“Why yes, you may,” he said.
I licked his rod from the very bottom to the very top, with one long, lazy stroke, like he was an ice cream on a hot summer’s day.
He tipped his head back and shut his eyes. “Fuck yes.”
With the same slow, languid pace, I drew his balls into my mouth and sucked for a few seconds. Then I circled the very tip of his cock with my lips and flicked my tongue across it fast.
He growled again, gripping chunks of my hair on each side, like reins.
I took him down as deep as he would go, right to the base. Then I slid my mouth back up. He pushed himself in and out of my mouth almost without meaning to, it seemed. I tasted the tang of his precum and pulled back a little.
He held me off with one hand.
“It’s too much,” he said. “I’m going to lose it if I’m not careful. Let’s get out of here.”
He picked me up and set me down on the bathmat, wrapping me in one of the thick hotel towels. I patted my feet dry on the mat.
He didn’t dry himself though. Crystalline beads of water decorated both his bulging shoulders. He looked like the night sky in human form.
By this point, I could hardly stand another moment.
“Please,” I said. “I need you inside me right now. I think I’ve waited long enough.”
With one flick of the wrist, my towel was gone. He kissed me all the way back into the bedroom. Then he spun me round to face the full-length mirror on the closet door.
I looked myself up and down, naked. My curves were on display, as plain as day. And the man standing behind me could hardly contain himself at the sight of me.
Warm floods of desire flowed over me at the sight of his hungry stare.
There was a chair by the bed. Sebastian moved it over to me and positioned it so it was facing the mirror. He moved me round to sit on it.
“Spread your legs.”
I did so, watching myself doing the same in the mirror.
“Now you see what I see. Aren’t you the most beautiful sight in the world?”
He pushed my legs wider apart. My pussy looked pink and ripe and felt so wet I could hardly sit still.
“Now I’d love to watch you touch yourself while you watch too,” he said. “And maybe we’ll do that some other night. But tonight, we don’t have time. I need to taste you now.”
He knelt in front of me, shoving my legs even wider apart. I watched as his dark golden head bobbed up and down between my thighs. His tongue shoved inside me and I yelped. Then he teased and nibbled me all around, never quite touching where I needed it most.
I gyrated and thrust my hips forward, desperate for nothing else in the world but to feel his tongue’s wetness soothing my swollen clit.
At last, he did it. I screamed as he lapped at me, sending me toppling over into ecstasy. Violent spasms seized me and I bucked against him. He gripped me tighter, letting me ride out my climax pressed firmly onto his gorgeous face.
When the waves slowed, he sat back. I panted and smoothed my hair off my face.
“Oh my god, Sebastian,” I panted. “Oh my god.”
“We’re not done yet,” he said. “Stand up.”
Now it was his turn to sit on the chair. He pulled me onto his lap, facing away from him. We both looked into the mirror.
I saw myself in the mirror spreadeagled across him, stark naked. He maneuvered his livid cock so it jutted up between my legs, where I could see it. I moaned and circled my hips so it slid against my slippery folds.
With one hand on each breast, he licked a line right up my back. Then his tongue swept up to my neck.
His fingers squeezed and pinched my nipples as he whispered his most filthy thoughts into my ear.
I was on the edge of another orgasm and he’d barely touched me there again.
His tongue darted across my ear and one hand left my breast and wandered south. I moaned loudly again.
“You can make all the noise you want today,” he said. “The hotel is quite empty. Do your worst.”
I didn’t need telling twice. There was no way on earth I could have kept quiet.
With an acrobatic lift and thrust motion, he impaled me on his cock so fast I squealed.
“Oh my god,” I cried. “Oh god, that feels so good. Oh yes.”
“I want you to watch us fucking,” he grunted in my ear. “See how good we look together. When we’re old and grey, I want us to remember how we looked today. Like this. Like perfection. And I want you to watch yourself come with my cock deep in your beautiful cunt.”
With one finger flicking over my clit and the other massaging both breasts in turn, he sped up his thrusting. Soon I bounced on top of him. My flesh jiggled and I gasped, lost in the feeling.
He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to hold himself back. It looked like the effort was significant. He stopped moving, a frown clouding his perfect face.
“Do it,” I begged. “Fuck me. Come inside me. Fill me up. I need it. I need you. Oh god…”
His caresses moved faster and harder until the feeling of his finger sliding over my clit was almost painful. I pushed through the pangs of soreness until it became exquisitely perfect stimulation.
With a fierce roar, he pulled me even harder down onto him. I watched him roar as his cock throbbed inside me, pumping me full of his seed.
The sensation in my own body was too much. I yelled at the top of my voice as orgasm took me over once more, this time undulating through my entire body from fingertips to toes.
When the earthquakes subsided, we lifted our heads and our eyes met in the mirror.
His shone like sapphires.
“This is the first night of the rest of our lives,” he said. “And beloved, I couldn’t be happier. You?”
I nodded, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. He kissed the side of my face.
“This is happiness,” I said.
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“Certainly, sir. And for madam?”
