Seth

by VA Dold

  Seth ran one hand down the smooth curve of her hip and thigh. How did she manage to feel soft and firm at the same time? His hand glided around to massage her firm cheek and then dipped between her legs to find the sensitive bundle of nerves. With each stroke over the tiny nub, he rocked her against him.

  “Seth,” Sara panted.

  “I’ve got you, baby.” He closed his teeth around her nipple gently, just enough to cause pleasure but no pain. “Let me make you feel good. Let me show you how I feel about you.”

  She gasped and her hips bucked.

  “That’s it, mon amour, feel how good we are together. How good we will always be together,” he murmured the oath between licks and kisses to her breasts and then slowly kissed his way down her body.

  With his hands and mouth, he memorized every inch of his mate.

  Fang surged forward to get a lick of her belly. Savoring her caramel flavor before Seth pushed him back.

  Stay back you pervert. You can meet Sara and her wolf when she’s ready.

  It’s not perverted when it’s your mate you oaf.

  She may be your mate, but wolves and humans do not get it on. That’s just sick. You can get freaky with her wolf all you want but don’t ever try that again. Do you understand me? Seth demanded.

  Yes, I understand you. Fang pouted and whined, This is so unfair.

  “Seth? Is something wrong?”

  “No, cher. I just had to set a few things straight with Fang. I’ll explain later.”

  He continued his trail to her treasure. His blood thundered in his ears and rushed from his head straight to his groin. She was so incredible, sexy, and his.

  Seth nuzzled her tummy, traced her hip, then lower still between her legs. He felt her muscles bunch and dance beneath his touch. She parted her thighs for him, giving him access to her heat. He took a slow, savoring lick.

  He lifted his face and licked the caramel honey from his lips. “I knew you would be delicious. I’m going to eat you up until you come apart for me. I want every drop of your arousal.”

  Sara hadn’t believed a shifter would ever appeal to her, but she had been profoundly wrong. Seth was the best lover she’d ever had. And God help her, ever would have. Not that she would admit that to him. She wasn’t ready to acknowledge her defeat.

  A sharp breath filled her lungs, her abdomen tightened, and hips bucked.

  “Seth!” Her fingers curled, and nails dug into his scalp. Her mind was fogged to the point she didn’t consider she might be hurting him. When she bucked a second time, he gripped her hip, pinning her in place and continued worshiping her body.

  “You’re so sweet on my tongue. I’ll never get enough of you,” Seth punctuated each word with a lick.

  Fang, or at least she assumed it was Fang, rumbled in agreement.

  She was an electrical storm waiting to erupt. Good lord, would his house go up in flames when she orgasmed? Should she point out the possible danger to Seth and make him stop? Fuck no. She would die from unsatisfied need if he stopped.

  Her breath came in ragged gasps as he took her higher. He added a finger, and she lost control of her gift. Tendrils of electricity slipped past the internal walls of the confines she’d erected as a child. Mini lightning bolts lit the room but thankfully dissipated without causing damage.

  “Seth, you have to stop, or I’m going to burn your house down.”

  “Come for me, mon amour. I’ll control the electricity.”

  “How—” The question was wiped from her mind when he flicked her clit and fireworks exploded before her eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come apart for me,” Seth panted, his breath puffing warm air over her trembling thighs.

  The honesty in his voice rang true in her ears. He thinks I’m pretty?

  “A flower is pretty. A young girl is pretty. You, mon amour, are beautiful.”

  “Are you reading my mind?” Sara demanded.

  “Not on purpose, but you tend to think loudly.”

  “Well, don’t listen.”

  Seth rose to his knees and began to move to her side. “I’m sorry, Sara. I’ll try to comply with your wishes.”

  “Where the hell are you going?”

  Seth stopped and cocked his head. “To lay next to you? I hoped to hold you while you sleep, but I can return to the couch if you prefer.”

  “If you don’t finish what you started, I won’t be held liable for what I do to you,” she growled and glanced at the drawer that held her handgun.

