“Says you, but it can be. Especially if you paint your lover with the sauce.” He dragged his index finger through a bit of marinara sauce and traced a line down the column of her throat before licking it off. “Think of what I can do with my fingers and a bottle of red sauce,” he whispered against the side of her neck.
“Why not use ice cream toppings?” she suggested. They’d never tried foodstuff in bed, too messy, but now she was curious to see how that would go.
“Tell you what; let’s play Twenty Questions. You answer, and I reward you for it, hmm?” He pressed a kiss over her pulse point and drew away, but not far enough that he wasn’t out of reach.
She thought about it. “What about giving you answers willingly?”
Again that sexy laugh returned, only now with a darker edge. “You agree, no issue, and we get to play. You remember your safe word?”
“Of course,” she said. Nadia was curious to see where this would go, hopefully to bed.
Urban gave her a wicked grin. “Good. Again, these are the rules: You answer my questions honestly and truthfully, and you get rewarded. You don’t, no pleasure, no sex. You try to stall, you get no pleasure unless you answer me. Do you understand?”
Nadia let the words sink in before she answered. “Yes.”
“Now, what is your safe word?”
“Crepe.”
“Good.” Urban reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear. He took a dark brown spiral and tugged on it. “I love your hair like this.”
He reached up and tugged on her ponytail holder. Her hair slipped out of the holder and fell to her shoulders in a damp mass of curls. He threaded his fingers into her hair, grabbed a handful, and tugged her toward him. “You will wear your hair like this until the end of my trip, do you understand?”
Nadia blinked. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. Normally, if she was on a job she did her hair and pulled it back so it wouldn’t get in the way. If she was on a long-term assignment, she cut it short. She stared into Urban’s eyes and took in the look of pure pleasure and adoration in the green depths. “It’s only a few days, so okay.”
Urban’s thick brown eyebrows rose, but he didn’t question her. “Good. Now, question one: Do you think I’ll walk away from you without warning or leave after an argument and never come back?”
Talk about light questioning. “You don’t ask so much, do you?”
Urban pulled her head back by her hair. “Stalling?”
She couldn’t shake her head properly without it hurting so she said, “No.” She paused and licked her lips. With a deep breath, she answered him in a rush before she could think about it. “Yes, I am.” There it was, out in the open.
He didn’t reply; instead, he reached for her glass, held it out to her, and tipped it so she could take a sip. Once she’d taken a drink, he put the cup back and leaned forward. He cupped her cheek with his free hand and took her lips, holding her head to control her. His fingers massaged her scalp. Warm tendrils wove through her body. She moaned into his mouth. His tongue slipped past her lips to tangle with hers, tasting and taunting her. As the air thinned and her lungs burned, she struggled to keep the kiss going. When she thought she couldn’t take it anymore he pulled back, pressing butterfly kisses on the tip of her nose, forehead, cheeks, and chin.
“Beautiful, so beautiful,” he murmured with each kiss.
She took in slow, deep breaths. Nadia basked in the warmth and affection she felt from each touch, sinking slowly into the heat of his closeness.
“No more wine.” He got up, grabbed her cup and empty plate, and headed into the kitchen. Urban returned with a glass of ice water. He placed it near her. “Drink. I don’t want you drunk for all of this.”
“You forget that I’m a shifter; wine can only get me buzzed, and even that’s only for a short time,” she pointed out.
“Still no wine. Now take off your shirt,” he ordered.
Nadia didn’t hesitate. Her clothing had begun to become tight and scratchy. She hadn’t wanted to start undressing until he’d said so. She folded her top and handed it to him. He accepted it and put it on the empty chair next to him before he settled down. “Turn around.”
She swiveled in her seat and waited to see what he would do. Her leg jiggled up and down in impatience. Normally they’d be up to some oral sex, or she’d be tied to the bed and teased with sensations. This was new and scary but also exciting. She looked forward to seeing what he did, so long as he moved faster.
His finger delved into her hair, and he began to massage her scalp again. She felt some of her tension and energy slip out of her body and dissipate. Once her shoulders sank down, her muscles loosened.
