Animal Attraction

by Lynn Marie

  God, could it really be like this with someone?

  “My female,” he murmured.

  It was like her body instantly responded to the words. She swayed and her breath quickened as heat seared her core. Her clit pounded with need. All because of those two little words, a particular combination most guys didn’t put together. It sounded so primal.

  Like he knew what was happening inside her panties, he groaned appreciatively. “That’s it,” he crooned, sweet-talking her as he closed the distance between them. “Your body knows.”

  “Michael, I—” she stopped herself. It felt so good, and she needed more, but she couldn’t get rid of something nagging in the back of her head. Something about this—him—seemed too good to be true. “I don’t normally…”

  “I know,” he said somberly.

  “I’ve never felt like this before.”

  “Me either.” His reassurances were firm. She eyed him and the sincerity in his expression was unmistakable. He knew precisely what she meant but, unlike her, it didn’t scare him.

  All right. Who cared about the repercussions? It was time to live in the now. And in the now, she wanted to have sex with this incredibly gorgeous man who made her feel beautiful.

  He reached for her and pulled her into his lap. For all their difference in size, they fit together perfectly in this position. His head dropped down against her shoulder. He inhaled deeply. “You smell so good,” he murmured against her skin.

  Wanting to be closer and feel more of him, she threw her leg over his and turned to straddle him. Now separated by only the thin layer of her panties and his jeans, she could easily feel the bulge in his pants. She made a breathy, needy noise—nothing was headier than affecting someone like that.

  His hand snaked around to her back, spanning the area between her shoulders, while the other cupped her bottom and brought her even closer against his arousal. She was dripping at this point; she could feel it.

  He cupped the back of her neck and slid his fingers into her hair, anchoring her head in place as he made her look up to meet his gaze. “You are beautiful,” he said, eyes dark with lust.

  Without warning, his lips came against hers hard and fast. His kiss was about possession and Evelyn felt herself sink against him in total surrender. Her whole body hummed. She clutched his biceps, letting her fingernails bite into his skin as he took the kiss deeper. She opened her mouth and his tongue plundered inside, exploring her.

  This was a man who understood that a kiss didn’t have to be the first move. A kiss wasn’t just a precursor to foreplay and sex; a kiss was an erotic, sensual act all of its own. His was almost enough to get her to the edge without any other stimulation. That realization startled her, as usually her climax was only the result of long minutes of direct clitoral stimulation and concentration. She’d never come during penetration and only sometimes during oral sex.

  Perhaps it was the nature of the kiss that had her so hot. It was passionate, but it was commanding. With the movement of his lips and body against hers, he was demanding a response from her—one of surrender, even though she was currently on top of him. She met the kiss with eager compliance. Whatever he asked, she’d do.

  There was a tugging at her waist and she realized he was untying her dress. He broke from the kiss and watched her carefully as he did it, waiting for a word of protest. Instead, she smiled coyly and stood. His eyebrows drew together as she crossed the room until he realized that she wasn’t leaving, she was turning out the lights.

  Now bathed in candle and moonlight, she returned to his lap and unknotted her dress. She shrugged out of the smooth material and felt it slide off her shoulders and down her back. With deft fingers, he made quick work of her bra and then she sat before him in only her panties. She fought the urge to cover up; he was essentially a stranger, after all.

  Slowly, he pushed her back and came down to rest next to her on the hay. She stared up at him through half-lowered lids. The rough material of his shirt brushed against her nipples and they hardened. She moaned, half with need and half in anticipatory ecstasy at the sensation.

  The pale light glinted off what she could see of his sun-darkened skin and she was desperate to see more—to see all of him. Plus, she was essentially naked and he was still fully clothed. It sent a rush through her to realize the imbalance of power. Something deep and primal in her liked it.

  She reached for him to start unbuttoning his shirt, but he captured her hands in one of his and held them above her head. A moan spilled from her lips in response to the rush of blood to her sex. She’d always fantasized about being with a dominant man like this.

  “Not yet,” he said, eyes boring into hers.

  He continued to look at her, leisurely taking in every inch of her skin from head to toe. She rocked her hips and squirmed under his close examination. She didn’t want him focusing on her imperfect body. She wanted to see him.

  “Amazing,” he breathed.

  “Don’t,” she said, feeling her cheeks heating. She turned her head to the side and twisted her wrists to try to get him to let go. “Just let me—”

  He grinned down at her. “You’re not going anywhere.” With that, he caught her lips in another mind-bending kiss. She melted against him.

  “Don’t move these,” he whispered next to her ear as he released her arms. Her sex responded to the order with a new wave of wetness. She undulated against him in need. Need to obey and disobey at the same time. She didn’t want to want to do what he told her, but she did.

  “Good girl,” he said in a low growl, making Evelyn writhe as more heat pooled in her lower belly.

  He slowly worked his way down her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her soft stomach until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Hooking the bikini strap around his finger, he tugged her panties down. She lifted her hips to help, and as soon as they were off, he tossed them aside. With that, he came over her, balancing himself on his forearms so he could hover without crushing her. His knee came between her legs, spreading them, and she gasped aloud as the denim brushed against the single most sensitive place on her body. She shook and reached out to him, grasping his shoulders. Using them as leverage, she rubbed herself against his leg.

