by Erin Havoc
I follow. Of course I do. I’d do anything to have a chance with this woman. With this amazing woman that’s now giving me one shot.
She turns the doorknob to an emergency exit and we enter the stairwell. White light bathes us, and the silence is so complete the shutting of the door sounds like a bomb. Faith presses her back to the wall, peering down at her shoes. Today, she’s wearing a pair of black legging and a black shirt that hugs her curves perfectly. She’s so fucking hot. My cock hardens instantly as I take her in.
Digging her hands into her lab coat pockets, she meets my eyes. “I joined the Shifter Dating App, and it turns out... You were not lying.”
A smile tugs at my lips. I’m careful with the words I tell her. Fuck, I can’t scare her now. “I wasn’t. You are my mate.”
Her dark wavy hair moving as she cocks her head, I watch her face shift. Her eyes studying me for the first time. “I never gave it much thought. I thought you were lying to get in my pants.”
I chuckle. “I do want to get in your pants though.” Fuck, why the hell did I say it?
But she smiles, and it’s the first smile I see her giving me. And from this moment, I know nothing will ever stop me from making her happy. It’s the most beautiful thing. Her entire face lights up with a simple gesture. She gets ten times more beautiful, and I thought that was impossible.
“Look, Nolan...” My muscles flex in response to the word. I love the way my name sounds on her lips. My cock pulses inside my pants. “I’m older and I’ve already had my fair share of disappointments in life. I’m not one for sleeping around. I like commitment. We can go out, but I’m not doing flings.”
I shake my head several times. “No flings. I don’t want a fling with you.” Taking a step, I press a hand next to her head on the wall. She’s so close I can see the color changing in her pupils. And she smells delicious. “I want the whole thing. Everything.”
Faith brings the corner of her lip between her teeth, and I’m doing everything I can not to stamp my mouth on hers. “All right,” she breathes against my face, tilting her head back. “Then I want to give it a try.”
Joy explodes in my chest, and a smile takes my face. This time, I can’t hold back. My lion is too impatient. We’ve waited too long.
I bend and capture her lips with mine.
Faith grunts against my mouth, but she doesn’t push me away. She doesn’t touch me for a time, as we slide our lips against one another, and even after I pry her mouth open. Dipping my tongue inside, I seek a response, I touch and explore. Finally, she releases a sigh, and her hands come to rest around my hips.
When I press my body to hers, everything clicks in place. She molds against me, her curves fitting my angles perfectly. Our tongues sweep over one another, and I devour the sounds she makes. Soft moans on the back of her throat as I bury my hands in her hair. Whimpers as I run circles with a thumb on her temple. Her nails dig into my body as her hips move against mine.
The kiss grows fierce. Urgent. Faith circles her hips against my cock, and I move to find her center. The smell of her arousal explodes in my nostrils, and I don’t hold back the growl. My lion is telling me to take her. Mate her before she gets cold feet. But that’s not how I’m going to do things.
We’re doing everything right with her. She’s the one for me, and she deserves the best.
Faith’s hands explore my back and shoulders shyly. I buck into her pussy, ramming my cock between her legs as she moans louder. The kiss breaks so I can explore her neck. Nibble on her ear. Lick along the column of her throat. I bury my face between her tits, taking deep breaths as another growl escapes me. My hands find her breasts, circling her nipples, and Faith’s head drops to one side. Her motions grow erratic, and from how much I smell her arousal, I know she’s coming soon.
A door some floors above slams shut. The two of us jump with the sound and Faith pushes me off slightly. But her hands fist my shirt and she keeps us pinned together.
When her eyes meet mine, I have to hold back from jizzing in my pants. Lust has painted her cheeks pink, and it glistens in her eyes. Fuck, I can’t wait to sink my cock in her cunt. Taste her juices. Watch her bounce over me.
“I leave at five,” she says in a broken voice.
I press one last kiss to the corner of her mouth, gripping her shapely hips between my hands. “I’ll come to get you.”
