He grabbed her ass, flipped up her skirt and stood back to look at her in the panties he’d bought.
“Fuck,” he growled; the next second she was lifted and perched on the island.
The vibrator was on before she could protest and he scooted her back. “Lay down,” he ordered.
She couldn’t do anything but moan and quiver with the vibe attacking her pussy. As she lay back he lifted her legs onto the granite top. “Open ’em for me, baby.”
His hands moved her thighs open as he stood between her heels caught on the edge of the granite top.
“Chief!” she squealed when he sent the vibrator to a higher buzzing she’d not known it could do. It arched her up with her body undulating.
“Oh, God, baby, baby. I need your cock so bad,” she cried.
Vincent realized his mistake. He’d not intended to get carried away in the kitchen, but only looking at the vibrating panties he’d gotten Tess had sent him into having to see her laid out and getting off on them. But the second he had her sleek thighs parted and he’d seen her undulating like a sex kitten on his kitchen granite top, he’d started to lose his control. He was a fool for playing so deep with that control, but the second Tess started begging him for his cock, he’d lost it.
Two seconds later, Tess’ panties were pulled to her knees and his cock was thrust inside her. He dropped the vibe remote so the panties were still buzzing as he pulled her off the counter with a heavy groan of intense pleasure and down onto his cock again.
The island was too high for him to stand and fuck her, so he set her ass on a stool. The panties at her knees would not let her legs lower around him. But he didn’t let that stop him. He just bent her thighs up tight. The lustful picture that made: his woman with her pussy surrendered to him. They could both see his cock plunging deep into her slit.
“Ch. Ch. Chief!” she cried, grabbing his forearms to steady her side-to-side motions. “Fuck me,” she screamed.
He did. He got tighter on her, latching the back of her neck, slapping the front of his hips into her with each rapid thrust that felt like liquid fire on his cock. He had to hold the chair from toppling, but it worked like a rocking piston as he groaned harshly. Tess was gone, hotter than he’d ever seen her, begging him for his cock to fuck her harder.
She came so hard on him it dragged his cock tight and he exploded seconds after as he continued to stab forward, wringing every sensation he could out of it. He realized the grip he had on her neck and he tried to relax it as the sounds of the vibrator buzzed between them.
“Chief, no more waiting,” Tess demanded, then she pulled him down to kiss him with her tongue.
After he helped her cleaned up, got the vibrator turned off but the panties back on her, he agreed with her. Leaning against the counter with her leaning against him. Her fingernail traced his bottom lip as she looked at it.
“No more waiting on sex,” he agreed with her, and he watched her lips turn up in a smile.
He knew what they were both thinking. It meant a real relationship between them. So he put a stamp on it. “Tess, you need to do something in here. Put your stuff around or use my card to buy what you want.”
“Here?” Her nail left his lip and she looked around, while still body melded to him. “Like decorate?”
He nodded. “This place will be ours, if it’s all right with you.”
Then Tess outright exclaimed, jumping against him so he had to steady her, “I love your kitchen, Vincent! Just love it!”
He chuckled. He’d not known that, he’d just told the lady he’d hired to decorate to give him the best. But he guessed that was Tess’ way of saying yes. He was just about to kiss her on it, when his front bell rang.
Tess pushed out of his arms. “I’ll get it.”
He caught her wrist, holding her back. “It’s unusual to have anyone show up here, baby,” he told her. “Let me get it.”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip, but she stayed back as he went to look out the door window.
“Shit,” he cussed.
Just then a yelled man’s voice could be heard: “I demand to see my wife, Whitehorse. Now!”
“Steven?” Tess questioned behind him.
Vincent put his hand on the doorknob, but turned back to Tess, asking, “You want to see him, Tess?”
She looked like she definitely did not, but after a huge sigh, she said, “I guess I better.”
He nodded, but told her, “Give me a second, beautiful.”
Then, before she could answer, he was out the door, backing up Navarro and shutting the door behind him.
“If you keep me from my wife, I will call the fucking police,” Navarro threatened, looking red-faced and smelling a bit like alcohol.
Vincent let the threat, which made him want to deck Navarro, slide by. Both he and Tess were going to have to deal with their ex’s for a while. Besides, he knew what Navarro was going to see in a second and that was a very happy woman looking well loved, as in just bedded by a man she had lots of feelings for.
“You might get to see her, but not unless you fucking calm down,” Vincent uttered.
Navarro was about to sputter more meaningless threats, but that stopped him.
Vincent stepped closer. “When you deal with her you are calm. If you're not calm you will not deal with her. You feeling me?” he asked.
Navarro looked sullen, but nodded. But then he added, “I need to see her alone.”
Vincent shook his head. “That’s never happening.”
“But she’s my wife! We have personal things—”
Vincent interrupted him. “You keep this shit up you will be speaking through lawyers and that’s it.”
