by Gina Kincade
She watched as the meaning of her statement dawned on him. His grip eased, and a flicker of shame softened his expression. Just as quickly, desire transformed his features again. He swept her off her feet, holding her tight to his chest as he gently placed her on the bed.
In one fluid motion, he was over her, pulling her legs around his hips as he leaned forward to kiss her. His mouth, his lips were frantic and possessive. She felt the apology ad demand in them. She moaned, head spinning from the swift change in him. Between her thighs, she felt his muscled frame pressing hard against her aching slit. He was shaking, barely holding onto his control as he held her gaze. Everything she needs to see was in there.
The first inch of him pushing into her made her eyes glaze over. Holy shit! She was about to come before he’d even buried himself all the way. He shook even harder as he attempted to take things slowly. The next inch had her trembling with need and euphoria, clamping onto his shaft so hard she felt it twitch. She couldn’t take it anymore. Ramming her hips up to meet his, she sheathed him completely, buried him right to his hilt. She screamed into his mouth as what would have been mind-numbing pain mixed with the pleasure of a blown-out orgasm. He was still within her waiting for her to adjust to him. When she clenched on him, Ryan groaned as he came inside her so violently that she felt every ounce of his sperm hitting her womb. She couldn’t even try to prevent the second orgasm that bust on her as she arched into him, forcing his throbbing cock even deeper inside her.
HE WAS SEATED ON THE side of the bed, his back to her when she woke the next morning. His downcast shoulders alerted her that something was wrong. She sat up behind him.
“I’ve been an idiot,” he said without turning back to look at her.
She didn’t know what he meant, but she waited to hear what he would say.
“I never held out hope for someone like you. And then you came into it, so unassuming. I didn’t want you falling in love with me.”
She stiffened behind him. Did he know she loved him? Had she said something telling the night before?
“I didn’t think it was fair to you. What if the curse transferred to you? I convinced myself that as long as it was just physical, you were safe. I discounted you.”
Now, he turned to her. His gaze was accusing, “You made me fall in love with you. I was helpless but to fall in love with you. You were my angel. You saved me when I nearly went mad with pain. And then you left me. Do you know what that did to me?” He gripped her arms and drew her closer. He calmed a little with her in his arms. That one week you were away from me was all it took for me to realize that I put up my walls too late. You’re inside me, Lucy. I can’t...”
He drew her into his arms.
“I love you,” Lucy whispered. She couldn’t bear for him to hurt like this. She didn’t care if she was the only one in love.
He drew her back, “What did you say?”
Despite her earlier boldness, she now felt self-conscious. She glanced at him from under her lashes, “I love you.”
She couldn’t mistake his sigh of relief, “Thank God! I was afraid I was alone in that. But, I was determined to have you, even if you didn’t love me like I love you.”
She gasped, “You love me?”
He looked at her like she had gone crazy, "You honestly think I would go to such lengths as I have with you, with anyone else, if I didn't love you? I am not very good with words, and I was slow in catching on to my feelings, but I do love you."
Her grin was wider than a Cheshire cat’s as she scooted into his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, “Make love to me, Ryan.”
He growled in response, tumbling her onto her back, on the bed.
His thumb found her wet, open folds. He groaned as he inserted it into her, pushing it deep inside. She whimpered as he replaced he leaned down to replace his thumb with his thumb, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart, stroking down the dark crevice there.
A thought occurred to her. “Ryan? When will I meet your beast?”
He stilled against her. “You left because you heard Andrea and I talking?” It wasn’t a question. Shaking his head ruefully, “You already met him. If you had stayed and asked me instead of running away, we could have already resolved this long before now.”
All Lucy heard was that she had met the beast. “I have when. I don’t remember seeing any beasts of you changing into something else.”
He chuckled as he began placing wet kisses on her pussy, between his words, “I don’t turn into something else, but ever since the curse, I’ve liked my sex rougher and a little unconventional.”
His kisses were beginning to move lower and lower on her pussy as he spoke. His voice was also darker now. “Like yesterday?”
She blushed as she remembered the day before, “You didn’t feel like a beast at all. It was perfect.”
He lifted his brow at her as he asked, “How do you feel down here?” He asked this as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. She moaned, pushing against his fingers. She was sore, but she also wanted more.
Shifting, he fastened his mouth to her clit and sucked hard, drawing it deep as he started to fuck her with his fingers at the same time. She was so hung up on the pleasure that she didn't notice his other hand. It was gathering cream from her pussy and spreading it lower and lower. When he pushed ever so slowly inside the tightly puckered hole of her anus, she gasped in surprise, but it was quickly eclipsed by pleasure as he pressed up inside of her pussy with his other hand. Slowly, he stretched her gently. The bite of pain blended in with the pleasure of his mouth and hand on her clit and pussy. She arched up against his mouth as she started to come.
