"I'm glad you like that.” His voice rumbled over the curve of her breast. “I suspect too many have focused on the pleasure they get from touching these natural beauties. Few have cared to return that pleasure to you."
He tweaked and rolled them again. Trina felt it all the way to her clit.
"I can't deny that I want to feel my cock sandwiched between them, fucking them while you suck the life out of my dick. But I also want to watch an orgasm roll over you just from me doing this.” He pinched hard.
Trina gasped and clenched her thighs against the rush below. Wyatt pulled her astride his lap, forcing her knees to brace his thighs. Her robe slithered to the floor.
He spanned his hands over her back and urged her up. She watched him under the veil of her eyelashes. He licked his lips slowly, eyeing the hard fruit before him. Arousal was thick in the room—hers and his. She longed to rake her crotch over the erection she felt pulsing inches away.
"I want to tear your jeans off of you,” she said on a rush of breath.
"Hmm ... I like the sound of that,” he murmured. “I want to fuck every part of you. I want to lose myself in you. I want us so worn out that we feel every movement. And"—his penetrating gaze pierced through her—"I want your breath to catch and your pussy to weep every time you sit down tomorrow."
"Oh, G—” Trina tossed out a loud “ooohhh” when his lips closed over her nipple. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she writhed into the deep sucks. Her clit screamed for attention and the hot cock radiating heat her way, calling, teasing. She lowered herself to him, determined to ride them both to orgasm. A sharp whack to her butt cheek froze her.
"No,” Wyatt said around a mouthful of tit. “No cheating."
Her thighs quaked with the effort to be still. Warmth spread from her hot bottom to her crotch, swelling labia and clit. She clutched his shoulders in an effort to keep from masturbating.
"More,” she begged, arching into him.
Wyatt released her nipple on a sharp gasp and glanced up. “You'll have it.” He smacked her again and clamped on to the other nipple.
Groaning, Trina pressed her pelvis against his stomach. Hairs tickled her swollen clit. She wiggled harder, separating her labia.
Wyatt spanked her again, harder. She writhed all the more, fucking his navel with her clitoris. God, she couldn't help it. Everything ached and demanded satisfaction.
"Stubborn, aren't you?” Wyatt raked his fingers down the crack of her ass. “Slick, too.” He dipped into her juices, then plunged his finger into her ass.
She ground herself deeper on his finger. “Oh, God! That could only be sweeter if you were fucking me!"
"Here?” He thrust in and out of her hole. “Or here?” Another finger slid into her cunt. He scissored both fingers together, caressing the thin membrane that separated both channels.
Orgasm welled up. She couldn't help herself. It was too sweet. Hands frantic, Trina fumbled for his zipper, and suddenly found herself facedown over his lap.
"Damn you,” she gasped.
Wyatt chuckled. “Is that what you really mean?” He slipped his fingers from her body and anchored her to him with his free hand. “So beautiful. So perfect."
He kneaded her butt cheeks, one and then the other. Plumping the blood to the surface, teasing down the crack, toying with her anus and promising her clit relief. Those long, thick fingers traced lines down her thighs, urging them apart before they dug into her bottom once more.
Trina curled her fingers into the edge of the cushion and lifted her ass into the caress, groaning with every pass of his hand.
"Don't get too comfortable.” He tickled the crease between thigh and butt. “We both know this is only a warm up."
"I'm counting on it,” she breathlessly replied, then gasped when his hand made contact.
Trina pressed her lips against her moans, but they came out anyway as one “mmmm” after the other. Wyatt was thorough, methodical, covering every inch of her backside with steady, relentless spanks. Warmth flushed below the surface of her skin. She longed to swing astride his knee and come. Her body betrayed her need, edging that way.
"I did say no cheating, sweetheart.” Wyatt hauled her back into place, nailed her there with harder spanks that worsened the agony growing in her crotch. “Wedge your toes against the arm of the sofa and keep them there."
She did as he commanded. It didn't help. With more smacks raining fire over her ass, her clit swelled between her pussy lips. Moisture there rubbed them over the swollen nub.