“All right, all right,” Navarro exclaimed, obviously exasperated. “Man and his wife should be personal,” he muttered. “Not the new lay.”
Vincent shook his head; there were no words for the asshole that could come close to how screwed he was. So he let that slide also, and growled lowly, “You fucking respect her or we have issues.”
Then he opened the door and called Tess over.
While waiting for Vincent to call her to the door, Tess worked on messing up her hair so it looked as if she’d just gotten out of a bed that involved a wild sexual romp. (Which was close.) She unbuttoned her blouse, to show her bra top—looking down at herself, trying to figure out any other way to show she’d been busy ... as in very busy in bed.
Then, when Vincent opened the door and called her to it, she arrived complaining. “You got us out of bed, Steven!” She said his name really slow and exasperated. “I was almost to my third orgasm, this better be important,” she declared, glaring at Steven, who looked bowled over.
Vincent outright laughed, hooking her hip to his hip.
“You, you,” Steven sputtered, then he tried to clear his throat. “We need to talk,” he finally said.
Tess narrowed her eyes at him, while she stroked Vincent’s chest with one hand and she rubbed up against him. “I was ready to talk to you when you were too busy screwing Luna, Steven. Now, I’m busy and you wanna talk, you talk to my lawyer.”
Then, before Steven could answer, she said to Vincent, “Come on, baby, I owe you that BJ.” And she tugged him into a lip-lock that included hot tongue action.
She heard Steven exclaim her name, but then she and Vincent were inside with the door shut on him.
She lifted her mouth from Vincent’s. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe I needed to listen. I know it’s about money.”
Vincent grabbed her ass and lifted, so she wrapped her legs over his hips. “It was perfect, baby,” he told her. “Brilliant. If it’s money, I got money. Don’t worry. Your lawyer said nothing he does now gets in your bank account, right?”
Tess nodded. Vincent was right, and boy doing that to Steven had felt good. Then without thought she hugged him while exclaiming, “I love you!”
A second later she realized what she’d blurted out, and she froze, afraid she’d gon
e too quickly or revealed too much.
But Vincent grabbed the back of her head, pulling her lips to his, where he said, “I love you too, beautiful.”
“You do,” she exclaimed, but then he was kissing her hard, and carrying her back up the stairs.
She had a feeling they were going back to bed.
The End.
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Scent of a Mate by Milly Taiden
Chapter One
“Please?” Jordan leaned forward on the sofa and gave her best imitation of what Ellie called “puppy eyes.” A soft squeaking protested Jordan’s wiggling on the leather. She knew her enthusiasm probably rivaled that of a four year old at Christmas, but she was so close to cracking Ellie, she didn’t care.
“No.” Ellie’s voice didn’t sound as sure as it had the first five times Jordan had asked the same question.
“I thought you wanted me to write this book on shifter mating rituals? Don’t you think I need to watch it? I mean, I can’t just write a book on your history, for your family’s records, based solely on what you tell me. I have to see it.” Not really, but she was not telling Ellie that and messing up her chance of watching something so cool.
Ellie frowned. “Well—”
“Come on.” Jordan huddled closer to the edge of her seat, almost falling off in the process, once again rubbing the leather and making it whine. “Look, I swear to you, I will be on my best behavior. I won’t do anything to call attention to myself. I will just observe from the sidelines. Heck, I’ll observe from the distance with binoculars.”
Ellie rolled her gorgeous blue eyes and ran her fingers through her short blonde bob, making the strands glimmer under the light of her sitting room’s lamp. “I don’t remember a single time you have ever been on your best behavior.”
That was true. Jordan’s mouth always got her into some kind of trouble, especially with the other faculty at the school where she taught.
“Okay. I pinky promise.” She lifted her hand, curling all her fingers until only her wiggling pinky stood.
Ellie bit her lip and groaned, still unsure.
“I know shifters are not exactly common knowledge with most of the world. But you have to admit that with more human-shifter interaction, it’s only a matter of time before you guys lose a lot of your history. I promise to write a specific detailed account. Nothing but the history behind this event.” Her heart pounded so hard. She wanted to shake Ellie and order her to agree already.
“Jorda-a-an!” With the way Ellie said her name, in that soft sigh of defeat, Jordan knew she had her. “If I agree to this insanity, you have to swear not to do anything to let anyone know you guys are there! You will get me in so much trouble.”
Jordan struggled and failed to stop the smile from splitting her lips. “I promise! I promise! You know I am dying to see this whole scenting ritual.” She rushed to say. “Now why is it such a big deal to keep this all quiet?”
“Because,” Ellie leaned back on her sofa and stared at the ceiling, “this is an old tradition. Males and females from all over will come together to meet each other, some for the first time. Kelly and Marco are going to see if they are compatible.”
“But they’ve met once, right?”