She screamed, bucking against his mouth and riding his fingers, unknowingly taking more and more of his finger slowly inside her ass as she rode him. “Ryan!” She spasmed so hard she could have sworn she saw stars. “Ryan.”
“Shhh,” he murmured as he slowly pushed in and out, stretching her and drawing out her pleasure as she came.
Her lashes fluttered open in time to see him stripping out of the boxers he had tugged back on when he had woken up. Coming down over her, he caught her thighs. He spread them wide as he surged deep, driving into her hard and fast. She screamed. The hard cock stretched her pussy as it adjusted to him. When he started to move, she gave a loud moan that he covered with his mouth, swallowing it as it started to fall from her lips.
His chest was hot against hers, moving raggedly with each breath he took as he drove deep inside her. He wasn't gentle as he rode her roughly, holding her thighs wide open for his thrusts. Her taste was on his tongue as he kissed her thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he thrust into her below. Her heart trembled as he hit a particular spot deep inside her, and she felt herself start to come again.
He moaned her name against her lips as he started to come apart. She felt him as he thrust right to the mouth of her womb before spilling into her.
When they had both come down enough to speak, he raised up a little, transferring his weight to his hands on either side of her. He smiled, pushing back her hair, “We’ve not been using condoms.”
Her eyes widened. She had been angry at first, then in the throes of pleasure yesterday. Neither emotion had given room for thinking about condoms. She felt panic start to rise.
“Oh, God!”
“You don’t want my babies?”
"Babies?" That had been his plan all along. She struggled to get out from under him, but he wouldn't let her. "How dare you? You should have discussed it with me first!"
The joy that crossed his face made it hard for her stay mad, "So, you want my babies, but you're mad I didn't tell you first?"
She shook her head at him furious and amused all at once. “I’m not ready to have babies, yet.”
His kissing her neck distracted her as well as the swelling of his member inside her.
"I don't mind waiting till you're ready. I must warn you though; I hate condoms. I am going to find every ex
cuse to avoid using them. You're going to have to watch me very closely to ensure I use them," his eyes darkened as he said this. He was already back to full mask inside her.
“What if I’m already pregnant?”
If possible, his cock grew a little more inside of her. A hard thrust was his response. She sighed realizing that they still weren’t using condoms, but she was loathed to ask him to pull out to get one. She wrapped her legs around him as she cradled him close to her. He was no longer a phantom in her dreams. He was her Ryan, and he loved her. Just before her mind was carried away in pleasure, she remembered something she saw. With his back turned to her, most of his tattoos had disappeared, except the dragon in the middle of his back. She would have to remember to tell him that later. She moaned on a particularly deep thrust, much later.
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Lexi Thorne
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I write sexy erotic romances with a focus in paranormal romance, dark fantasy and urban fantasy. The majority of my stories are about LGBT pairings but I also write about heterosexual pairings as well. The majority of my stories however are lesbian erotic romances. So if you like some girl on girl action I'm your gal. I write sweet and sensual, as well as rough and kinky so I should be able to wet all of your appetites and fulfill your explicit desires.
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Other Books by Lexi Thorne
Coffin Mates
Lust for the Pirate Queen
Shifter Vigilante
by Cate Farren
The main hero in this is bisexual. There is one MM sex scene. The remaining sex scenes are MF. There is talk of a character’s past abusive relationship. There is some violence and the occasional swearword.
Copyright Cate Farren 2017
Edited by Angela Campbell
Cover by Designrans
Everett Brown returns home from the military a broken man, finding everything in his home town has changed around him. Then he meets Star, the sister of his friends-with-benefits gay lover, Cable. Can she bring him happiness and sooth the polar bear shifter within him?
Prologue
5th November 2010
Everett smiled as he found Star sitting by the kitchen table. She had the local newspaper in her hands, a steaming mug of coffee standing idly by and a half eaten cinnamon raisin bagel. She was too engrossed in whatever she was reading to notice him.
He started to nibble her ear, grinning as she giggled excitedly. She had this tender spot behind her ear that would drive her wild when stimulated.
And I know how to stimulate her.
“You’re in a randy mood this morning,” she said, her eyes still on the article she was reading. “I like it.”
They loved the local Sylvester newspaper. It was always full of humorous stories about local people. It made you feel the world wasn’t all doom and gloom.
“What’s so interesting in the local rag this morning?” he asked, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading her nipples. The nipple ring she’d just got, twanged as he played with it. “Someone lost their cat?”
She placed the paper on the table, revealing the front page.
“The polar bear has attacked someone else,” she said calmly.
He quickly read the article, liking how it presented the polar bear. It was far from what the paper said when the attacks had first started.
“Hmm,” he said, ignoring her. “Maybe he did.”
She looked up at him. “People are starting to notice that the only people that the polar bear attacks are criminals who get away with their crimes. They’re saying he’s some sort of rebel.”
He kissed her on the back of the neck and whispered, “I prefer the term vigilante.”