“Why did you get involved with BDSM? With the scene?” he asked as he began to work on her neck.
She let her head drop forward with a sigh and sank further into the warmth of his touch and ministrations. The answer slipped out of her mouth while thoughts floated away. “I wanted someone else to make the decisions, to take the burden. I’ve spent most of my life trying to figure out how to hide, make myself smaller, quieter. I’ve tried to protect my sister. I couldn’t protect my mother from my father. I wanted to trust someone and feel safe in the most vulnerable aspect of life.”
“Understandable. Was I your first dominant?” The query was spoken low and deep, raising goosebumps on her skin at the tone.
“Yes; I couldn’t feel safe with anyone else. I watched from the fringes, and then you came along in that club in Paris. I knew you weren’t really there to play, but I wanted to be with you.” She allowed the confession to hang between them as the sensations of pleasure increased.
“I used to play in various clubs but never could settle on a submissive I wanted to be with full-time until you.” His fingers danced along her shoulders. Relaxation continued to wind its way through her body. “You made me want to commit to someone. You were so beautiful that night and so perfect. I wanted to spend every moment with you, but you disappeared during the night. Such a good girl, though, giving me your phone number.” He pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder.
Warmth and pride filled her at his words. She bowed her head shyly. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He pressed more kisses along her shoulder as his fingers still worked on it. “You’re mine, love. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I mean it. I will die before I let anyone hurt you. Whether it’s your father or my brother. I. Will. Not. Let. Anyone. Hurt. You. Ever. Understand?”
She couldn’t stop the grin that curled on her lips. “Yes.”
“Good. Tell me, honey, how bad was it? Make me understand why you have such thick walls.” He worked his palms along her spine.
Tears caught her off-guard as they filled her eyes. “Bad,” she whispered. “Long sleeves in the summer, black eyes covered with pancake makeup, calling us names, horrible names, making us starve if he thought we were bad…and the silence, so loud.” Her heart hurt admitting some of the things she’d been through. Heaviness weighed on her chest as she tried to breathe in and out. A silent scream filled her head and throat. She tried to shove it back. Her snow leopard screamed within her, adding to her pain. The memories seeped around the seal she’d tried to place around them. They floated to the forefront of her mind. She batted at them, trying to make them go away. Shadows of her father’s voice filled her head. Nadia found herself uttering things she’d never even told her therapist. “He wouldn’t let us shift, even if there was a full moon. I didn’t have my first shift until I’d managed to leave home.” Humiliation burned in her cheeks at her confession. She and her sister had been denied the ability to shift, given shift-suppressing drugs in order to keep them tethered to home. For as long as she lived, she’d never seen her mother shift either. Ephram only shifted when it came time to deal with the pard, and that was it.
“My sweet girl, you are not any less because of when you shifted. You are all woman and pure shifter, baby. And you’re mine, all mine. I will
never do that to you.” He dropped kisses on the top of her head. “You are so beautiful and strong, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
His words were like a salve to her old pains, soothing away some of her hurt. She allowed the tears to fall unimpeded. She wiped them away, sniffling as she did so. “Thank you,” she whispered. Something loosened inside of her, but her issues weren’t solved because he accepted what had happened.
“Do you trust me, honey?” Urban asked quietly.
Nadia blinked away the last of her tears and turned her head to stare at him. She opened her mouth to ask how he could question her when she realized what he was saying. “Not completely,” she admitted.
“Sexually, then?” Urban pressed.
“Yes.” She let that single word hang between them.
“But with your heart, you’re still unsure?” he asked.
“I’m still working on that,” she confessed. Nadia realized in that moment that she still wasn’t sure of herself, not completely, and not with him. There were still so many things she had to deal with: her sister, her father, and her mother’s death.
“I need to go home and face my mother’s grave, maybe face my father alone,” she said.
“I understand. Just know that I’m proud of you, whatever you do.” He kissed a path down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. Fire tingled along her skin in his wake.