  “Are you sure you want to make love with me when you feel so strongly about being claimed?”

  “Having sex does not a claiming make.”

  “That’s true.” Seth nodded. “I was attempting to respect your wishes, mon coeur. It appears I misunderstood. But I feel I should relieve you of a misconception. A shifter never has something as insipid as ‘just sex’ with his mate. He makes love to her. And trust me, Sara, I will be making love to you.” He moved between her thighs again and was about to ask if she was absolutely sure when she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him against her core.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Seth cocked one brow as he looked at Sara beneath him. “I will assume that means that you understand what you are asking for.”

  His gaze stayed on her face as he rolled and tugged her left nipple between his finger and thumb. Sara’s breath grew labored until she was gasping. Interesting.

  Her gift seemed to have a direct link between her nipples and most intimate core. With each caress, thin threads of electricity streaked over her skin from one point to the other.

  Testing his theory, he leaned down and sucked her right breast into the heat of his mouth. A brighter, stronger streak of energy tickled his lips and zipped down her body.

  Sara moaned and squirmed, grinding her pelvis against him. “What are you doing to me? If I didn’t know better, I would say you were teasing me with a vibrator.”

  “Mon amour, I assure you, I am an experienced, fully equipped male. I have spent over a century studying how to sexually pleasure my mate should I be so blessed. The last thing you will ever need is a battery operated device.”

  Seth switched to her right breast. He lengthened his fangs and used the edge to stimulate her nipple. A flash shot from that breast and snaked between their bodies.

  Sara cried out and clamped both hands around his head to hold him in place.

  Very, very interesting. He logged that information away for future use.

  The air around them sizzled and crackled. Sara’s chest began to glow. Not just the flush of sexual pleasure, but as though a light bulb shined under her skin. Tiny, almost imperceptible flashes of light leapt from strand to strand of the silken mass of her hair. Where her fingertips touched his skin, he felt tingles.

  The calluses on Seth’s hands added an extra element of stimulation. His expression morphed from quizzical to downright carnal. His wolf’s eyes glowed like spotlights, hungry and focused, making her heart hammer wildly and her need an unbearable ache.

  He flicked her nipple with his tongue, sucked it into his mouth and hummed… no rumbled. The vibration radiated from her nipple all the way to her toes.

  A cry started in her chest and erupted from her lips. “Seth!”

  Her hands went to his hair, gripping great fists full as pleasure rioted through her body. Her gift reveled in the energy they were creating. Growing and flowing as a wave, which was freaky. Normally it manifested as a lightning bolt. Somehow she knew that this time, it wouldn’t end in death and destruction. It was more like her strange ability was joining in and expressing its enjoyment in the only way it could. She prayed it held itself in check or they might not survive the energy ball building inside her.

  Sara pressed deeper into the pillows, arched her back, and wiggled her hips. “Please, Seth. You’re killing me.”

  Seth pushed himself up until he knelt between her open thighs.

 
She ogled his straining erection, reconsidering her demand for all of a second. He was rather large, and she hadn’t had sex in…well, a while. Then he cupped her mound, and all thoughts fled her mind.

  “Look at me, mon coeur.”

  It was an erotic command she couldn’t disobey. Her lashes lifted.

  Seth’s fist circled his cock, slowly stroking the weeping length. He stopped and waited until he claimed her gaze. Then he stroked her center with the tip. Her hips rocked, and lips parted.

  “Mon amour,” he moaned. “I love how responsive you are.”

  Sara growled in warning and reached for the side table’s drawer. The damn man was teasing her.

  Seth chuckled. The glow of his eyes flared, an unmistakable sign of his desire that made her even hotter if that was possible.

  He positioned himself and pushed the crown into her hot, slick entrance. “Aw, fuck. I’m not sure I’ll survive this. But it’ll be a hell of a way to go.”

  Her heart pounded as he began to push inside.