Chapter 1
20th February 2010
“Have you got him?”
Everett lined up his sight. The bogey was sitting at a table near the pool, sipping an orange cocktail. His target thought because he was rich and had connections with US senators he could get away with supplying weapons to the Taliban. He appeared smug, knowing he was untouchable. He was wrong. The government that he thought protected him wanted him dead.
A curvaceous woman of middle eastern descent emerged from the pool. She was naked, water dripping between her breasts. Everett gave her a brief second look before focusing back on his target.
“Emil Vaquey is a piece of shit,” said the voice in his ear mic. “The bombs he sold to terrorists have killed dozens of our soldiers.”
“I know that,” said Everett.
Some of those soldiers had been his friends. This was why he’d volunteered to take Emil out himself. He wanted to put a bullet in this bastard’s head personally. The operation may not exactly be sanctioned. They could get into a lot of trouble if they were found out. It didn’t concern Everett that one part of the government had no idea what the other part was doing. All he wanted was Emil dead.
“You can take the shot any time you want,” said the voice.
It was Edie Monroe, a tech specialist working out of an unmarked van. She was parked down the road, idling outside a deserted house. It was the winter. Most of the houses on this stretch of the beach in the Hamptons were empty.
“I want to watch him for a bit,” Everett replied.
“You’re just getting yourself worked up,” said Edie. “Just kill him and then we can go out and celebrate.” She giggled. “Or stay in and celebrate. It’s up to you.”
One of the soldiers killed because of Emil’s greed had been Adrian’s best friend, Parker. They’d been together all through the army. They’d been like brothers. He’d even been best man at Parker’s wedding to Edie’s twin brother, Edward. They’d all been devastated by his death, taken out by a bomb made by their own country.
“Never going to happen,” he said, grinning.
Everett and Edie had flirted shamelessly with each other for nearly a decade. It was harmless and they’d never actually done anything. The truth was he looked upon Edie more as a best friend than a potential lover. Besides, he had someone waiting for him back home.
Aina.
He and Aina had dated since they were twelve years old. They’d broken up and gotten back together a dozen times since. They were currently on a break, but he knew they were soul mates. She would be waiting for him when he got back, just like she always was, and then he was going to propose. He was thirty. It was about time he settled down, had kids, got a mortgage.
“What are you going to do when this is all over?” he asked.
The naked woman was rubbing herself down with a towel. Everett found her to be rather repulsive. She was beautiful certainly, but there was a certain brazen quality that rotted his stomach.
“I’m not quitting,” said Edie.
“I thought you wanted to give this life up?” Everett asked.
“It’s all I know. Besides, they offered me a pay rise. I couldn’t really say no.”
“I worry for you.”
Edie laughed. “I’m fine.”
The woman walked past Emil. He didn’t offer her a single glance, like she was set dressing.
“Are you going to shoot him or what?” Edie asked.
“He deserves more than just a quick death,” said Everett. “He deserves pain.”
“Just shoot him.”
Everett pulled the trigger. Emil’s head shattered, showering the surface of the pool with blood a
nd brains. He nodded his head at a job well done.
That’s for Edward.
EVERETT CLOSED THE back of the van and dropped his rifle. Edie began to dismantle it with efficiency as he got into the driver’s seat. His hands clutched the steering wheel, ready to drive, when he caught a whiff of Edie’s vanilla perfume. It was intoxicating.
“Are we going or what?” Edie demanded shrilly.
He stared into the windshield, at the faint outline of his reflection. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. He felt aroused. Maybe it was because this was his last mission and he might never get to spend more quality time with her again, but he wanted her like he’d never wanted anyone before. It was like a compulsion.
“Everett?” Edie called, climbing into the passenger seat. “What’s wrong?”
He looked at her. “Is our flirting leading to anything?”
She bit her lip before saying, “You know I like you. I always have.”
“So...”
The next few minutes were a heated tangle of limbs, laughter and kisses. It was fun, sexy, and Everett felt he was maybe taking things too far, but he couldn’t help himself. He was caught in the moment.
The bra was soon dispensed with, Everett’s practiced hands easily operating the clasp at the back. He yanked it away, throwing it in the back. It landed amid the guns and monitoring equipment.
Edie’s nipples were already standing to attention. Everett teasingly grazed them with his fingers a moment, eager to explore every facet of her body, but this wasn’t the time for foreplay and they both knew it. They wanted relief, hard and fast. Edie’s actions were confirmation enough as she embraced his back, forcefully exerting pressure to bring him closer. Everett complied, hunger in his eyes, matching the starved expression below.
Everett lifted her toned thighs up from the cool leather of the seat, parting shapely legs to expose her already moist vagina. The angle was awkward and he couldn’t get the leverage needed, half seated, so he raised her legs higher, draping them over his shoulders. Edie eagerly accommodated him, shifting a little on the seating to make the maneuvering easier.