She tilted her head to the side to give him more room. Arousal grew with each press of his mouth to her skin. Fingers of need danced along her nerve endings as her desire increased, pushing away the sadness and heavy emotions weighing on her heart. She drew in a deep breath and sank into his attempt to comfort and distract her. “Thank you,” she whispered. Nadia reached up, hooked her arm around his neck, and slipped her fingers along the side of his head, feeling the prickles of the shorter hairs and the silken kiss from the longer strands.
“Grow out your hair,” she murmured. “I want to be able to clutch it when you’re eating me out.”
He gave her a husky chuckle. “Unless it’s mission approved, I can’t, honey. For now, enjoy it as is.”
She wanted to pout but understood. There was always a need to change her appearance, depending on the situation. “Okay.”
“One day, when I walk away.” He nipped the inside of her wrist before lapping away the sting. Urban placed soft kisses along her palm and on the tip of each finger.
She panted as sweat dotted her brow and upper lip. Cool air brushed against her overheated skin, which did nothing to cool her down. She didn’t protest as he pulled up the front and over her head but didn’t slide it down her arms. He pulled back on the cloth. Her arms followed. She felt him yanking on the hem, looping it through the neckline, pulling it up, and then repeating the process. Her arms were pinned behind her, and although the shirt binding was loose and she could pull free, she chose not to.
“No bra, good; never wear a bra around me, understand? Never.” Urban cupped her breasts from behind, massaging the aching mounds as he traced her spine with his tongue.
She thrust her chest out and whimpered, hoping he would take the hint, but knew how he would react.
“Say it,” Urban snarled. “You know our rules.”
She allowed her head to drop forward and said, “Please, pinch my tits.”
“Do they ache for me, honey?” He pinched both at the same time.
She jumped as pain and pleasure melded in a hot ball that jolted her clit and sent more moisture, staining her panties.
“Slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself. Work that sweet little clit. I’ll be getting to it soon enough,” he commanded.
Nadia slid her hand over her belly, past the waistband of her underwear, to delve between the plump, slickened lips of her labia. She played her fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Each pass set off a shower of sparks. Her vaginal walls fluttered and clenched, aching for his thick cock to rub against them. Moans and whimpers slipped out unchecked as she pushed herself closer to the edge. “Urban.” Nadia tilted her hip upward. “Fuck me, baby, please,” she begged.
With a growl, he plumped and pinched her nipples. “Do you need me? Need my cock inside of you fucking you like no one else can?” He tugged and rolled her sensitive tips, holding them in a tight vice grip. When he released them, a rush of fire and pain flashed through her chest to arrow down to her sex, trialed by pleasure.
“Next time clamps,” she whispered as her body quivered. A light sheen of sweat coated her face, neck, chest, and stomach. Nadia continued to flick and rub her clit, driving her closer to orgasm. “Please—” she started to say.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
On shaky legs that felt like jelly, she stood and hissed when he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled until they ripped. He slipped around in front of her, bent down, and took her lips in a desperate, hungry kiss filled with tongue and teeth.
She cried out when she felt his fangs scrape along her bottom lip. Pain burned along the wounds as blood seeped up. The taste of the salt brought out her inner snow leopard. The change slammed into her; fingers became sharpened claws, fur dusted her skin in a pale white coat with black spots, and her senses sharpened. She could hear his heart pounding against his ribcage, feel the heat of his body seep deep past her fur and skin to meld with hers. Nadia tasted his wolf musk and desire on the air. She parted her lips and drank it all in.
He nipped down her neck and over her shoulder before kissing his way across her chest. Urban took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Each tug of his lips set off shards of fire in her womb. He transferred his attention from one aching peak to the other before kissing his way down her stomach and over her bare mons.
Nadia reached over and cleared the dishes out of the way. He grabbed her hips and pushed her back against the edge of the table but didn’t order her onto it. Urban positioned her hips to thrust out as she leaned back on the tabletop. He parted her wet flesh and lapped at her soaked slit. He explored her sex, working up one side and down the other, teasing her clit with light flicks that had her knees shaking and bursts of fire flooding her torso. He latched on to her clit, tugging and sucking on the button, nipping the sensitive tip. Nadia cried out, clutching at the edge of the table, the wood digging into her palms as she held on for dear life. She pushed back the wave of desire that threatened to take her under.
