“I don’t know where to start with you,” he moaned. “I want to take you piece by piece, then to put you together and start over. I want to do things to you with my mouth, my fingers, my…”
“You can do anything and everything,” she said. But somewhere in the back of her mind was another swift reprimand. You haven’t gotten to know him. He’s hiding things, and you’re about to have sex with him in an alleyway.
But she hushed the voice. Stronger was the one that growled at her, her inner animal, telling her to give in to desire. That she should accept what was happening without question or analysis. She’d never wanted anyone like this in her life. Never been so aroused, so excited by a man. He was…special.
Chapter Six
Tyler managed by some magic to be firm and gentle at the same time as he held her wrists, pinning her hands at her sides. His lips seemed to glide over any skin that was exposed, grazing her neck, her jawbone, her own lips again and again, each time a delectable tease. And still he pressed into her, forcing her body into a sort of willing submission as she enjoyed every second of intense pleasure.
“Have you ever been taken in a place like this?” he growled, the lion in him dominant as his lips landed on her collarbone, his body backing away slightly.
“Never. Have you taken many women in a place like this?”
“Never.” But, his lion growled internally, I will take you here and now, Naomi. I need to claim you.
He pulled her away from the wall, his hands slipping behind her, finding the top of her zipper and making quick work of it. As the dress slipped away, Naomi felt hot palms on her back, seeking the closure of her bra. Her body trembled under his touch, as though already on the verge of explosion.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Not in the least,” she said. “Though my teeth might start chattering. You’re doing…strange things to me.”
“Good,” he said, smiling as her bra came away and he slid his hands forward, pulling her clothes off her shoulders and down. He cupped his hands over her breasts at first as though wishing to provide her with a modicum of coverage. But it wasn’t long before they’d moved underneath the round white flesh, his eyes fixed on her nipples, which tightened with the cool of the night.
“Are your nipples sensitive?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He kissed her again and this time she bit his lower lip, the animal in her possessive and mischievous. She felt him smile as she did it; a sign of approval as his tongue swept over hers once again, savouring her taste.
As he pulled back, his eyes met hers and he brought a thumb to her mouth, slipping it over her lips as she understood. She took his hand with both of hers, his thumb penetrating her mouth as she sucked it, her tongue lapping at its tip.
“You have an exquisite mouth,” he said. “My little ferret.”
“Thank you. We’re known for our mouths.”
“I look forward to getting to know it more intimately.”
He ran his wet thumb over her nipple, staring once again as its tip reddened, hardening to a pebble as Naomi let out a soft gasp.
Tyler eased her dress down further then, slipping it over her generous hips, and she stepped out of it into the cool of the night air.
“You’re so damned beautiful. If I’d known what this evening might entail,” Tyler said, “I’d have been a happy man.”
“And are you? Happy, I mean?”
“So fucking happy that you don’t even know.”
He was on his knees in an instant, his fingers pulling at the waist of her lace panties, tugging downward so that he could see a tuft of well-groomed hair. As Tyler’s eyes came up again to meet hers, he slid an index finger into the dip between her legs, teasing her clit before finding her slick opening.
“I can’t believe how wet you are,” he moaned.
“Can’t you? I can. I was wet when I saw you at Miri’s. I was wet when you texted me. My pussy has been ready for you since the first moment I saw you.”
“Well, then, I shouldn’t keep it waiting.”
He yanked her panties down without hesitation, her high heels the only thing left on her body.
“Don’t be mad,” he said, kissing the tops of her thighs, his hands easing her legs apart. “I want to eat you out.”
“I’d be insane to tell you to stop,” she said, letting out a quiet laugh as she moved her feet apart. Something about standing in this dimly lit place in nothing but heels, her legs splayed, felt amazingly naughty, sexy and empowering, all at the same time. At any moment a person could turn this way and see her, the gorgeous man kneeling before her, his mouth about to send her into fits of ecstasy. What a sight the two of them must be.
But more amazing was the sensation. It had been so long since her pussy had been tended by someone’s tongue that she’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. But Tyler seemed to know just what to do.
Each hand crept up, his fingers gently circling her nipples as he lapped at her, slowly, surely, taking in each inch of her wetness as though grooming her. Inside, her ferret purred with contentment as it remembered the lion within him; the beast, strong and powerful, now as gentle as anything.
He pinched her nipples softly between the index and middle fingers, pulling them just a little as she pressed her palms into the wall, staving off the inevitable climax.
“That feels so good,” she murmured. “Keep doing it just like that.”
But, almost in defiance, he changed his pattern, his tongue focusing now on only her delicate bud. Naomi felt her channel tighten into a mass of nerves and contracting muscle, readying itself for him to be inside her.
“Naughty boy,” she said softly, her hands gripping his hair as she pulled his face away. He looked up at her and smiled, his teeth gleaming white despite the dark.
He rose a little, his two hands cupping her left breast, teeth biting her nipple gently as she tossed her head back. Again, he rubbed her with his fingers, his thumb and middle finger rolling her clit gently between them as he moved to the right nipple.
