Shifter’s Surrender

by Jennifer Dellerman

  A groan seemed to rip from his throat as he traced calloused fingers over the delicate seam. “I knew you’d be wet for me.” He rubbed his jeans covered erection over her ass. “What do you want, Kaylie?”

  She moaned as his fingers slipped through her folds to caress sensitive flesh. What she wanted was their clothes gone. “You.”

  He pinched a nipple gently and then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. “And how do you want me?”

  She flung her head back and rocked her hips into his nimble fingers. He was purposely teasing her, whispering over the clenching ring of muscles at her core, not once touching her throbbing clit. The hand at her breast flexed and he kneaded the flesh, now ignoring the pebbled nipple begging for his touch. The deliberate evasion of every erogenous zone was making her insane. She twisted in his arms, trying to get his hands were she needed them the most. “Inside me. Dean, please. I want you inside me.”

  He made a low sound in his throat that, had she been in her right mind, might have given her pause. “I told you not to move, Kaylie. Now I’ll have to punish you.”

  “You’re doing that already!” She wailed, her voice husky with desperation. Her belly tightened and blood pounded through her veins. Inner muscles clenched, trying to grasp something, anything to make the terrible ache go away. She was ready to beg, plead, promise him anything if he’d move a hair to the right and slide one long finger inside her.

  Abruptly he withdrew his hand from her pants altogether and Kaylie nearly screamed with frustration. “No!”

  He pulled her back a few steps and wedged a leg between hers, his hands at her hips. Somehow he unbuckled both the utility belt and fanny pack, dropping them on the cavern floor. His hands followed that action by gripping her jeans and panties, dragging them to her ankles in one fast motion. “Spread your legs as far as you can and bend over. Hands back on the wall.”

  Crazy relief coursed through her. For a second she’d thought he was actually going to leave her, aching and wanting. Even so … “I can’t see the wall.”

  Another chuckle, a little wicked this time. “Can’t you? I can.” His hands grasped her shoulders, then slithered down her arms to her gloved ones. He carefully adjusted her stance and placed her in a position he obviously liked, if his growl of approval, and kneading of her ass, was any indication. “Perfect.”

  Knowing how much better he could see, that he could see damn near everything, open and vulnerable in this position as she was, was an erotic thrill. The fact she was, for all intents and purposes, blindfolded only added to the thrill.

  His hands squeezed once, then moved down the outside of her thighs to her knees, and back up along her inner thighs. Another shot of fiery excitement rushed through her, making her pussy spasm in desire. Her arousal trickled down her thighs and she waited impatiently, although quietly, recalling his demand, for his penetration. And waited.

  Suddenly his hands spread her cheeks and she almost let out a sigh of relief. Until he said, “I want to fuck this beautiful ass of yours.”

  She’d never let a man do that before, had never wanted to. The idea that Dean might do something she wasn’t ready for caused a small kernel of fear to rise up and she clenched her anal muscles against the twin thumbs rubbing her juices over that virgin territory.

  Before she could deny him, he murmured, “But I can see you’re not ready for that. Tell me, Kaylie, have you ever had a cock in your ass?”

  Such crude words. She should have yelled at him, shaken loose and run, but those light caresses were oddly starting to feel good. Nerve endings she never knew she had began to spark to life. “No-o.”

  She felt his breath on her wet skin and shivered, though not with fear. “So I’ll be your first.” His voice was so low, so thick, his words were barely unrecognizable.

  “I don’t—” her words died as she felt his tongue lick up the inside of her thigh. Her muscles quivered in reaction.

  “So good,” he murmured. “You taste so fucking good.” His shoulders moved between her legs, his hair brushed over her heated flesh and then his mouth was on her.

  The touch was so electrifying she nearly shot off the ground.

  His tongue danced over wet flesh, rimming her entrance before plunging deep, again and again. The soft intrusion tantalized her senses, making her wish she could see his head between her legs. Her knees were jelly and she didn’t know how much longer she could remain on her feet.