The waiter was immaculate in his black-and-white uniform. I’d never been to such a flashy London restaurant in my life. It was attached to a five-star hotel and the dining room was filled with celebrities and ultra-stylish rich people.
But I only had eyes for one diner. And he was sitting opposite me.
I looked down at the menu again, tracing down the page with my newly-manicured fingernail.
“Wow, it all looks incredible.”
“Just like you. You’re even more beautiful with your baby bump.”
I stroked my swelling belly happily. Half-shifter babies sure did grow fast.
“Remember you’re eating for two,” Sebastian smiled.
“You’re so right. May I please have a steak with fries, and a huge salad with croutons? Oh, and a glass of orange juice on the rocks. Make that a large glass.”
Sebastian put down his menu. “I’ll have what she’s having.”
The waiter glided away and Sebastian took my hand.
“I meant it, you know. You look more beautiful than ever tonight,” he said. “The whole room seems to fade away, like you’re the only one lit up.”
I smiled. It was impossible not to smile around Sebastian. He was the most devoted man I’d ever known.
What a contrast with my sulky ex, Wayne.
“Why are you giggling?” He smiled too, just watching me finding something funny.
“I’m just thinking back to the night we met. I broke up with my boyfriend in a crappy south London cafe, just before I drove to your office. Little did I know what was waiting for me there. Or whom.”
“You had a boyfriend the day we met?”
Sebastian frowned and tried to hide his thoughts on that. He didn’t succeed.
I chuckled. “Yeah, I did. But not at the exact time we met. It was over by then. And it was for the best that we broke up. Even if I hadn’t met you. He… really wasn’t that into me.”
The waiter brought our glasses of juice. The freshly-squeezed tang was heavenly.
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Sebastian’s eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling.
“He wasn’t that into you? How is that even possible?”
I shrugged happily.
“Were his eyes painted on?”
“Not as far as I know.”
Sebastian shook his head in amazement. “Was he Plainfolk?”
“Yeah. Saying that, I thought I was Plainfolk, until my witch started showing.”
He lifted his glass to clink against mine. “I wish him all the happiness in the world. And my condolences on his loss. You’re mine now.”
The growl in his voice when he said “mine” sent a pang of desire through me.
“Just you wait until I get you home,” I whispered.
“Ah, yes. I may have forgotten to mention that we’re staying here tonight, in this hotel. I thought you might appreciate a short journey to bed. I know I will.”
I nodded.
“My threat still stands. Just you wait until I get you upstairs.”
He grinned, with eyes ablaze.
“I’ll get the check.”
* * *
We headed for the exit. Sebastian’s hand lay on the small of my back, guiding me out.
When we reached the door, he turned. “Is that your cellphone ringing?”
I paused and listened. The sound did seem to be coming from my purse.
Delving inside, I found the phone and pressed the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Miss Malley?” It was a familiar voice. I tried to place it, but wasn’t quite sure who it was.
“Yeah, that’s me?”
“Miss Malley, I wonder if you might step into the room on your right? It’ll just be for a moment.”
I looked to my right. There was a door, inconspicuously painted the same color as the walls. I hadn’t seen it before.
Sebastian raised his eyebrows at me, as if to ask what was happening. I shrugged.
“Who am I speaking to?” I said. “And why do I need to go into that room?”
“It’ll only be for a moment, madam. Mr Chase may accompany you.”
Suddenly, I remembered the voice. It was the same woman who called me at my flat in London. The one who told me Rufus was coming to pick me up. The one in the red pants suit, who met me from the helicopter.
I looked at Sebastian, covering the cellphone with my hand. “Sebastian, did you ask a member of your staff to call me?”
He was all wide-eyed innocence, but I could tell there was a glint in his eye. “Whatever do you mean?” he said, keeping a straight face.
“Okay,” I said to the woman on the line. “I’m going in.”
I clicked the cellphone off and dropped it back in my bag. Sebastian held out his arm for me to take.
“What in the world do you have planned now?” I murmured.
I opened the door.
On the other side of the door was a vast ballroom, filled with flowers.
The walls were garlanded with marguerites. These were huge daisy-like blooms, much bigger than the garden variety of daisy.
Huge displays of marguerites had been placed all around the edges of the room, mixed with pink roses and green foliage.
Even the ceiling was covered in a woven net of flowers.
Then a full symphony orchestra began to play from the opposite corner. The room filled with the most beautiful classical music.
It was incredible. And then things got even more outrageous.
In the middle of the floor, a huge troupe of thirty or so acrobats, wearing pink, white, green and yellow, leaped and flipped. They threw handfuls of flowers around with each twist and turn.
At some silent signal, they all lay on the floor. Collectively, they arranged their bodies into the shape of a daisy’s petals, centre and stalk. The two in pink made a heart shape next to the flower.
“You’re kidding,” I said.
I laughed so hard, my stomach ached.
“No, I’m not kidding.” Sebastian grinned at me. “Look, I’m sorry. I know you said you prefer simple flowers and no fuss, but hell. Simple and no fuss ended badly last time. I thought I’d better try spectacular. Just to be safe.”
