Shifter’s Surrender

by Jennifer Dellerman

  He moved to latch on to her neglected breast, and another spark of electricity arrowed straight between her legs, producing an answering flood of wetness. She decided she didn’t care. She just wanted. Him. Now. Inside her. She was about to lose a bet and couldn’t have been happier.

  Reaching out blindly between their bodies, she found him, his cock so hard she was amazed he hadn’t burst out of his jeans. Fumbling, struggling with the button fly, she whimpered in frustration as she barely managed to pop one button.

  Dean chuckled, tracing her lips with his tongue as his hands gently squeezed her breasts, his fingers plucking at the engorged tips. “Anxious are we?”

  “Don’t get all smug,” Kaylie fired back. “I’m not the only one riding the edge here.”

  He straightened up and hauled off one of her sneakers, his eyes so full of heat they seemed to glow. “So ready to lose a bet?” He pulled off her other sneaker.

  Kaylie sat up and attacked the front of his jeans, the fly bulging with what she wanted. “So ready to have an orgasm.”

  Dean choked on his next chuckle as her hands wrapped around his cock and he thrust mindlessly in her fists. “Christ!” His eyes closed, his hands clenched her hips. It was his turn to say harshly, “off!” as he tackled her jeans. Then he was pushing her back on the desk as he ripped her pants and underwear off and threw them, forgotten, on the floor.

  He drew in a ragged breath as he slid his thumb down over the small patch of hair on her mound to caress the smooth flesh of sex. “Look at you,” he whispered as if in awe.

  Kaylie jerked at his touch. So was so sensitive she didn’t know if she wanted to push him away or angle her hips in blatant invitation. When his thumb found the soaking entrance to her body, she opted for angling. “Now. Please.”

  But Dean seemed to be made of sterner stuff than that. Coating his fingers with her wetness, he traced every fold, dipping into her body again and again. “Please what, Kaylie?”

  Torture. Kaylie groaned helplessly, her hips bucking under his erotic touch. The man was skilled in torture. “Please get inside me.”

  One finger plunged deep inside her pussy and, with her feet on the desk, she pushed her hips up high to meet his hand. “More!”

  His wide hand spread her open, the middle finger strumming over her clit, as he now drove two fingers into her body. Kaylie cried out, her head jerking side to side on the desk. Her hands went to her breasts, plucking her nipples as she rode his fingers.

  “Shit, Kaylie,” Dean ground out. “You’ll make me come just watching you.”

  “Then get inside me!”

  Evidently the third demand was the charm as he withdrew his hands and reached for something in his back pocket.

  “Now, now,” Kaylie panted as she watched him grasp the metallic foil and rip it open with his teeth.

  “Wait,” he growled at her.

  “No waiting!” She nearly wailed, crazed at the idea of being so close to coming and having to break for protection. In the past, any break in her sexual stimulation had resulted in a loss of arousal and right now she was afraid that might happen again. The tension in her belly was so thick she felt like a coiled spring ready to burst free.

  Suddenly she felt his cock prodding her entrance and she clenched instinctively. “Relax, Kaylie,” Dean rasped as he parted through her slick folds, sliding his engorged head through her inner muscles until he was forced to stop. “Damn, you’re tight, woman.”

  He slid almost out of her body and then thrust back in, gaining another delectable inch before coming to an abrupt halt. Placing his hands on her waist, he kneaded her soft skin as he worked his cock through her pussy. “Nice and easy. That’s it. Take all of me, Kaylie.”

  Kaylie wiggled under him. God he was big. She didn’t know if she felt pleasure or pain as he stretched her with each stroke of his cock. Then suddenly he was fully lodged and she could actually feel him pulsing within her. “Oh,” she gasped out as he began to thrust in time to the rocking of her hips. “That’s good.” Her eyelids dropped as his speed increased, each tight plunge dragged his cock over tissue so sensitive she again didn’t know if she wanted to push him away or drag him closer. He still had his jeans on. The material rode low on his hips, creating an erotic, rough friction against the softness of her inner thighs. She moaned and thrashed her head.

  “Oh shit,” Dean suddenly blurted out, causing Kaylie to open her eyes in alarm.