“Yes, at a family gathering some months back. They didn’t even get a chance to talk. From what Mom said, their eyes did the talking for them. Apparently, it was instant. It’s why we’re having this ceremony. Tradition dictates we have it yearly, and the family is hoping it works out for Kelly and Marco.”
Jordan frowned remembering Ellie’s cousin Kelly and the guy they’d kept referring to as her potential mate. She tucked a long strand of dark hair behind her ear. “I still don’t understand. How can you guys just allow some tradition to tell you who your mate is?”
Shit. Jordan had a hard time with anyone telling her what to do to begin with. It was why she loved being an independent woman.
Ellie’s smile was weak. “We are part of a pack, and my father is Alpha. As such, I need to follow rules like everyone else. You’re lucky you’re human and don’t have to worry about any of this. And we don’t allow the tradition to tell us who our mate is. This is like a first date.”
“In front of a whole bunch of people.”
“Right.”
“Who happen to watch to see if you hit it off?”
“Yes.”
“And who’ll know who she has sex with at the end of the night.”
“Correct. Wait. What?”
“Sounds like the perfect date.” She snickered and almost choked on her wine.
“This is why I didn’t want you there. You, Emma, Nicole, and Karla are so going to get caught.”
“We won’t! We won’t. We’ll be super–spy, research ninjas. Quiet, but sexy smart.” She grinned.
“Oh brother,” Ellie groaned.
“Speaking of brothers. Are, um, your brothers going to be there?” What she really wanted to ask was if one particular brother was going to be there. God, she hoped not. The first time she’d seen Aric Wolfe, she’d been a thirteen-year-old with a crush the size of Alaska. One look was all it took, and her poor teenage heart had been in puppy-love for years. And though it’d been a crush for a long time, it had never gone away. In fact, with years, it had grown. She’d tried to date other men and rid herself of the idea that he’d ever look at a non-shifter for more than a friendship, but it was useless. With time, her attraction for him had grown deeper, into something she didn’t want to think too much about or it would make her hyperventilate.
Blue sparkles lit in Ellie’s eyes. “Yes, all my brothers will be there.”
Oh hell. “Then, yeah, I will hide off somewhere and never move a muscle. I promise.”
Ellie’s laughter, filled with unabashed delight, made her smile. “I still don’t understand why you’re so afraid of being around them.”
Yeah well, Jordan knew all about that super smelling-power shifters had. The last thing she wanted was for Aric to know how one glance at his body and those damn sexy muscles got her so turned on she’d likely start a fire. She could probably melt butter on her skin. “I think it’s best to keep my distance. I know your parents weren’t fond of their only daughter hanging with so many humans.”
Ellie shrugged. “It was either send me to regular school, or deal with packs of horny wolves hitting on their baby girl.” She grinned, grabbed her glass of wine, and sipped. “They knew humans don’t have our scenting or go into heat, so they decided to take the chance.”
Jordan drank her own wine, letting the fruity flavor slip and slide over her tongue. “Yeah, but I bet they didn’t think you’d end up bringing home an annoying, fat Latina for your new pet.”
Ellie rolled her eyes. “Who’s the wolf here, you or me?”
Good point. Ellie’s parents had cared for Jordan. A l
ot more than Jordan herself could ever understand. Even after all those years being so close to them and Ellie, she still couldn’t make any sense of why they done so much when her parents hadn’t cared at all. What was it about them that made them different? And there had to be some resentment in there. They’d practically adopted her.
“Alright. I’ve become like a second daughter since we became friends. That has to be annoying for them. I mean if they wanted more kids, they’d have had more the old fashioned way.”
Jordan found the whole shifter community absolutely fascinating. If it were up to her, she’d be all in their business trying to figure out how the whole animal-human thing worked.
“Why would you say they’d be annoyed by you?” Ellie’s face creased in a frown. “They like you. Heck, they love you more than any of their sons’ previous girlfriends. In fact, they like you more than most family we have. You’ve grown on them.”
Jordan snorted. “Yeah like fungus or a rash.”
“No, not like that. Like an unusual but lovely woman who needs a mate.”
“What?” She spit out the wine she’d had in her mouth. “Who said I needed a mate?”
Ellie laughed, put her glass down on the coffee table, and settled into the sofa with her feet under her. “My mother. She thinks you just need a strong man to help you realize what you are missing out on.”
“And that’s a mate?” Jordan coughed, trying to stop the choking. Her tummy churned with anxiety. She held Barbara Wolfe, Ellie’s mother, in high regard. But Jordan would never think a long-term relationship would fix her. Thinking of any kind of dependence on anyone made her feel slightly sick. She didn’t really trust most people enough for that.
“Yes. She was highly upset when I told her you broke up with your last boyfriend. She thinks you just haven’t been chased by the right one.”
Jordan continued to cough while Ellie giggled. “Mrs. Wolfe thinks I need to be chased?”
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