  “Don’t even try it,” he tutted, collecting both her wrists with one hand again and pressing them back into the hay.

  “But I want to touch you,” she heard herself whisper. It sounded so wanton.

  “I haven’t had my fill, yet.”

  His lips dropped to her neck and he raked his teeth against her skin. She shuddered and struggled against his hold again. She needed to touch him, God damn it! He chuckled at her efforts as he easily held her. With his free hand, he smoothed his way down the length of her, resting in the hollow of her hip. His head moved south on her body, pausing at her breast.

  She sucked in air through her teeth as he licked, then blew on her nipple, making it tighten. He used his hand to cup the weight of her breast and plucked gently at its peak. It hardened almost to the point of pain. Just as she was about to beg him to, he took it into his mouth. She cried out at the sensation of his sucking. He wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t want him to be. She wanted every sensation and more.

  “Harder.”

  He paused. “Say ‘please.’”

  Pangs of desire shot through her belly at his rough command. “Please,” she whimpered, lifting her torso in offering as he moved to her other breast.

  She’d never felt more out of control than she did now, defenseless and nearly naked. He was fully clothed, holding her in place and manipulating her responses, but it didn’t make her feel vulnerable or exposed. She reveled in it; her mind swam with pleasure and her body felt… over-sensitized. Every touch and kiss sent her out of her mind.

  She was wide open, offering every part of herself to him. She couldn’t have moved her arms if she’d wanted to.

  God, she tasted good. Every muscle in his body was tense with desire, and his blood roared in his ear
s. Always quick to respond to strong emotion of any kind, his wolf wasn’t going to be held back much longer—he needed to take her, to feel her wet warmth wrapped around him, to lose himself in the primitive sensations.

  His skin prickled uncomfortably; the wolf was more insistent than usual, but he’d gotten good at keeping the beast at bay. Women liked to be teased, and it was so much fun to watch a woman’s passion consume her. He particularly liked Evelyn’s reactions. She was vocal, and loud.

  And she was beautiful up close. She had a high forehead with arched brows. Her eyes were hazel and her features were delicate—her nose was small and upturned and her mouth was a pouty rosebud. The curve of her jaw was rounded and graceful.

  He cupped the juncture of her legs and dipped his middle finger between the lips. He hissed as his finger slid easily through her silky folds. She was drenched. She cried out and arched against him and he smiled in self-satisfaction. She wanted him. Bad.

  He needed to taste that cream. He kissed his way down her stomach again, enjoying every goose-bump that rose to the surface of her skin in response to his touch. Eventually he was low enough that he was forced to let go of her wrists. To keep her in place, he wrapped that arm under her hips she couldn’t wriggle away and stuck his mouth right between her legs. As soon as he did, her hips thrust up and her hands found his shoulders. Next time, he’d have to tie her up.

  Everywhere. She tasted good everywhere.

  She moaned loudly as he swiped his tongue from her clit to her opening. He used his tongue to mimic what his cock was going to do in about one minute, thrusting it in and out of her. She shuddered in his arms.

  He licked his way back up to her clit, swirled around it, then lapped across it and up and down. All the while, she fell apart in his arms. He knew the instant her orgasm hit because she called out his name into the darkness and bucked so hard she nearly threw him off.

  “I need to be in you right now,” he said, releasing her and bracing himself above her.

  “Do it,” she urged him, lifting her hips.

  He was impatient to feel her naked skin rubbing on his. He ripped his shirt off and shucked off his pants, pausing only a second to tear open the condom packet in his pants pocket and roll it on. This time when he came down on top of her, there was nothing in his way and he could feel every inch of her. He could have exploded right then, and nearly did when he felt her small, warm hand on his dick.

  “You’re… huge,” she said, swallowing as a flash of apprehension crossed her features.

  “It’ll fit,” he soothed. “You’re nice and wet for me.”

  She bit her lip then licked it and he nearly exploded. “I want to take you in my mouth,” she said.

  He groaned. Those words sounded so sexy in her husky whisper. “Later, baby. I’m going to explode.”

  The need to be inside her, to take her and mark her consumed him. He placed himself between her legs and slid home in one thrust. They both cried out. She was so amazingly wet and tight—swollen with blood from her arousal. She squeezed him, but she took all of him. He began thrusting slowly and was rewarded when her eyes flew open and met his. Her look said it all.

  He couldn’t contain himself after that. He took her hard, sensing she didn’t mind one bit from her whimpers of encouragement. Alternating long strokes with short, faster ones, he brought himself to the edge quickly.

  Her arms came down around him and her legs curled around his ass as she hugged him closer. “Harder,” she breathed.

  With a wolfish grin, he happily complied. He lasted, like, two minutes. Especially when she tightened around him and threw her head back as her second orgasm gripped him. He came with her and grunted his release. Unthinking, he leaned his head down and bit the place where her shoulder met her neck.