“Have you ever been naked in a place like this before?” he asked, his lips moving down her torso again as his hands grasped her thighs.
“No.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He returned his attention to her pussy, lapping at her so that his tongue penetrated her again and again, her juices coating his mouth. She was unabashedly wet, proud of how horny he made her.
As his tongue flicked over her clit she watched, enthralled and wishing that she were filming him. She could watch this over and over again—the man who devoted himself to her absolute pleasure. He was feral in his task, a wild thing, giving in to a desire to pleasure her before taking her for himself.
And then, without missing a beat, his cool fingers were slipping over her slit, then easing into her, two, three at once, splitting her open for him. He fucked her like that, his tongue still focused, still intent on its task.
She knew that he could feel it: the pulsing, the anticipation of her channel as it prepared for her orgasm. She would come, and then she would beg him to be inside her, if necessary. She needed the cock that she’d felt pressing into her backside. She’d never wanted anything more, in fact.
And as she thought about it, imagining what he would feel like inside her, she exploded, a soft cry escaping her lips as she came for him.
He responded with a moan as he ate her, his fingers driving into her deep, hard, a reminder of things to come.
Naomi flipped herself around, presenting her back to him and he understood, tearing his pants down to sit at his ankles. Once again she felt him push into her backside, his long, thick shaft resting for a moment in the cleavage of her round ass.
“Is it okay?” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck once again.
“Yes,” she said. “So okay.”
He was gentle, his cock head seeking her welcoming s
lit before easing into her. But when it had made its entrance, he thrust hard, eliciting another cry from his naked companion, whose palms lay flat against the wall before them as she bent to receive him. “You’re huge,” she moaned. “So huge.”
“Is that a problem?” he asked, half-grinning and half serious. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“So far from a problem. Fuck me,” she ordered. “Take my body, now.”
* * *
Tyler grinned before his expression shifted to a serious one. Inside him, his lion let out a fierce growl; a possessive statement. She was his, this woman: she was his for good. He was marking her now, with his teeth, with his scent. And soon she would have all of him, just as he was taking all of her.
And it felt so good and so right, as he pulled out, his eyes taking in her shapely curves, her beautiful wetness spread over his hardness. This was as things were meant to be.
He pulled out completely before navigating back in and thrusting hard once again. He loved how vocal she was, as though she didn’t give a shit if anyone could hear them. She just wanted to be fucked; she was an animal, like him. And her pussy was sublime. Velvet, taking in his length and milking his shaft, tight and warm around him.
As he stared at her ass he felt his hips speed up, almost of their own volition, his body driving into hers forcefully as she encouraged him. His hands went to her hips, pulling her back as he pushed himself inside her, deep, his body slamming into her with conviction.
“I need you, sweetheart,” he said. “I need this.”
“Take it, take me,” she groaned. “Use me for every need that you have. I want it too.”
He slammed into her again and again, his pace frenetic. And then he felt his mind empty, his head spinning as he shot heat into her core, her pussy tightening around his cock, draining him of everything, his soul, his essence left inside her.
And even after he’d come, he fucked her slowly, not wanting to leave the pleasure of her body behind.
“You’re sweetness personified,” he said, easing in and out of her luscious body. “In every sense of the word. I could fucking eat you up.”
“So do it,” she replied.
“I will. I’ll eat you so many times that you beg me to give you a break. And then I’ll eat you some more.”
When he’d pulled out, she turned to him once again, making no move to grab her dress from the ground. Her body glowed light in the dark, a lovely sheen between her legs evidence of their combined arousal.
Tyler took in her eyes, shining in the dark. They were so beautiful, so feminine and sexy. They looked into him, searching for clues as to who and what he was, seeming to wonder if he was real.
He leaned in and kissed her once again, this time more tender than the last, his immediate need sated, if only slightly. “Please,” he said, his forehead leaning against hers for a moment. “Tell me that I can sleep with you tonight. Tell me I can do this to you again. That I can eat you some more. Please.”
“If you think there’s any way I’m letting you go home, you’re mad,” she said. “I’d tie you up and drag you into a cab if you made me. I may be a ferret shifter, but I’m strong.”
“Good. Get dressed and let’s go. I’m not leaving you anytime soon.” As the words came out, he wondered if he meant them.
Chapter Seven
In the morning when Naomi awoke, her new lover was gone.
Only a note remained on the kitchen table:
Naomi—Thank you for last night and all that it entailed. I had to check in on the boss. Duty and all that. Will call later.
T.
In her gut, a nagging feeling began to churn.
The night had been fantastic. Tyler was everything that she’d wanted, and more: strong, sexy, gentle and firm all at once. After their tryst in the alley, she’d brought him home and they’d spent very little time sleeping; most of the night had consisted of his mouth on some part of her.