  His hands were now at her thighs, holding her open as he impaled himself again and again. “Dammit, Kaylie, come for me.”

  He was thrusting harder now, faster, and Kaylie wailed in dismay, “I’m trying!”

  “Do it now. I can’t hold it back.” Even as he seemed to control his own orgasm, he reached between her legs, pressing his thumb in her throbbing clit. “Now, now, now,” he chanted, echoing her own earlier plea.

  Kaylie clenched in her inner muscles around his cock, holding him inside her, attempting to force her climax and end the unrelenting tension that burned her body. She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, drawing ever closer, striving for that aching emptiness that was just out of reach.

  Dean let out a guttural curse, his fingers flexing on her skin hard enough to leave bruises. “No!” He bellowed and three thrusts later, ones that she swore she felt in her throat, he froze, head thrown back, eyes closed, as he came.

  Never had Kaylie hated winning a bet in her life.

  Dean collapsed on top of her, chest heaving, body trembling on hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

  Kaylie lay still, tears filling her eyes. So damn close. Her body screamed in agony, and she wanted to scream her frustration out into the room. But it wasn’t Dean’s fault, she knew that. But she still wanted to cry.

  After a minute Dean tilted his head, his lips at her temple. “I’m sorry,” he said again, the dismay clear in his voice. “I’m sorry.” He continued his apology as he slowly trailed kisses down her shaking body. He pressed his lips gently to the tip of each breast, making her catch her breath. Then down to her navel where he stroked and nipped. He kissed her left thigh, right at the tender crease of her body. Then he was right at her core, kissing the swollen folds of her pussy.

  “Dean?” Kaylie asked hesitantly. She didn’t so much as move a muscle, until his tongue licked her overheated flesh. “Oh,” she arched under him, her eyes shut as he traced the outer edge of her entrance with just the tip of a finger.

  He brought his tongue back into play, flicking over her clit with firm strokes, making her cry out again, only this time with pleasure. He licked her in one long, hard swipe, from where the juices poured from her swollen opening up to her clit, and darkness closed in. Another lick and she bucked under him. Then, unbelievably, his tongue was inside her, plunging in and tasting, his mouth seemingly glued to her body. One thumb was back at her clit, and he ground into the aching bud, twisting in fast circles.

  Kaylie felt it building again. That incredible tension that no man had ever broken before and she reflexively steeled against it.

  “You taste like heaven. Sex and spice. Pure Kaylie.” Dean’s voice was a seductive rumble that came from between her thighs. She just had to have a look. Peeking through her lashes, she saw Dean staring into her face with an intensity that had her melting on the spot. “Just let go, Kaylie. Let me take care of you. I want to.” His breath whispered over the wet flesh of her pussy and she shivered.

  His mouth was back on her again, devouring her delicate folds. Little sounds like growls reached her ears as he alternately pinched and rubbed her clit. Kaylie twisted beneath him but he held her fast, not letting up, not letting her go as he fed more tension into her, shoving her into the flames that threatened to consume her.

  Then suddenly, she fell. Something snapped deep inside and she let out a strangled scream. Nails scored the top of the desk. Every muscle in her body simultaneously squeezed and then contracted as she came, her back arched high as the waves of ecsta
sy smashed into her again and again.

  For awhile she forgot where she was, who she was with, and damn near forgot her own name as she drifted on a cloud of nothingness. Her ears rang and her lungs ached as she gasped for air. Her legs fell over the edge of the desk as Dean come over her and rested his weight on his forearms. “Kaylie?”

  When she didn’t answer, didn’t so much as twitch, Dean pressed his lips, wet from her arousal, softly to hers. “Kaylie?”

  She finally grunted and felt his lips curl in a smile on top of hers. “See what happens when you don’t fight it?”

  Kaylie grunted again. “No fight,” she managed to get out.

  He ran his nose over her cheek in a loving caress. “I take it you’ve never come that hard before?”

  Why was he talking? How could he even form words? And was that male smugness she heard in his tone? She thought to deny his assumption when she remembered: She’d won the bet. Hah! If she could have moved she would have danced a jig. As it was, feeling a bit smug herself, what with that amazing orgasm and being a bet winner to boot, she decided to throw him a bone. “Nope. And never with anyone.”