  “Wrap your legs around my hips,” he commanded softly.

  She did as he asked and locked her ankles around his trim waist and clutched his shoulders. He sank a little deeper while her inner muscles clamped around him tightly.

  Seth gasped. Swore. Then his breath hissed out, “Give me a moment to control my body, or I’ll never last. I’ve never felt anything as erotic as the caress of your gift on my shaft.” He growled the words through clenched teeth.

  Thank God she held still as his eyes pinched shut and he panted.

  He rocked his hips and pulled nearly free. Sara whimpered at his retreat, then moaned when he thrust again, going an inch deeper, stretching her inner muscles more.

  Seth couldn’t tear his gaze away from where their bodies joined. Sara was a miracle of female anatomy. His mate was a glorious gift he intended to savor. Slowly. Gently. Damn his body’s demands for hard and fast. He was in control, always, and he wouldn’t fail now.

  Inch by inch, he watched as he disappear into her body, glancing back and forth from her face to her fiery center, assuring he didn’t cause her pain. His thick length made an unhurried advance, encouraging her muscles to relax and accommodate his size. He was blessed, but not excessively so. A fact he was thankful for. If he were any larger, he would hurt his beloved. As it was, they were a perfect fit. The only problem was Sara’s tight sheath hadn’t become accustomed to him yet. Yet, being the operative word.

  The little minx and her blasted gift didn’t make it easy. She gripped him like a vise, flexing her inner walls. All the while her gift stroked and caressed with stimulating surges of power. He deserved an award for his control.

  Thank the Source of all! Sara relaxed, and he slid home. She was heaven, home, and salvation, surrounding him with glorious heat.

  Her lashes fluttered, and lips parted, but only soft sounds of satisfaction escaped. Her hips rocked, urging him on.

  Seth took the hint and stroked out and then in again. “I love the way your breasts sway when you move. Play with your nipples, mon amour. Show me what you like.”

  He was able to restrain her gift, but not control it completely. Electrical surges trickled over her skin like tiny fingers rushing over her belly and lower.

  A roar he couldn’t quite control erupted from his throat. A painful shock zapped a part of him that should only ever be handled with the utmost care. Fang! Control Sara’s power before we’re castrated by it!

  Oh, hell no!

  Seth moaned with the pleasure Sara gave him. “Loving you is indescribable. Woman, you destroy my control. I need you to be still for a minute. Fang is taking control of your gift, so it doesn’t get away from us. It will be easier for him if we don’t generate any more energy until he has it in hand.”

  Panting, Sara gazed into his eyes and smiled. “I’ll try, but it’s hard when you feel so good.”

  You’re good to go, boss man. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Fang teased in his mind.

  Thank you.

  Seth put his complete trust in Fang’s ability to wrangle the pesky electrical surges and turned his focus back on his mate. She wanted him to make passionate love to her. Needed it. Commanded it. He was more than happy to comply.

  The air around them sparkled and glowed. Their joining fed Sara’s gift. It drew every bit of energy within the room. Good old Fang kept it from harming them by dancing it around the room. His wolf had a strange sense of humor based on the light show he created. The energy morphed from Pony’s snorting sparkles to wolves racing under the moon. One animal after another lent light to the space, but Seth ignored the show. He had a mate to satisfy.

  He began to make slow, sweet love to her. A slow glide in and an equally slow withdrawal. All the while, mindful of her responses. He would die before hurting his one true mate. Her eyes widened, and her ankles locked tighter. Excellent, she was enjoying their joining.

  “Harder. Faster,” Sara demanded.

  “As you wish, mon amour.” He surged forward with a hard, fast stroke, driving deep until skin slapped against skin. She slid her hands down to his hips to clutch his flexing ass. He withdrew again, and this time adjusted the angled so when he thrust forward he stimulated the nerves deep inside.

  “Again!” Sara cried out and gripped harder.

  Hell yes, he would do that again. His breathing became harsh, and his lungs burned for air. Still, he denied his release, waiting for her completion before claiming his own.