  It was the mating bite, so other males would know she belonged to someone.

  The bite surprised her, but her gasp quickly turned into a guttural moan and she gripped his shoulders to hold him close, not push him away. He continued to pump his hips as he came into her. When he finished, he caught himself before he collapsed onto her, instead rolling onto his back and carrying her with him.

  They lay in silence for a few moments and he stroked her hair. He was still inside her and it felt right.

  “That was…” she seemed stunned, smiling against his chest.

  Leaving his female so satisfied she didn’t have words? Well, wasn’t that just an ego boost. “For me too,” he assured her.

  “No,” she shook her head. “You don’t understand. It’s never been like that for me. I’ve never come just from sex, I… God, that was amazing.”

  She arched her body against his. Then, like he’d never even had his own release, he felt himself hardening inside of her. She looked down at him in surprise, then her smile turned feline.

  “Really?” she raised an eyebrow.

  He shrugged unapologetically.

  “Poor Michael. How will we remedy this situation?”

  “I have a couple ideas,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

  She laughed and evaded him. Sitting up so that he was still inside her but she was on top, she swung her leg in place next to his hips and began riding him.

  It was the best view. Her breasts bounced as she undulated her body and he fought the urge to yank her down so he could have them in his mouth as she moved. Her skin looked flawless in the moonlight and her hair was mussed from being on the ground, giving her a wild edge. Hay stuck out of it in random places and directions, but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

  He rested his hands on her thighs, urging her forward, watching as his thick shaft disappeared into her and emerged, glossy with his seed and her wetness. The sight was almost enough to drive him crazy, but when she started touching herself—rubbing her clit in little circles and throwing her head back in ecstasy—he couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up and grabbed her hips. Taking control of the situation with a fierce, passionate kiss, he thrust into her wildly.

  She broke apart in his arms, coming long and hard, but still he pounded into her. He felt like it would never be enough. He’d never get enough of her.

  The orgasm crept up on him this time and he fell back, bringing her down hard against his chest. He clutched her close as he came into her again. After, she heaved a loud, satiated sigh and rolled off him. Everything was quiet for what felt like a long time and he turned his head. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling with an even beat.

  She was asleep.

  Chapter 4

  Michael and Trip sat at his kitchen table, eating breakfast over the plans for a building going up the next town over. Michael had always liked doing work at the kitchen table—legs swinging as he puzzled over spelling homework while his mother hummed absently and stirred the boiling pots on the stove. His kitchen was better suited for drawing than cooking, anyway. The appliances were old enough that he had to crouch down to light the pilot if it was too humid, and the knotty pine cabinets and dark green laminate were a bit too cottage-cute for his taste. Cozy, though.

  “Have you been working on drawings for the community center?” Trip asked, shuffling through papers.

  “Yeah,” Michael replied, wiping the milk that dribbled down his chin from talking with a mouth full of cereal.

  Trip let out a labored sigh and fixed Michael with a look. “You shouldn’t be, man. We’re swamped with other stuff. Stuff that people won’t veto at the next town meeting.”

  “Don’t worry. The other stuff is going to get done, and the community center won’t be vetoed. I just have to figure out how to fund it.”

  Trip slumped down in his chair and looked away with a petulant pout on his lips. “Did you forget about Jared’s addition? We’re supposed to submit the drawings on Friday.”

  “Relax. I’ll have it finished today, I promise.”

  “You’ve been working on them all week and you aren’t any further along. You’re distracted. It’s not like you,” Trip noticed,
taking a sip of his coffee.

  In fact, Michael was itching for them to be done so he could go to the bakery. He’d been thinking about Evelyn all day. Earlier, he’d decided she’d look killer with a plug in her ass while he fucked her from behind, so he’d ordered one. Rush delivery.

  He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn’t get her out of his head. He wanted her every way he could think of. He wasn’t sure where her head was at, but there was no way he was letting last night become a one-time thing. It had been too… much. Too hot, too amazing.

  Sure, he was commanding in bed—handcuffs were in his bedside table next to the box of condoms—and he could be a little rough when he knew the girl was into it, but he’d never had the desire to experiment with domination on this level. He needed her pleasure, needed to be master of it. He wanted to make her cry out his name and leave her with a mark so everyone would know who she belonged to.

  Sort of like he’d done last night.

  But what really made it hot was how into it she’d been, how naturally submissive her responses were. The memory of her writhing underneath him, clearly grappling with the urge to both obey and disobey him… well, it was going to get him hard unless he stopped thinking about it.

  Michael had woken with something poking into his hip. Groggily, he’d opened his eyes and rolled until he could dig the offending piece of hay out of his skin. He then flopped over and reached for Evelyn next to him, but she wasn’t there. His eyes flew open and, sure enough, the matted area of hay next to him was empty.

  It was early, the sun was in his eyes and he was confused. And maybe a little hurt that she’d left him alone to wake up. He actually felt kind of—laughably—used. That was, until he dressed and checked his phone. She’d left him a text message.