cock at the base. “Gonna come soon. Want to be inside you.”
She nodded and spread her legs farther apart. “Yes. I need you. It’s been so long, Leon.”
“For me too. You’re the only one I want, now and forever, Carrie. Honey, say you want me that way, too.” He brushed the tip of his cock against her folds, teasing her.
“Yes! I want only you.”
He slid his erection up and down her slit, from the clit to the opening and each time he neared it, she arched, trying to get it inside her.
She whimpered with need. “Please, Leon. Now.”
He pressed into her and just like that, slow and easy, he slipped inside her, filling her up, stretching her tunnel, touching her completely as their bodies joined.
“Leon, oh God!” She hissed as he withdrew and then returned, stroking in and out of her near-virginal passage. She hadn’t even put one of those vibrators inside her after her husband’s death, she just used her finger on her clit.
Leon stroked her deep, their bodies meeting each time, his heavy balls slamming against her as he picked up his pace.
She thrust back, meeting him, trying to get him deeper inside her.
It was delicious. Delightful. She loved it. She’d forgotten how much she loved fucking. But it was all coming back to her now.
He shafted her at a furious pace. Something inside her clicked and she felt that first tightening. The signal she was on the climb up to ecstasy.
Would he come too soon? If he did, she’d cry.
But he held off, giving her time to reach her peak. She’d wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on, arms around his neck.
In the space between them, Leon touched her clit and rolled it between his fingers.
Yes, that’s what she needed!
Her body clenched as her sex wrenched, dragging her up the mountain to stand on the edge of the cliff.
Carrie let go and took the plunge.
“Leon!” s
he cried out. Spasms wracked her body as she came, and came, and came. She’d never had a multiple orgasm before, didn’t think they existed, but now?
Leon groaned and slammed into her once more, and then froze.
Inside her, warmth spread as he emptied his seed into her. She remembered this part, how she loved it, being filled, fucked, and then filled again as her mate gave her everything.
Leon sagged, then rolled off, laying on the side of her.
Carrie blinked, letting her vision clear.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he leaned up on his arm to look down at her.
She reached up and pushed a strand of hair off his sweat-dampened brow. “Fine.”
“Just fine?” He smirked.
She rolled her eyes. “Fine as frog’s hair.” Then she laughed.
Leon joined in as he fell back to the bed. “I want to do that again. Frequently.”
“So do I.”
They rolled together on their sides, facing each other.
“Love you, Carrie.”
“Love you, Leon.”
“Marry me?”
“Sure.” She kissed him and he gathered her into his arms.
The last thing she thought of before falling into a peaceful, sated sleep, was what would he say about living here? With a pack of werewolves?
Chapter 5
Carrie sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen as she and Leon finished their breakfast. They’d basked in the afterglow of morning sex for a while until their stomachs began to rumble.
She glanced at the clock over the kitchen door. The family would be getting up soon and making their way down for breakfast. On Saturday and Sunday, the family ate together.
The first through the door was Jake, carrying his infant son, Benjamin, followed by Rebecca.
“Hi, Mom!” He halted in his tracks and stared at Leon.
Carrie tensed and pulled her robe tight. She’d never had a man sleep over before and had no idea how Jake would take it.
He frowned. “Leon.”
Leon nodded and stood, extending his hand. He wore the clothes he’d come in last night and it was obvious. “Morning, Jake.”
Jake looked at Carrie, his gaze darting back to Leon. “You … spent the night?” Jake growled as he handed the baby off to his wife. Rebecca made a face behind him, silently asking Carrie what was up.
Carrie gave a tiny shake of her head.
Leon had the grace to blush. “Well, yes. Carrie asked me to stay.”
Carrie rolled her eyes as Rebecca exclaimed, “Yes!” and did a fist pump.
Jake turned and glared at his wife. His frown didn’t change. “Is this going to be a regular thing?” he asked Leon.
“Yes. I think it will be.” Leon stood straighter. He didn’t match Jake’s height, but definitely his intensity.
Rebecca got the baby in his high chair and took a seat. “Good. About time, if you ask me. You’re getting married in less than six months.”
“If that’s all right with you,” Leon continued.
Just then Russ, Carrie’s son-in-law came in. “If what’s all right with who?” He took in the scene and then headed for the coffee.
“If Leon starts spending the night with Carrie,” Rebecca explained, her eyes filled with laughter.
“Fine with me,” Russ said as he sat down.
“Hey, she’s not your mother!” Jake bellowed.
“Mother-in-law. Counts.” Russ grinned. Those two boys loved getting under each other’s skins, and it pleased Carrie to hear the teasing between them. Just like brothers.
“Does not,” Jake shot back.
“Does too.” Russ leaned over and chucked the baby under its chin, getting a coo from it.
“Boys!” Carrie sighed. “Leon and I are getting married. He’s welcome here anytime. Day. Or. Night.” She gave Jake a hard look. Rebecca snickered. Russ lifted an eyebrow at Jake.
Tori, Carrie’s daughter joined them. “Hi, Leon!” She gave Jake a peck on the cheek, a quick hug to Rebecca, and a kiss on the baby’s head. “Finally got into Mom’s pa—apartment.” She gave Jake a sweet smile.