  He licked her, one hard swipe from sheath to clit. A soft cry flew from her lips as the tension coiled tighter. “Come on my tongue, Kaylie. I want to swallow your pleasure.”

  She shivered at his words, wanting that so damn much. To have her essence in him, her brand in his body. Her breath came out in soft pants as the fire stoked higher, her inner muscles fluttering around his marauding tongue in desperate need. It felt so good, so wicked. She couldn’t see, was in a place where they could be discovered at any moment, and his touch was sending her to new, sensuous heights. But it wasn’t enough. She was on the edge of a glorious precipice but just couldn’t find her way over. A frustrated whimper caught in her throat.

  As if understanding, Dean moved one hand from her thigh, over her hip and cupped her mound. He pressed hard, grinding his palm into her clit just as he changed the pumping rhythm of his tongue. Instead of thrusting inside her, he swirled his tongue in circles, providing a thicker, if not deeper, sensation. His lips suckled at the engorged ring of muscles, adding to the feeling of fullness, and it was enough.

  Kaylie gasped in shocked delight, her fingers flexing on the hard cave wall as the orgasm rushed through her body. It was short but intense, making her deaf for a handful of blissful moments. If not for Dean’s support, she would have fallen into a heap on the cold, cave ground.

  When the ringing in her ears finally subsided, she heard Dean’s low growl, felt him stand up behind her still spread-eagled body. “Not good enough, Kaylie. I want you so far gone you’re screaming my name.”

  Like the difficulty she had in reaching an orgasm was her fault. Both personally and medically she knew that for many women, having an orgasm was a complicated and long process. For some it never came. No pun intended. For herself, she was just relieved she could have one now and then as it eased the stress in her life, if only for a little while.

  But for Dean to say such a thing after her release rubbed her the wrong way. “Then maybe you’re not doing it right.”

  Silence stretched and for a moment she thought that, just maybe she’d gone too far. Then he laughed. Actually laughed. The sound was rough and quick but it eased the new knots of tension that had formed in her shoulders. Of course that may simply be from holding a position she wasn’t used to.

  She felt him stand up, his hands dancing along her exposed flesh. “Always arguing. I can think of better things to do with that pretty mouth of yours.”

  She felt the back of his hand on her bare ass as he undid his own jeans, then his erection sprang free. He rubbed through her wetness, coating his cock with her juices and, just like that, she was ready for another round. Blind in the dark, her back to him, every move, every touch magnified her lust. Evidently the earlier orgasm was just an appetizer.

  She felt the tip of him at her entrance and she arched her butt higher. .

  A light slap on her ass had her jerking in shock. “What the …?”

  “I said don’t move.”

  Kaylie hissed at him over her shoulder. “I am so going to kick your …”

  With the first thrust he buried himself deep inside her, shocking her with the intensity of his thrust, which bordered on pain. “Easy there, Wolfy!”

  He stilled immediately. Then leaned over her, wrapping one arm gently over her shoulder and chest and the other around her waist. His lips brushed her neck, her ear in apology. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I got carried away. Are you all right?”

  She breathed out. “Just let me get used to you. You’re not exactly small, you know. And as much as I
want you deep inside, we need to go slow at first.”

  He kissed her temple. “Anything you want.” He didn’t move a muscle until her body had adapted to his penetration. When she was ready for more, she pushed her hips back, letting him know. He slid his cock almost free and then he inched back in, further forward this time. Three thrusts later had him seated to the hilt. That was when she realized he still had his pants on. The buttons from his fly rubbed against her inner thighs, just like the first time. Again, not being able to see she could only imagine how they looked coming together in this position, and that image heightened her arousal.

  Dean buried himself deep again, before withdrawing, his plunging cock creating a delicious friction over tissue already super-sensitized by her earlier orgasm.

  “Feel me, Kaylie?” he rasped, his breath was a warm caress on her neck.

  Feel him? How could she not? He surrounded her, filled her to the brim. He was everywhere, and everywhere he was felt incredibly hot.

  She moaned. “Yes. Yes.”