But now he’d left a terse note with absolutely no indication of interest in her. She wasn’t new to the rodeo and she’d seen this sort of behaviour before. In her experience, men had a nasty habit of running away after they’d gotten what they wanted. Maybe, after all, the gorgeous lion shifter was just like every other man. Maybe everything he’d said the night before had been bullshit; an attempt to get her naked.
She sighed. What the hell was it with males, anyhow?
But her shifter’s instincts had been so clear last night. He was somehow meant for her—she’d known it. Why the doubt this morning? Probably some sort of fog caused by a temporary addiction—the night of great sex had only made her want more. And sex with Tyler had been a few levels above great; it had been remarkable. He was working on a whole new level, and to tease her with his offerings, only to take them away immediately, seemed cruel.
Men sometimes seemed content to wander the world, spreading themselves around among the female population as though it were some noble act of generosity. A night of passion with a woman might be enough to satisfy a man like him before moving on to his next victim, even if she’d woken up wishing for a thousand more nights just like it.
Naomi rose from the bed, wondering if her first instincts about Tyler had been too on the ball. He was troubled deep inside, and that might mean that real intimacy might be impossible. He was a runner. Maybe she should have gone for Quinn, the wealthy wolf shifter. He was probably stable, at least.
Fuck it. I saw the guy possibly hitting on a way-too-young woman at the gala. He’s probably no better. As she threw on her robe, she reminded herself not to regret choosing the lion over the wolf, and to hold him to his word, at least for the time being. He might call. No. He would call. He’d said so. She was filling herself with doubt because it was the easy way out. Being angry with him was far simpler than admitting that she’d quickly begun to feel for him as she’d never felt for anyone in her life. And it scared the living hell out of her.
But for now, she’d be a grown up and drink her coffee, trying to forget temporarily that between her legs her body was still purring with pleasure. She’d write her damn book. Something told her that today’s chapter would involve a spurned, angry woman. A woman whose heart had opened ever so slightly; just enough to let in a shred of fondness, desire and hope.
Stupid, stupid hearts. Fictional or not, they were organs of betrayal and foolishness. And hers was no exception.
* * *
As Tyler stretched out his arms in the cab’s back seat, the vehicle surged towards his destination, its driver seemingly oblivious to the fact that the man behind him had spent several hours engaged in mind-blowing sex with the sexiest woman he’d ever met.
His eyes glazed over as he recalled the first thing he’d seen when he’d slipped out of Naomi’s bed that morning. Standing by the window, he’d turned to look at her as she slept, the newly rising sun projecting its first rays through the thin curtains that draped the large windows. It was earlier than he usually got up—not yet 7:00 a.m. But he was unaccustomed to sleeping with a lover. Lovers, historically, were only required for his own temporary satisfaction, a respite from the voices in his head condemning him as unworthy of their attentions.
But as he’d stared at her, pulling his tuxedo pants on, the voices in his head migrated to his chest. Naomi was so lovely. Her makeup was all but gone, hair tousled by their eventful night. His fingers had locked into that mane of hers more than once, and her fingers in his, pulling, pleading, demanding, the animals within them dominating their instincts as they’d possessed one another. And yet at moments they’d been gentle with one another, almost loving.
And now she was peaceful and quiet, the previous night’s passion mostly erased from her face. Though her lips, slightly parted, were still swollen pink and inviting—more evidence of their activities the night before. She was an angel, if angels gave incredible blow jobs and had pussies that a man’s cock could live in forever. If angels made a guy feel important, entertaining, and valued. And if angels wal
ked the earth and shifted into ferrets—which seemed like a long shot.
As Tyler had stared at her, it had hit him: this was the sort of woman he could be with forever. And as much as he knew he should be happy about it, the thought scared the living hell out of him. If she was the one—or even a one—he would have to tell her about his past. And she would probably run like the wind. It would be the only sane thing for a woman like her to do, and he wouldn’t blame her. He should never have gone to Miri’s, never subjected a woman like Naomi to his presence. He was a jagged piece of glass, broken and dangerous.
He’d thrown on the rest of his clothes, jotted down a few words on a scrap of paper and left it on the table for her. It said that he had to check on the Sovereign, which wasn’t entirely true. But still, he should. He’d basically bailed on his duties the previous night, albeit with the blessings of a drunk lion shifter. It was his job to make sure that Lucas had made it home safely.
Outside, he’d hailed the cab and headed for Lucas’s place: a glass-walled penthouse atop one of the city’s tallest skyscrapers in the Shardik territory. Lucas had given his trusted bodyguards the access code so that they could come and go as they wished, and he intended to make use of the privilege rather than buzz and risk waking the boss.
The building stretched skyward, tall, narrow and silver, reflecting the clouds in its glass panels. Tyler looked up at its impressive height when he arrived, a slight pang of envy setting in. What must it be like to be able to live on top of such a place? But he was no Sovereign; he was a guardian. And they stayed closer to earth.
When he’d entered the foyer, he used his code to take the express elevator that landed him in Lucas’s living room and wandered over to plant himself on a high stool at the kitchen’s counter.
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