  He stilled above her. “Are you saying you’ve never come with a man before?”

  “Nope. Not even with a woman.”

  He jerked up on his hands. “What?”

  She grinned and cracked open an eye. “Not that I’ve been with a woman.”

  “Oh.”

  Was that disappointment she heard now? Men!

  “So.” He leaned back down, brushing her nipples with the hard muscles of his chest. The sensation made her sigh with pleasure. “I’m the first man who’s made you come?”

  Time to move past this before his head, and not the one she felt thick and heavy on her belly, swelled even more. “Yep. But you’re not the first one to lose a bet.”

  He didn’t say anything for the space of several heartbeats. Then, “Shit.”

  She peered up at him. “Shit indeed. You’re mine to command for the next week or so Mr. Alpha-Shifter-Mayor-Bad-Ass.”

  Dean cleared his throat but, points for him, didn’t try to renegotiate or back out. “Don’t you think command is a bit strong?”

  “Would you prefer dominate? I think I have a whip in my closet.”

  His face flushed with color and he straightened, running his hands over her body. “That could be a quite an interesting distraction.”

  Kaylie snorted at the idea his words created in her head. Of her in a dominatrix outfit, Dean cuffed to a bed. Oh yeah. The possibilities were boundless.

  “But first I have to dispose of this condom.”

  “Hmm. You may take leave of me.” She said regally, waving her hand in the air as if dismissing a slave.

  One dark brow rose. “Don’t push it, witch.”

  Her eyes glittered with renewed interest. “I’d rather you pushed it.”

  His mouth opened and then closed. Then he shook his head as he retreated to the adjoining bathroom. “What am I going to do with you,” followed in his wake.

  Kaylie’s eyes snapped open and she sighed again, more heartfelt this time. “Love me?” she whispered so low the words barely made her own ears.

  Suddenly another sound reached her, and she quickly sat up and looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, someone was on the other side of the office door, twisting the knob.

  With a silent curse Kaylie peeled her glued ass off the edge of the desk and fell in an ungraceful slide to the floor. Just in time too as she heard the door creak open.

  Her heart thundered in panic as she snatched her jeans and wiggled into them while sitting on the floor. She didn’t know where her panties were and took a moment to freak out as she prayed they weren’t on the desk. But no, they had to be on the floor. No time to look. She reached for her sneakers and scooted into the knee well of the desk as footsteps approached from the other side.

  You have now entered into a new low, she chided herself. How are you going to explain this one? Better yet, didn’t Dean lock the damn door?

  “Are you …” Dean’s voice came to a halt in mid-sentence. “Rita?”

  “Oh hi, Dean. Uhm. I just wanted to drop the weekly report off before I left for lunch.”

  “Ah,” at his pause Kaylie could imagine him looking frantically around the room, wondering what happened to the woman who, just seconds ago, was splayed out on his desk, limp as the proverbial wet noodle. She hoped his jeans were buttoned. Now all he had to do was explain the butt print on his shiny desk. She smothered a nervous giggle.

  “Thank you, Rita.” There was a long pause as Kaylie put on her shoes. Then, “Was there something else?”

  Go away now, Kaylie willed the woman to leave. She adjusted her hips and slouched against the back of the knee well so she wouldn’t have to stay hunched over. When she did, something round and hard dug into her shoulder. Wincing, she reached over to feel what pressed into her skin.

  “Oh. Uhm. Well. Is everything okay? I mean, you don’t have a shirt on and ah …” Rita’s voice trailed off on a long sigh, and Kaylie halted her blind fumbling as a surge of jealousy took hold. She knew exactly what Rita was doing. She was staring at Dean’s naked chest and probably salivating. Bitch. That lean, muscular chest belonged to Kaylie!

  “I spilled something and was just cleaning up.” Kaylie heard a whisper of fabric and narrowed her eyes. That better be Dean putting his shirt on.

  “Is that why all your papers are on the floor?”

  “Ah, yeah. Exactly. Didn’t want to spill anything on them.”