  He and Fang worked like a well-oiled machine. His wolf kept her gift at bay while he ensured their mate’s pleasure.

  Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his face. His pulse pounded. Seth grit his teeth as her power gathered within her like a hurricane about to make landfall. Errant flashes of energy escaped. The tiny trickle of electricity shimmered over her nipples.

  Sara gasped.

  A second streak of electricity found freedom. This one a little stronger. It snaked down her belly and slithered between their joined bodies. Only to fork, one half down his shaft to her core and the other wrapped around his balls. Stimulation, so intense it bordered on pain, had his sack pulling up tight to his body.

  “Seth!” she wailed his name.

  “Sara, my love. I fear I can’t last much longer.” Each time his body moved in hers a tiny surge of electricity broke free. Every nerve ending burst into life. And lord have mercy, he had a lot of them.

  Sara’s world narrowed until there was only Seth and his mind-blowing lovemaking. The pounding pace he set sent streaks of pleasure rushing through her that centered in her womb.

  He swelled and filled her further. Her breath caught in her throat, and fingernails bit deep as her inner muscles rippled and pulsed. The orgasm overtook her in a rush. Driving her over the edge hard and fast.

  Seth plunged into her a final time and held fast as he barked her name.

  Fireworks exploded around them, showering the room in every color of the rainbow.

  His head fell forward as he sucked in great lungsful of air. He quivered and his hips jerk with every flex of her inner core. Slowly, he raised his head and opened his eyes.

  Sara lay spent and panting. She gazed up at him as her gift receded and the light display dissipated.

  He leaned forward, and aftershock made his breath catch. He lowered himself over top of her, using his forearms to support his upper body while he buried his face in her neck. Aftershocks shook them both. She giggled when he moaned in her ear.

  She made no move to roll him off. She liked him right where he was. His amber scent mingled with sex and sweat were a heady combination. She kissed his temple and rubbed her hands along his back. Enjoying the feel of his strong body as he recovered from their exertions.

  “Damn, woman. Making love to you for the rest of my days is a challenge I look forward to.” He flashed her a grin. “You made fireworks.”

  Sara looked around as the last sparkles faded. Then s
he frowned. “It was cool, but I don’t want the neighbors knowing every time we have sex.”

  Seth scowled. “I made love to you. Get that through your head.”

  Sara sighed dramatically. “Okay, fine. It was more than sex. Mind blowing as a matter of fact.”

  “I’ll take mind blowing. For now. That was us making love. If you dare try to say that we only had sex, I’ll put you over my knee.”

  Sara raised a brow at his threat. “You don’t scare me, Le Beau. I have a gun, and it’s loaded.”

  He rolled then, separating from her body to lie beside her. He pulled her close for a long kiss. “Believe what you want, mate.”

  She traced his lower lip with the pad of her finger. “I was just teasing. I would never call what we did ‘just sex’. It was incredible.”

  Seth’s happy grin warmed her heart. “Let’s rest for a minute, and then I’ll make you dinner. I just need a little nap first. I told Randy I was taking you out to dinner, and we can’t have him losing the bet.”

  His breath grew even as sleep overtook him, but Sara was wide-awake. Her feelings shocked her. No, they terrified her. Her body reacted intensely to his touch. She hadn’t known such a physical attraction, or strong emotions existed. At least for her. What the hell did she do with that?

  The next morning at eight a.m. sharp, Seth escorted Sara to work. His intention was to honor her demand that he busy himself outside of the police department. It didn’t go as planned. He stopped just outside the door and gave her his ritual kiss on the cheek. But before he could turn and go a voice brought him up short.

  “Seth! Come on in here and have a cup of coffee with me.”

  Sara groaned.

  Seth grinned.

  Fang rumbled. We’re in. She can’t overrule her boss.

  Twenty minutes later, Seth followed Randy into Sara’s office and made himself comfortable in the chair Randy so graciously provided.