She nods before escaping, her breath catching, her ass swaying. And I know I’m a goner. This woman has me around her finger. On my knees. Ready to adore her for the rest of our lives.
6
FAITH
God bless best friends.
Claire’s still in town, so I contact her. After telling her where my spare key is, I beg her to bring me a couple of clothes to choose from. I don’t tell her the reason, but like every other event in my life, she knows without a word. She shoots me knowing glances when she meets me at the hospital entrance. In a duffel bag, she’s packed two dresses, a sexy pair of black lingerie, perfume, makeup, and a condom. If she doesn’t expect me to get laid, I don’t know what.
My best friend doesn’t brag, even if she deserves to.
After my shift is over, I run into the bathroom to freshen up. After the waves of heat Nolan’s kisses sent down my body, I can’t get my mind off him. I’m his mate. This means he’s the right man for me. The one who would never break my heart. Never disappoint me. Never cheat on me.
If there’s someone I can trust, that’s him. And that comes as a surprise to me.
I thought I would never have another chance at love. And I wasn’t interested. If Nolan hadn’t shown up in my life, being persistent and demanding to take me somewhere, I would never feel this way again.
Leaving the hospital wearing exactly what Claire brought me—the lingerie, a dark blue tube dress, flats, and a little makeup—, I take a deep breath and cross the sidewalk, looking for Nolan. He’s already waiting for me, leaning against a black Prius down the street. He raises his head from his phone as if he had felt me, and a beautiful smile stretches on his face.
“Hey,” I greet as I cross the street to meet him. He digs the phone in his pocket and takes my bag from me, throwing it into the backseat. His eyes never leave me.
“Hey yourself.” He bends and captures my lips with his. His hands come up next, cradling my face, singeing my skin. Releasing a sigh, I mold my body to his, groaning to his taste on my tongue. Wow, I missed this. I missed his kiss, and I didn’t even notice.
“Did you wait for long?” I say as I slide into his passenger seat. Nolan crosses the car quickly, sitting next to me.
He reaches out and fastens the seatbelt around my hips. “Not at all. I’d wait the entire day for you.” His fingers skim my exposed thigh and I jerk as if lightning had struck me. “You look beautiful, by the way.” His eyes tell me he’s saying the truth. There’s heat in them. Bright and fierce, and somehow I know he’d fuck me right now if I told him I wanted to.
My stomach rumbles, breaking the silence. I chuckle, pressing a hand to my belly as heat crawls up my face. “Sorry. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”
He laughs. “No, no. What kind of man would I be if I let my mate starve?”
The word makes me blush wildly. So hard I’m sure the foundation on my face won’t conceal it. I look away, a smile dancing on my lips as I wait for the heat to abate. Nolan’s hand slides through mine, and he intertwines our fingers together. The roughness of his palm makes me hyper-aware of the touch. He changes gears, never releasing my hand, and soon my day is the entire focus of the conversation.
His interest is genuine as he asks about my routine, and what I do for a hobby. We find the middle ground talking about our jobs. How they affect us, how we feel when we save a life. He’s a firefighter, and I’m a physician, and though we hardly get tragic events, when they happen, they’re enough to shake us.
Nolan is a good person. I nudge at sensible subjects, like woman’s rights, pro-shifter laws, racism, and specism. The kin
d of thing that you take a while to discover about a person. The kind of thing that would be a disappointment if we started dating, and I found out too late. But he’s good. Nolan’s a good person.
And I open my heart to him.
Several minutes later, earlier than I expected, he parks in front of a building. I’m touching the knob when he opens it for me from the outside, offering a hand. He side-smiles and I can’t help but fall for him a little.
“Where are we having dinner?”
He runs a hand through his hair after he’s locked the car. “You said you liked hot dog. I do too, so I wanted to bring you to my favorite stand. I hope you don’t mind, I mean...” He shakes his head, a smile crooking on his face. “Sorry, should have let you know. You’re looking so pretty and well dressed and we’re eating in a hot dog stand.”