  Rita made some small sound of sympathy and when she next spoke, her voice took on a decidedly husky timbre. Kaylie ground her teeth to keep from snarling out loud. “Let me take care of those for you.”

  “No! I mean, that’s quite all right. I’ll take care of them.”

  Kaylie grimaced at his sharp tone, realizing too late that her purse was under those papers.

  “You’re so self sufficient, Dean. Don’t you ever want someone to take care of you?”

  Okay, Kaylie was going to get up and hurt someone. Namely, a little miss slut trying to worm in on her man. Erm, shifter. Whatever.

  As if knowing the direction of Kaylie’s thoughts, and finally locating her, Dean stepped around the desk and stood in front of the knee well, blocking her exit. She stuck out her tongue but remained still. Until he drew his chair up and sat in it. Kaylie frowned in irritation for a few seconds until it dawned on her that she was staring at Dean’s groin. Nice. A wicked smile curled her lips.

  He stretched in his chair as he leaned forward. “No, I don’t need taking care of. Thanks for this.” More silence as Kaylie contemplated the button front of Dean’s jeans, and the slowly increasing bulge underneath the fabric. Dean had to know Kaylie was hiding under here. There was no other place in the office she could have used for cover. Was that why he was getting turned on, or was it because of Rita? Kaylie drew her brows together as she tried to picture the older sister of Gina Williams, the latter once a waitress at Dolen’s Cafe and onetime dupe of Matt West, a man who’d been instrumental in a human death not five months ago. A death that had resulted in the execution of Frank Kolter, former Alpha of Woodcliff, by shifter law and the disappearance of the actual killer, Kyle Kolter, who also happened to be said former Alpha’s eldest son. What a mess that had been.

  If memory served right, Rita Williams was a pretty brunette, single and somewhat wild. For a while she’d hung around the Kolter boys, there were three, before straightening herself out and getting an Associate’s in Finance. Now it sounded like she’d set her sights on Dean.

  Over my dead body, Kyle vowed.

  Dean sighed. “What Rita?”

  “Oh, I almost forgot.”

  Kaylie heard the woman sit in one of the visitor’s chairs, and Kaylie rolled her eyes in disbelief. She alternately wanted to laugh and scream at the predicament she found herself in. Once again she adjusted and contorted her body until her face was practically planted on De
an’s lap.

  What the hell, she grinned to herself. When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.

  “Forgot what?” Dean asked as just as Kaylie brushed her hand over his erection. “Stop.”

  “Stop what?” Rita asked.

  “Ah, nothing. Thinking to myself. Uhm. What where you saying?” Dean was speaking to Rita over the desk as Kaylie unbuttoned his pants under the desk. He was stuck now as he couldn’t fend Kaylie off lest he bring Rita’s attention to where he probably didn’t want it. And now that his cock had dropped into Kaylie’s waiting fingers, he couldn’t scoot back from the desk. He was in Kaylie’s hands now, figuratively as well as literally.

  “Just that I’m helping out setting up the pie judges, and Victor has come down with a sore throat.”

  Dean made some kind of pained response as Kaylie took him in her mouth.

  “Dean?”

  “Ah, yes. Victor. Pie judging contest. Your point?” Kaylie smiled around his cock, stiffening her tongue to stroke over the hard, hot length of him. He was so big and the angle so awkward she couldn’t get all of him. Slipping a hand between his taut thighs, she gripped his shaft and stroked, hand, tongue and mouth, in tandem. Her other hand was on his shin, kneading the rock-hard flesh as he tried to remain still.

  “Oh, well, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble …”

  “Spit it out.”

  Kaylie nearly chuckled at that. Talk about a double entendre! So she spit him out and used her tongue to tickle the sensitive flesh just under the engorged head of his cock. He sucked in a harsh breath.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Just a bit of a headache,” Dean rasped as if in pain. Kaylie nearly snorted. More like a cockache. Poor baby. She wrapped her lips around the aching member and sucked, her cheeks hollowing, her lips gliding over the salty flesh, wet from her mouth. She wanted to touch him everywhere. The wickedness of the situation was really turning her on.