He slipped one finger into her sopping channel, fucking her slowly as she squeezed her inner muscles around the digit. “More, more, more.” She chanted the word over and over again, praying, hoping, wishing he would let her come. “Please,” she begged.
Urban withdrew his finger and gave her slit one last lap before he stood up. He ran his finger over her lips and gave her a hard kiss while he gave her ass a slap with his free hand. Urban grabbed her hips. “Turn around, honey, and remember, don’t come unless I say you can.”
“Yes, Urban,” she responded. Her body was on fire; sweat slipped down her back and chest and over her stomach like feathered fingers, teasing her sensitive flesh. As she turned, her breasts jiggled, setting off more sparks. With a moan, she allowed him to grab a handful of hair and push her down onto the table. The press of her nipples against the cool surface of the wood brought a hiss to her lips, but no relief from the heat wave in her body. Once she was positioned, he withdrew his touch. She heard the clanging and clinking of his belt as it was unbuckled and then the sharp rasp of the zipper. She wished she could turn around and watch him uncover his cock but didn’t move. Nadia imagined the thick, ruddy stalk, the slit already slick with droplets of precum. She licked her lips, yearning to taste him but rested her head against the cool surface, waiting for him to finally fuck her. The rasp of his jeans slipping down his legs set her ears tingling. A soft plop followed; she could knew it was his shirt. Nadia whimpered in yearning, wishing she could see his bare chest.
She let out a gasp at the first slap of his palm against her ass. First one cheek, then the other, neve
r in the same place, until her flesh burned. The heat penetrated deep into her sex, increasing her desire. Her cream slipped down her inner thigh. The sharp edge of pain and pleasure merged once again. “Urban,” she whispered. Again and again, she was pushed closer to the precipice. Holding on by her fingernails, she dragged her claws across the wood surface as she bit her lip until more blood was drawn. Her mind was white noise and her body moved on instinct, thrashing and jumping against the tabletop. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as her cat screamed for him to fuck them, take them, own them. She gasped and moaned with each slap. Nadia wasn’t sure how much more she could take from him. Each spank was punctuated with a growled mine from Urban.
“Yours always,” she replied breathlessly. “Please,” she demanded.
“Goddess, you’re beautiful; I love you so much.” He let out a deep grunt.
She felt his cockhead at her dripping entrance. The pressure within her increased as he pushed it in, slipping inside of her tight channel easily. His pace started up slow, stoking her pleasure higher. He held her down against the tabletop with one hand while he held on to her hip with the other. His fingers dug into her flesh as he fucked her hard. She lifted up onto her toes, allowing him deeper penetration.
“Come for me, baby,” Urban commanded.
Nadia stopped, holding the wave of pressure inside of her and letting go. Her pussy clamped down on his dick as the pleasure took her under until it became almost painful. Her body stilled as he continued to fuck her, pulling more orgasms out of her until she couldn’t keep standing on her toes anymore. She sank back down to her feet as Urban pulled out once more.
“Not done with you yet, love,” he said as he helped her stand up and turned her around. Urban helped her sit on the tabletop. He buried his hand into her hair and wedged his legs between hers, spreading them wide and positioning himself back at her channel. Urban pushed into her, slowly at first. He took her lips in a kiss that started off soft and sweet and turned hard and possessive. She lost herself in the taste of him. With each thrust, the fire built back up. Nadia moaned. Need filled her as her snow leopard pushed her. Her body continued to fluctuate between feline and human form. The urge to mark him began. “Ours, need, mark, bite, ours.” The snow leopard’s husky voice rolled around her head. She couldn’t deny the call. Nadia wanted to know where he was at all times, to know that he was safe. Urban was hers, theirs; she needed him to belong to her, to them. Unable to stop herself, she opened her jaws wide; her teeth had become sharpened. Fire wicked through her blood. The call to mate filled her.
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