The stand catches my eye across the street. There’s a line forming in front, and my stomach rumbles with expectation. I shake my head. “I don’t mind. The line makes me really curious.”
Nolan takes me with him, hand in hand, and we wait in line for some five minutes before we order. Time doesn’t seem to pass at all when I’m with him, though.
“Nolan,” an older man greets him behind the stand. The owner, I would guess. “Same as always?”
“Sure thing, Pete,” Nolan says, his arm snaking around my waist as his eyes meet mine. “Is there something you don’t like? I suggest you follow my lead.”
I chuckle. “Then I will. Make it two, please,” I tell Pete.
Pete nods, his eyes darting between the two of us. “Your girlfriend, Nolan?”
“Yeah, this is Faith. Faith, this is Pete.”
I nod in greeting, my lips stretching too far in a huge smile. He introduced me as his girlfriend. It makes my heart pound.
“Shouldn’t you take her somewhere fancier?” Pete laughs as Nolan pays him.
“I’m taking her all around the city. Decided to start here, but you’re making me think twice about it,” Nolan chuckles, withholding his card.
Pete waves him off. “That’s my honor then. You need not pay.”
“What?” Nolan offers the card back. “No way, man, I’ve been coming here for the past years.”
“Precisely because of that. Just a treat.” Pete smiles and turns away, ignoring Nolan’s protest.
Laughing about the entire thing, we grab our hot dogs and Nolan guides me back to the car and the entrance of a building. We’re still laughing and talking like old friends as we ride the elevator to the last floor. After a short flight of stairs, Nolan opens a metal door and I gasp at the view ahead of me.
We’re at the top of the building, and it’s much higher than I anticipated. I can see the entire city blinking at me, stretching to the horizon. We sit on a bench and have dinner together, and it’s so much better than I expected. Nolan makes me laugh, and he’s interested in everything I say. When we’re through with our hot dogs, he takes my hand in his as if it’s the usual thing. The chatting never ceases.
Even if my attention keeps drifting to his lips. To the way they move when he smiles, and how soft they were when we kissed.
“So, no, I don’t think humans will become obsolete in certain jobs. But people must have common sense, you know? If there’s a human with me, I’m going to take the lead so he stays safe. Besides, there are other things to do in a fire station other than diving into the flames.” He finishes an explanation he had started to answer one of my questions. Nolan’s eyes glitter as he captures my gaze, and his hand comes up to my face. His thumb flicks the corner of my mouth. “You’ve got some ketchup here.”
I lick the corner of my mouth at the same time his finger touches me. The contact seems to jolt both our bodies to something new. Something different from the sweet connection we had been sharing.
Two heartbeats and our mouths clash together. I don’t know who makes the first move, but we’re kissing. Hard. Nolan pries my mouth open, and our tongues collide. It’s a sensual dance, and he wastes no time on gripping my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh, and there they stay. I know he’s trying to be the gentleman. But I can’t take the torture for long.
My body burning hot, I take a deep breath as I make a decision. Dropping to my knees, I shift between his legs, my fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans.
“Faith,” he calls in a breathless voice. His hands move in the air as if he doesn’t know what to do.
I glimpse at his length behind the boxers. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. My mouth dries up. Before my courage escapes me, I pull his boxers down and watch his cock springing free. Licking my lips, I part them and take his member in my mouth.
Nolan’s grunt is so male it makes wetness pool in my panties. I don’t know who’s this person taking control, making the first move. But I can’t reign over myself when I’m with him. My body aches for him. For his touch. For his taste. Every cell in me cries for this moment.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I take him in. Sliding his cock over my tongue the best I can, I press my lips around him to create a seal, hollowing my cheeks. Nolan jerks, a hand dropping to my hair. He fists my strands, holding, but not moving me. Not forcing. I love it how he seems to be under my control. Mesmerized.
Head bobbing on his lap, I dig my nails into his thigh and suck him as hard as I can. Pulling back, I loop my tongue around his head, sucking the precome that spurts from there.
“Fuck, I’m about to come,” he warns in a rough voice, his fingers roping through my hair hard.