  He was sliding in her with ease now, hitting all the right spots, locked into a rhythm that had her blood thrumming, her hips wiggling against his for more. And he gave her more.

  One hand slipped between her legs to spread her wet folds, his clever finger unerringly locating her throbbing clit. He caressed the bundle of nerves with unsurpassed skill, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

  Dean groaned hoarsely as he rocked his body into hers. “I hope you’re close, sweetheart, because I hear footsteps.”

  Kaylie jerked her head to the passageway but couldn’t see a damn thing. “Oh God. Oh God.” The thought of being caught at any moment freaked her out. But it also made where they were and what they were doing all the more naughty, and tantalizing. The tension in her belly only grew and there was no way in the world she could tell him to stop. “Dean. Are you sure?’

  His hips slapped against her ass as his pace quickened. His cock felt impossibly thicker as he tunneled through her sheath in heavy lunges. “Who do you think it is? Pete and Julie, or some strangers? They’ll see us Kaylie because I can’t stop. They’ll stop and watch my cock plunge in your tight pussy over and over. And they’ll see you come.” He rasped the latter against her ear.

  Kaylie didn’t know if she should panic or just let go. When she felt his fangs graze her neck, though, she no longer had a choice, she climaxed with a severe burst of pleasure so intense, white light blinded her. Her cry of pleasure was echoed by a roar from Dean, who surged against her with a ferocity that nearly planted her face first in the cavern wall.

  It took a few minutes for the trembling of delicious aftershocks of pleasure to subside. When it did, she knocked the side of her head into Dean’s, who was still wrapped around her and fully lodged inside her. “Did someone come?”

  He snorted and bounced his hips off hers. “I’d say two people did.”

  Amused at him she snickered. “You know what I mean.”

  A groan of reluctance as he pulled free from her body. “No.”

  Kaylie yanked her pants back up and toed around blindly for her fanny pack. “So you were teasing me?” She should feel outrage, but frankly, she didn’t. What could she say? Dean turned her inside out and upside down. The second he touched her she seemed to lose all inhibitions. He could probably take her in the middle of a busy intersection and she would be lost.

  “Yeah. Mmm.”

  “What?”

  “I, uh, should have thought about this better.”

  Kaylie found her pack and buckled it on before rummaging around in it, seeking an item by touch alone. “I thought it went quite well.”

  “Too well.” He paused as if watching her. When she pulled out a tissue she heard him murmur, “I’ll be damned.” Then, “Can I have one of those?”

  Kaylie laughed. “I also have a small trash bag here. If I could see to find it.” She hissed that out as if she considered it Dean’s fault she couldn’t. Just then a helmet dropped onto her head. The light was switched on, the tissue removed from her hand. She watched in silent fascination as Dean used the tissue to remove his condom and then clean himself off, completely at ease in her presence. And as much as she was starting to feel the same, there were some things a man just shouldn’t see in Kaylie’s opinion. Like watching a woman pee. She’d wait until she got home to clean up.

  Dean put the tissue on the plastic bag she provided, shaking his head as if tickled and approved her preparedness. “You crack me up.”

  “Yeah? Well you’ve tired me out. I need a nap. Don’t you?”

  He knelt and gathered her utility belt. “I’m good.”

  Kaylie grinned, pleased she could see his gorgeous face again. “I knew that. I’m just saying that when I get home I’m taking a nap before heading to the fair to relieve mom at her booth. What are you doing later?” She truly was interested and not just angling for another sexual encounter. Of course that would be nice too.

  Dean settled the belt around her hips. “I’ve got to prep the bar and work tonight.”

  Kaylie blinked. “But I thought you switched with Scott last night?”

  “Shifters don’t heal that fast.” He shook his head. “No, the moron won’t be any good until tomorrow. Sure, he could hobble around if I insisted, but for a busy Saturday night, it’s not good enough.”

  Tilting her head in concentration, she thought about everything he did. “When do you have a chance to relax?”

  “What?” He’d been staring up at one of the stalactites and turned his gaze to her.