Jake growled.
“Look. Leon is going to be part of the family. I told him about us.” Carrie knew she had to just come out and say it.
“He knows?” Jake’s frown deepened. “And he’s okay with it?”
This time Leon growled. He’d reached the end of his patience.
Carrie reached over and took Leon’s hand. “Well, yes. And he’s got something to show y’all.” She winked at her lover.
Leon stood. “So, just so you know, young man…” He stared at Jake, “…werewolves are nothing in the great food chain. Remember that. I’m happy to join the family, and I’ll keep your secret, but you’ll have to keep mine.”
“Secret? What secret?” Jake looked from Carrie to Leon and back. The others leaned forward, curiosity shining in their eyes.
“Yeah. What secret?” Tori asked.
Carrie smiled. “Leon’s a dragon.”
She laughed at their reaction, mouths open, eyes wide. Speechless, for once. Poor Russ nearly fell out of his chair.
“Seriously?” Tori asked.
“Yes. I come from a long line of forest dragons.” Leon nodded.
“Did he show you?” Rebecca asked Carrie.
“Yes. He’s beautiful. Iridescent green. Claws. Fire.” Carrie tried to look as serious as she could.
“A dragon. One dragon against two wolves? No contest.” Jake crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.
“Well, we’ll see. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” Leon stood, matching Jake’s stance.
And with a flash of power, the air vibrated and a huge black wolf stood in the kitchen. Benjamin laughed, pointed and said, “Woof!”
And with another sort of power, Leon shifted into dragon form. He puffed a bit of dark gray smoke from his nostrils and flexed his six inch claws.
“Awesome!” Russ jumped up. “Fucking awesome!”
Rebecca and Tori gasped. The baby said, “Meow!”
Carrie laughed. “That’s my man, not a kitty, Ben.”
Jake changed back, followed by Leon.
“Okay.” Jake shrugged. “Big bad dragon. Got it.” He pulled out a chair and fell into it. “If I hadn’t seen it…”
“One more thing.” Carrie turned to Leon and took his hand. “Honey, I want to live here after we’re married.” She held her breath, readying for a fight.
Leon looked around the table at the Carrie’s family.
They stared back, as if each dared him to argue about it.
“I’ll move in right after the wedding.” He took Carrie’s hand and pulled her into his arms. Then he gave her a claiming kiss, right there in the kitchen in front of her entire family.
“Mom!”
“Ew!”
“Go for it, tiger!”
“Kitty!”
Carrie broke the kiss. “I love you, Leon.” She grinned at her family. “And I love all of you. It’s just perfect.”
And it was.
The End
Publisher’s Note
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About Lynn Lorenz
Lynn Lorenz lives in Texas, where she’s a fan of all things Texan, like long horns, big hair, and cowboys in tight jeans. She’s never met a comma she didn’t like, and enjoys editing and brainstorming with other writers. Lynn spends most of her time writing about hot sex with even hotter heroes, plot twists, werewolves, and medieval swashbucklers. She’s currently at work on her latest book, making herself giggle and blush, and avoiding all the housework.
Tracing His Heart
By Cherie Nicholls
Blurb
Carter Jones, known as Jones to his friends, lost part of his soul a long time ago. He had to make a choice between his pack and his heart, a choice that has haunted him and his wolf for years.
Rhea Gracefiel
d, Domme, business woman, and lone wolf, was forced out of her pack when the wolf she loved told their secret.
What happens when Jones finds his way in to the Domme’s Domain?
Dedication
For all those who like a little kink in their lives. Cherie.
Chapter 1
Rhea sat back in her office chair, her feet on her desk, watching the screen. Anyone who didn’t know her would just see a security person watching a bank of CCTV monitors. Those who knew, they’d see how her interest was focused on one screen only, and how tightly she was holding onto her anger.
And, those who really knew Rhea would see how her eyes had changed to those of an animal and they’d hear the low growl that vibrated from her chest.
She reached across to the intercom and pushed the button. “Shelby, can you come in here please?” Rhea asked.
“Be right there, sugar.” Shelby answered.
Rhea sat back in her chair; she hadn’t taken her eyes off the screen at all.
“You called for me, sugar?” Shelby said as she walked in to the office. She perched on the end of the desk.
Rhea nodded toward the screen. “See the man on screen four.”
“Yes, sugar, I do. Fine piece of meat that one. I hear tell that he is very much an animal in the bedroom.” Shelby smiled. “You want me to get him in here for a little ‘one on one’ time?” Shelby wiggled her eyes brows suggestively.
Rhea snarled at her.
“Wow, okay, no one on one. What’s your interest sugar?” Shelby asked.
“Remember I told you about the boy who set me up and had me outcast?” Rhea asked.
“That’s him?” One of the reasons Rhea and Shelby got on so well was the fact the women always understood each other. Shelby might play the silly southern belle, but Rhea had never fallen for the routine.
“Yep. Wanna tell me how he got into this private, invite only, club?” Rhea asked.
“Master P brought him in two weeks ago. I didn’t see any harm, and Master P did vouch for him. But don’t you worry, sugar. I will have his ass kicked clean out of here in two minutes flat.” Shelby assured her.