"I can't stop it, Wyatt,” she cried out.
Lips brushed her ear as he continued to spank. “Then don't."
Orgasm rolled through her. He paddled her through the crest, then shoved his other hand beneath her, pinching her clit and spanking her hard through another climax. The release seeped through every pore on her body, then dropped Trina in a limp mass over his lap.
"Good.” He rubbed circles over her bottom. “So good. More?"
"I...” God, she couldn't think straight. The intensity, the release, the relief. Was it greedy to want more? But then, when would she have this chance again? “Yes.” Oh, yes! “But I want you inside me first. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me ... hard."
"How hard, love?” He shifted position until he was stretched out on top of her, his heavy cock nestled in the crease of her hot ass. Teeth grazed her shoulder. “Hard enough you feel my cock in your throat?"
Oh, God, yes! Excitement muted her. Trina nodded.
His body pressed hers into the sofa. Even through his jeans Wyatt's cock wedged between her butt cheeks, like it was going to fuck her through the denim. He brushed his fingers up her sides, tickling her breasts before skidding over her arms to her wrists.
"There's little room here for a proper fucking, is there?” His breath whispered against her ear. “Besides that"—he nuzzled his face into her hair—"if I don't give myself a minute or two to calm down, the only thing I'll have to show for myself is a wet spot."
Trina turned her face to his, nudging gently to reach his lips. “Do you have any idea how turned on that makes me?"
"I think I might.” He kissed her slow and sweet. Who knew something so simple could devastate her senses so quickly?
Wyatt eased back, pulling her up with him. His hands still girdled her wrists. He wrapped their arms around her and nipped at her neck.
"Your room?"
Trina nodded and tried to lead the way. Her legs felt watery, each step took effort. Wyatt's arm around her waist kept her upright. Close as they were, it wasn't close enough. She wanted to grab his hand and run the rest of the way. She wanted to collapse at his feet and beg him to take her where they stood. No one was more surprised when they crossed the threshold into her bedroom—Trina couldn't recall taking more than a step or two.
They crawled onto her bed together, facedown, legs entwined. Wyatt pulled away long enough to rid himself of his jeans. Trina yanked the bedspread down, rolled to her back, and reached for him. In one motion he fell into her arms, wedged between her open thighs, speared into her ... and froze.
Trina marveled at the struggle reflected on his face. She could feel his fight for control in the erection throbbing against her walls. He laced his fingers through hers and nailed them to the mattress on either side of her head. His jaw clenched. A nerve twitched. That jaguar glow banked deep in his eyes, and her body replied.
They rocked once together. A shudder rippled down his back. It empowered her in a way Trina couldn't describe. She locked her legs around his, never wanting to let go. Wyatt broke the hold, his lips crawling down her body on a direct path to her crotch while he pulled out.
Trina splayed her thighs open, mesmerized by his dark head moving down, down. His lips felt like heaven, his tongue like sin. He twirled it around her navel. She sighed and lifted her pelvis to his. Two digits parted her cleft and wiggled inside. They were a poor replacement for his thick cock ... until he pressed them upward.
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sp; Nerve endings she thought sated leaped to life. She opened herself as far as she could, parking her heels at the edges of her queen-size mattress, yanking them back to his shoulders when he licked her clitoris.
Wyatt eased them down and rolled to his heels. “I want to feel you come while I'm inside you.” He hoisted her hips to his thighs. Hand fisted around his erection, he seated it deep.
Keeping his gaze locked to hers, Wyatt thumbed her clitoris. Her pelvic muscles clenched. His replied with a slow thrust.
"I want to hold you.” She feathered her fingers up the black hair cutting a valley down his stomach. Three parallel scars, barely visible otherwise, peeked through. Trina traced each one. “From the first time you touched Ka-ra."
"Yes.” The word came out a whisper.
Trina smiled and sifted through Ka-ra's memory of the event. “She hungered for you."
"And I for her."
She lifted her gaze to Wyatt's. “I hunger for you.” In a way she couldn't understand, much less express.