As the string quartet reached a sweeping crescendo, he fell to one knee.
I clapped my hand over my mouth, not laughing any more.
“Finola Malley. I’ll keep this part simple. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
I nodded dumbly, tears blurring the room for a moment.
He stood up and lifted me up, spinning me round until I was dizzy.
“We’ve been through a hell of a lot in the last few weeks. Your plainfolk friends and relatives might say it’s not sensible to marry people you only just met. But fate made her feelings abundantly clear, I’d say.”
I nodded. “She sure did.”
Just then, a crowd of people surged in from doors at each corner of the room. I waved at Dahlia, Lucas, Isabel and Rufus, and some of the security guards from Ireland.
“Oh yes, I may have forgotten to mention it,” Sebastian twinkled at me. “This is also our engagement party. It’s lucky you said yes.”
I laughed. “It was a pretty good bet, huh?”
He kissed me long and hard.
Joy danced its merry way through me. The misery of the last few weeks had all been worth it.
Sebastian headed over to Lucas, who held his arms out with a thrilled expression on his face.
And then my parents appeared. Dad pushed Mum in a wheelchair. He looked rosy-cheeked with pride and emotion. Mum looked radiant and well, even if she wasn’t strong enough to walk all evening. I hugged them both.
“Your young man asked me for your hand this morning,” said Dad. “I told him if he was good enough for you, then he was good enough for us.”
“He seems like a lovely chap,” Mum said. “And quite a looker too! You’ve caught yourself a good’un there, pet.”
“I’m going to ruin my mascara,” I sniffed, smiling so hard I could barely keep from laughing.
The room was filling up fast. Dennis, a staff member from the Cornwall estate, appeared with Red Pants Suit Lady.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind the subterfuge. I called you from the lobby to get you to step into this room! Isn’t it tremendous?”
“It’s wonderful,” I said. “Thank you for your part in Sebastian’s surprise. And Dennis, it’s so lovely to see you too.”
Sebastian appeared at my side again and shook Dennis’ hand warmly. “Great to see you, Dennis. I hope you and Patty have a wonderful evening.”
They headed off to mingle with the other guests. I turned to Sebastian.
“You invited your staff to the party? Like normal guests?”
“Well, yes. Don’t you like the idea?”
“Like it? I think it’s a fantastic idea. They work so hard. They deserve to share in our happiness.”
“That’s what I thought. In fact, I’ve given them all a big summer bonus salary payment for putting up with me all this time. And a raise. Once you’re in the house, they’ll have much more fun, I’m sure. And I think we should invite them all to the wedding. We’ll hire in staff from elsewhere for the day. I want my loyal staff to be my guests. I couldn’t live my life without their help, and they deserve some appreciation.”
“Wow. Just wow.” I hugged him hard, breathing in the delicious aroma of his skin. “You are exactly the man I always dreamed of.”
“Coincidence. You’re the woman of my dreams too. Hey, shall we do something about that?”
He slipped a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a ring. It looked like platinum, with the biggest solitaire diamond I’d ever seen in my life.
I gasped. “That’s not for me?”
“I’m afraid it is. Unless you’d prefer a different design? I can have the jeweler…”
“Stop talking and put it on my finger.” I kissed him, holding his face in both hands. “It’s beautiful.”
“I
t’s a piece of tin compared with your beauty.”
“Okay, you can dial back the compliments now. I’m a done deal, remember?”
“Never. I’m going to keep the compliments coming, for the rest of your life. Be warned.” He slipped the ring on my finger, grinning. “Come on. Let’s go show your mother.”
We headed over to my parents, hand in hand. The room swelled with the sound of laughter and music. Couples danced and waiters handed round champagne.
Inside me, our baby grew, and each day that passed was one day closer to meeting him or her.
For the first time in my life, I knew exactly who I was and where I belonged.
Right here. With my new family.
“Come on,” my fiancé said, pulling me into the center of the room. “Let’s dance.”
THE END
Also by Suki Selborne
Snow Leopard Mountain
Excerpt:
While I waited to turn left, a big cat leapt in front of the car.
A big cat. On a public highway. In daylight.
What the?
I hit the car horn as hard as I could.
But, the animal didn’t startle. It just sat there in the road, a few feet from me. It seemed to tilt its head, watching me curiously. I couldn’t see any fear in its eyes at all.
What the hell was this animal, anyway? Was it dangerous?
I knew there were mountain lions in Colorado, but this had black-patterned markings all along its oatmeal-colored fur. Sort of like a leopard, or a cheetah. Not like any cougar I’d ever seen, that’s for sure.
But, there aren’t any leopards or cheetahs in America, I told myself. It has to be a mountain lion.
Maybe it’s a new deadly breed of mountain lion. Maybe it’s a hybrid that attacks drivers randomly. Great.
Now what?
Whatever kind of cat it was, it didn’t seem inclined to move.
I honked the horn again. Then, I revved the engine.
Nothing. It just narrowed its eyes, making the same contented face domestic cats do when they’re being stroked. I half-expected it to roll over and purr.
“Oh, for crying out loud! Move, kitty!”
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