  “I mean,” she inched up to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. “You own Thirio’s Keep and the Woodcliff Lumber Yard and work long hours at both. You’re also the mayor of Woodcliff and the Alpha of the shifter pack. When do you ever have to time to just enjoy life?”

  He jerked his eyes away and shrugged. “They don’t take up that much time.”

  “Which job? How much time to you spend at the Lumber Yard?”

  Dean grinned. “As your sister is a dynamo, maybe thirty to forty hours a week.”

  “Hmm. And the bar?”

  Now he frowned. “Maybe twenty hours. Maybe more.”

  “And as the mayor?”

  “That’s definitely not a full-time job. Maybe ten to fifteen hours a week. What’s with the questions?” Dean stepped back and her hand fell to her side.

  “Just curious. And as Alpha?”

  His eyes slowly narrowed into slits of glowing green. “The leaders and I have weekly meetings. Because of the way we set up the pack leadership, it doesn’t take as much of my time as it could. But as I’m definitely a hands on leader, I’d guess fifteen hours a week.”

  Kaylie just stared at him until he evidently had enough. “What?”

  “That’s eighty to one hundred hours a week, doing nothing but working. Why are you driving yourself that hard? Penance for something you feel you did wrong in a past life?” Though Kaylie was half joking, his response was quite the opposite.

  “You have no idea what my life was like.” Talk about a sudden deep freeze.

  Undeterred, Kaylie glared right back into angry eyes, letting her lack of fear of anything he could dish out at her very clear. “That’s because you won’t tell me, Dean.”

  His lips tightened into an uncompromising line. “And I’m not going to. It’s none of your business.”

  Kaylie jerked back as if he’d slapped her. Well. She’d been put in her place. It’s not like he hadn’t warned her from the onset. She’d just hoped she was changing his mind about her, about them. Apparently not.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Dean woke early in a cold sweat Sunday morning from yet another dream were he took Kaylie on the stage at Eros. As horrified and disgusted with himself in reality as he’d been in the dream, he flung himself off the sweat-soaked linens and stood, naked, glaring at the bed as if the inanimate object was once again the cause of his nightmares. He irrationally placed some of the blame on Kaylie, because her scent had linge
red on the sheets, tormenting his sleep and making him damn near insane with want of her.

  He ripped off the sheets, contemplating another run in the forest to ease the restlessness that seemed to seep from every pore. But oddly enough, he didn’t want to be alone. True, Kaylie was the first person to come to mind—which caused him to groan in self-deprecation, remembering his outburst yesterday—but right now, anybody would do. Any distraction for that matter.

  He quickly donned sweats, sneakers and a black T-shirt and remade the bed with clean sheets. Then he grabbed his keys and headed out the door, pounding silently down the steps that led from the small apartment over his bar to his truck, which was parked beside the rear entrance.

  He could have easily bought a house. God knew he had the money. He’d even toyed with the idea of building a home on the two acres he owned a mile or so from the wolf compound. But a house meant permanence, and since striking out on his own, he’d never stayed in one place longer than two years. Well, except in Woodcliff.

  It wasn’t until he’d started the truck and glanced at the dash clock that he realized what time it was. Six-thirty. Who the hell else was up on a Sunday this early? He groaned again, remembering Kaylie’s words from yesterday. Yes, he kept himself busy, but it wasn’t out of some weird sense of self-punishment for past deeds. Though God knew he probably should be atoning for something. No, he liked being busy. Liked interacting with others and, truth be told, liked not being alone. Alone time meant thinking, and thinking, about his past, his present, his future, pissed him off. Busy kept the thinking at a minimum.

  Desperate for some physical activity to distract his wayward thoughts, he drove to Moon Haven and let himself into the compound’s exercise room. He’d blow off some steam, and time, lifting weights until he could find someone else awake. But when he entered the room he realized immediately he wasn’t alone. Dean didn’t remember seeing Caleb’s truck out front, but there the police officer was, innocently doing bicep curls. Which was odd because the other shifter had a warm and willing woman in his bed. Why was he here? Trouble in Paradise?