"I know.” He withdrew and urged her onto her stomach.
She shoved the bed pillows under her. Wyatt draped himself over her.
"I want to bind you, Trina. I need to, especially if you want more."
"I do.” She brushed her cheek against his. It seemed rougher than it had a minute before. “Let me get everything."
"Of course.” He peeled her hair away from her neck and kissed his way down her spine before easing off the bed.
Trina's heartbeat thudded against her ribs. Blood roared in her ears, followed too quickly by the buzz that signaled blackout. She must have slumped, because she felt Wyatt's arms around her. He eased her to the bed facedown, hands looped around her wrists, and slid his cock inside. The out-of-body sensation lessened, but in its place rose an overwhelming need to have him.
She wiggled her hips against him. Words froze in her throat. Thoughts replaced them.
"Now, El-ian! Love me hard. Now!” her mind told him.
"Hard, yes, but I cannot promise long,” he replied. “Your heat is sucking the life out of me."
Joy burst inside her. They could hear each other! “Imagine what my mouth could do."
He groaned and pounded into her. "By the gods, you feel like fire!"
Trina arched against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Each stroke made him harder, made her tighter. The pillow beneath her wedged against her clit, giving her just the friction she needed.
His teeth raked her shoulders. She whipped her hair to one side, baring her skin for him. Wyatt bit. Pleasure scored a path to her crotch. She dug her fingers into the sheets. He moved faster, strokes so hard, they took her breath away.
"Oh, God! It feels like mating!"
"It is mating, my sweet little puss!"
A primitive moan tore from her throat. Shudders rippled over her body. Orgasm locked her muscles, then released her in paroxysms of wonder.
Wyatt growled and pumped harder, rasping her vaginal walls with every plunge, spreading her wider than she'd ever thought possible. Then he seated himself on a thrust she swore pierced her cervix. Climax exploded from him, bathing her in a flood of hot semen.
Tension seeped from her body. The last thing she felt as she drifted off to sleep were Wyatt's lips skidding down her spine.
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Chapter Seven
Wyatt brushed his hand down Trina's back. Her breathing had slowed to normal. The spots defining her spine faded to their previous paler shade of brown and no longer glowed white around the edges, but they'd multiplied. He'd have to tell her when she woke up—he'd have to tell her everything.
He eased from the bed and pulled the sheet over her. Though they'd both been furnace hot until five minutes ago, he knew chills could set in for her soon. He wanted her sleep undisturbed by any further shifting effects. She needed her rest to deal with what was to come. Still, he couldn't resist a kiss.
Wyatt peeled her hair from her face. His gaze went right to the torn sheet bunched under her fingernails. Her claws had come out for the third time that night. At least he'd had the presence of mind to keep her contained. It wasn't easy. He'd been too lost in the fire himself.
He kissed her forehead. She smelled like she belonged to him. According to the old ways, she did, because they'd gone beyond mere sex tonight. They'd mated. Wyatt couldn't believe it. His body had taken control, imprinting soul upon soul, planting seed deep, bonding them for all eternity—or death—whether they wished it or not ... according to the old legends.
Considering how independent Trina was, Wyatt suspected she wouldn't take the news well, especially if her birth control pills failed them. Odd that he would think that, when birth control had never failed his clan in the past. If anything, their problem was fertility once they'd decided to make concerted efforts toward procreation.
In all honesty, he wasn't sure how he felt about having a child with Trina. Until this evening, she'd been nothing in his eyes or life beyond what she could do as an archaeologist for the Braden Institute. Now they were allies, lovers.
There was no denying Trina had definitely gotten under his skin. He couldn't—wouldn't—resist her. With Trina he'd momentarily recaptured a part of himself he'd lost years ago. Wyatt wanted to keep that as long as possible. It felt too right.
He fought the urge to crawl in beside her and tucked the sheet over her shoulders. Scrubbing shaky hands down his face, he walked to her dresser mirror and turned to check the marks her claws had left on his shoulders. Small trickles of dried blood drifted from the puncture wounds. They'd be healed by morning. With any luck Trina wouldn't notice them at all. She had enough to process as it was. She couldn't worry about hurting him, too.