I’ve never been one to swallow, but I want to do that for him. So I relax my throat and push him back as far as I can take, doubling my efforts until he’s groaning and bucking against my mouth. Two more pounds and he comes in hot, thick strands into my mouth. I hold back the gag reflex and swallow his bitter seed, but he comes so hard I don’t manage the whole thing. It drips from the corners of my mouth, running to my chin.
Nolan drops back on the bench, his chest heaving as I pull back. Licking the remnants of his pleasure clean, I get to my feet, rubbing my sore knees. Nolan’s head snaps up, and the eyes that stare at me are fierce with promise.
Promise of mind-blowing pleasure.
Nolan shoots to his feet, closing his pants and taking my hands. “My apartment. Now. Or I’ll take you right here.”
I bite my lip, feeling powerful and willing to defy him. But public sex? I was never one into adventures and this kind of thing. My ex-husband was pretty conventional in his expectations of what women had to do to their men.
So I let Nolan guide me back downstairs and into the elevator. His mouth takes mine and we’re moving against one another until the door opens to the tenth floor. Before I notice, we’re inside his apartment, his hands on me, our clothes off.
And I want to give myself to him. Completely.
7
NOLAN
Best blowjob ever.
Fucking hell, how can someone be this perfect? I mean, I don’t want to think about her previous experiences and how she’s so good at giving head, but I’m fucking grateful for how her lips brought me pleasure. Perfect pressure. Ideal wetness and suction. Everything that could have been done right, was.
I can’t waste another moment before I claim her.
But claiming her can’t be done now. Faith has been hurt, it’s clear. I don’t know who was the fucker who made her feel this way, but she had problems believing in me because she doesn’t believe in herself. She also is afraid of giving herself again. It’s obvious. I want to mate her right now, put my mark on her, keep her safe. Protected.
But she’s not ready for such a commitment. She’s unsure about the whole shifter thing, unaware that’s how we work. She doesn’t know, and she won’t quite believe me this soon, that we’re physiologically unable to cheat after we find our mates. No one holds a candle to them. But everything is so new to her. She has no reason to believe me right now.
I have to win her. Make her fall in love with me. One step at a tim
e.
Yes, it’s going to be torture. I don’t know how I’m going through with this and for how long. But if that’s what has to be done, then so be it.
Taking her hand in mine, I drag her into my place. I don’t think about anything other than her body in mine, her pleasure. Pulling her pretty dress over her head, I pull back to awe at her form. Her full breasts, her large hips, and I drop to my knees to adore the creamy length of her thick thighs.
Faith gasps as I take her thighs between my hands and stick my face between her legs. I take a deep breath of her wetness, then a long lap along her covered cleft. She quivers, then I stand to my feet to gawk at her once more.
“Perfect,” I growl as I do my best to commit this to memory. She’s fucking hot in a pair of black lace lingerie, her body half-hidden from me. Her nipples pebble behind the bra, and I waste no time in taking that piece of cloth off.
Faith’s unsure hands pull my shirt off and unsnap my button again. She’s swaying between confident and a timid little thing. It’s her experience fighting with the doubts she has about herself. She knows what to do, but she’s afraid of doing it. She wants to give herself to pleasure, but she’s afraid of how I’m going to judge her.
If only she knew how I already feel. She has no idea I’d take her to the church tonight.
Guiding her into my bedroom, I flick the lights on as my lion’s pacing grows more intense. More demanding. But there’s nothing I can do for him tonight. The best we’re going to have is but a taste. But the promise of something amazing.
My sweet, sweet mate. I lie her down, covering her body with mine. We’re in our underwear, my cock brushing against her pussy, the smell of her inciting my lion even further. Her mouth devours mine with lingering kisses, and her hands shyly explore my arms and chest. Her sounds are held-back, and I bring a hand up to pull on her lower lip.
“I want to hear you, baby,” I tell her, brushing our lips together. Her pupils dilate as she looks at me, her breathing uneven. “Let me hear you.”