Trina had latched onto him in the living room when they'd first started making love. The pain had seared through him like liquid fire, calling his jaguar-self to life. Somehow he'd managed to tamp it and hers down. It was a close call. One second longer and Wyatt knew he'd be sporting a fresh set of scars besides the ones Ka-ra had delivered all those centuries before.
The thought tightened his belly. Wyatt clenched his fist over the knot forming there. The pain had been an aphrodisiac then and now. His dick hardened at the memory of how Trina's claws felt digging in. He'd wanted the danger, the unbridled lust.
God, she'd been beautiful spread over his lap. Muscles rippling with power just below the surface of her skin. Arms stretched, fingers curled around the cushion, and her claws had extended—white, long, sharp. That's when her spots had darkened. They'd mesmerized Wyatt with a pulse that throbbed in time with his heartbeat. And that white glow around them—light in the tunnel of the journey they were about to make.
He scoffed at the poetic bent his thoughts took. It was impossible to think like a twenty-first century man when he had the heart of a man living in the past.
Wyatt glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her perfect form outlined by the sheet, the cape of shimmering black hair against her back.
Not the past, the future.
Yes, that's what she represented to them ... to him. She'd come into their lives when they needed her most, when he'd finally laid Ka-ra to rest. But the ramifications of her possibly being a shape-shifter were staggering.
Did it mean there were others out there? Had she been genetically altered? If so, why her and not the other three who'd been in the cenote with them? He knew for a fact Sebastian and Lauren Garner were all right. The bond he had with the couple was tight. Jeremy Gibson was under close supervision at the former Prentice estate. Problems of any kind would have been noted. But then, Trina had been in close proximity with a team of Maya archaeologists in Mexico and apparently, no one had noticed any change in her. She'd either hidden it very well, or they'd all been too focused on their work to pay attention.
Wyatt frowned. Surely her demeanor would have changed. He laughed to himself. No, Trina was all about control. She'd never let any of them think she was slipping. The agony she must have gone t
hrough—the cat inside eating its way out, the woman she'd shown to the world fighting to maintain the façade. He'd always admired her strength, even when he hadn't cared for her personally. Now, having seen the vulnerable woman beneath the mask, having held her in his arms, felt his body and mind linked with hers—how in the hell was he going to be able to walk away when this was resolved?
Trina sighed and rolled to her back. The sheet caught beneath her, exposing her big, beautiful breasts. They'd pillow his head in sleep, cradle his cock when they made love. The shade of her plumped nipples matched the spots on her back—light brown. Impossible to resist.
Wyatt pulled in a breath and stared at the ceiling. Trina needed sleep. He needed balance, or he'd be fucking her every waking second. As much as he'd love to do that, he knew it wouldn't help her transition when she finally shifted.
He stood there absorbing peace from the home she'd created for herself. The blue tones calmed him. The room wasn't busy with ruffles, flounces, or flowers but was practical, simple, well-ordered. Much like Trina herself, although he definitely wouldn't call her, or any other woman, simple. In fact, he'd never met a more complex creature than that of woman. No sane man would disagree with that assessment.
The thought made him smile. His libido in check, Wyatt wandered across the hall to her bathroom. Plush, variegated blue carpet cushioned his steps. He found washcloths in the hall linen closet and cleaned the dried blood from his shoulder.
If only her sofa were so easily repaired. Trina had shredded one cushion when she curled her front claws into it. Halfway through her ass warming—which Wyatt had enjoyed as much, if not more, than she did—he'd noticed her toe claws extending. Rather than risk having them rip into his thigh, he had her tuck her feet against the arm of the sofa. It, too, was now shredded.
He'd run a huge risk by not binding her wrists and ankles. But she'd been so damn hot, Wyatt couldn't think beyond having her, being inside her, feeling her around him. She was trusting him to help her. He had to stay focused on that, and not indulge in his own needs, no matter how addictive the adrenaline rush was from a tempting female cat in heat.
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