All the Lovely Creatures

by B. C. Sirrom

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  Bonnie raked her nails down Kirk’s back in delicious pleasure as he thrust himself against her repeatedly. They’d been in her bed for over an hour and she was nearing her fourth climax but he was showing no signs of slowing down. He gripped her left nipple firmly between his teeth, hissing as the pain caused by her fingernails increased the intensity of his passion. His next thrust came even harder and deeper than before pushing her entire body a few centimeters closer to the headboard.

  For a brief moment, when she’d first taken him upstairs to her bedroom, she’d wanted to feel guilty for what they were about to do, but after a decade of depraved sailors and filthy mountain men, a seasoned and attractive man like Detective Kirk was a welcome indulgence. The way that he growled softly with each thrust excited the hell out of her and his impressive stamina was like winning the lottery, but her favorite thing about him was the way that he had taken immediate control; ravaging her like a wild beast when so many of the other men had preferred to simply lay back and let her do all of the work.

  Suddenly he tucked his arms beneath her hips and scooped her off of the bed as he rose to his knees and sat back on his heels. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to continue the rhythm of their bodies rocking in tandem but he was holding her so tightly to him that she could barely move. In a second swift, fluid motion he lunged forward with her, slamming her back against the headboard with such force that she felt slightly dizzy with excitement. She scrambled to pull her feet beneath her on the bed so that she could support herself as he released her hips and grabbed the headboard with both hands, using it as leverage to resume his thrusting. He covered her mouth with his, pressing his tongue between her lips and plunging himself even deeper between her thighs. Every motion felt so incredible that she wanted to scream with joy but he was making it hard for her to breathe and that only excited her more.

  A few powerful thrusts later he finally released her lips, moving to nibble and suck on the side of her neck. His gruff breathing and excited growling each time he re-entered her body added to the intensity and passion of the moment and she knew that he was finally getting closer to ecstasy. Even as she felt his shoulders begin to stiffen against her breasts, pressing her back against the wall, her own orgasm exploded upward through her naval making her toes curl and her fingertips claw tiny shreds of wood from the headboard. With a final explosive thrust she felt his iron shaft flex inside of her and a loud snarl escaped his lips as he released the headboard, grabbing her hips and crushing her against him.

  As the intensity began to subside he tossed his head back to look up at the ceiling, exhaling deeply. Eyeing the exposed flesh of his throat for a moment she lunged forward, biting him sharply, hard enough to make it hurt but careful not to break the skin.

  “Owe!” He exclaimed, jumping back slightly to look at her, but in a single breath his lips parted in a large grin and he laughed. Relieved, she joined in, knowing for certain now that he was completely under her spell. For a moment her relief was tempered by sadness; she hadn’t expected him to be such a great lay and now, after what they’d just experienced together, she wasn’t sure whether or not she’d be able to kill him if it ever came to that.

  “Wanna go again?” She asked, loving the way that her breasts felt pressed between their firm bodies.

  He laughed and fell back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. He was still inside of her but she could already feel that he was starting to soften and she knew that he needed a break.

  “How about something to drink then?” She offered instead.

  “That sounds perfect.” He breathed.

  She started to roll off of him but he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against him once more for another passionate kiss.

  “Hurry back.” His whispered, letting her go.

  When she returned to the room carrying two glasses of merlot she found him still lying nude on the bed where she’d left him, and the sight of his sweat-glistened body made her breath catch in her throat. He’d shifted to his side and had propped his head up with one hand. He was grinning at her and in that moment she had everything that she’d ever wanted when she’d left her clan.

  She moved to sit on the bed beside him and handed him one of the goblets of wine but her mind was suddenly a million miles away, attempting to devise a plan that would get her out of the spotlight for Walter’s murder and allow her to keep Kirk for herself all at the same time.

  “You’re not human.” He said quietly, snapping her attention back to him.

  “What?” She asked, feeling her heart skip a beat.

  “You can’t be. You’re too perfect. You must be an angel.” He swooned.

  She relaxed a bit and tapped one of her horns as a reminder. “Hardly.”

  He grinned, reaching up to caress the horn gently with the fingertips of his free hand. “I think they’re beautiful.”

  She sighed, remembering once more that his love for her wasn’t real. Two days ago he’d been shocked and disgusted by the very sight of her in Karina’s tattoo parlor.

  “Do you really think that I killed Walter?” She asked, changing the subject.

  “Definitely not.” His conviction was not as encouraging as she would have liked. “But if you can’t provide a better alibi for the night that he was murdered then no one is going to believe you.” He added.

  She shifted on the bed, rolling onto her stomach and stretching her legs out toward the headboard. He moved his fingertips in a slow trail down her back and over the curve of her left buttock.

  “If I tell you where I was for those three days will you promise not to get angry?”

  “I could never be angry at you.” He cooed and she rolled her eyes. Of course not … at least, not anymore.

  “I was with Chet.” This time she was telling him the truth. “We went to Phoenix together.”

  He frowned deeply at her but, as promised, he didn’t get angry. “I know you don’t really love him.” He said quietly.

  “You’re right, I don’t. But he makes very good money and that was something that I really admired about him.”

  “But he won’t make you happy.” He stroked his hand back up her body lightly and she looked at him with a smile.

  “Definitely not as much as you could.” She admitted.

  “I have money too, you know. I’ve been saving up for a few years but you and I could take the money and go somewhere warm, like Tahiti.”

  “What about your wife?” She asked, cautiously.

  “We’ve been having problems lately anyway.” He answered dismissively.

  She knew that, in that moment, he truly believed what he was saying but she also knew that it was a lie. Twenty-four hours ago he would have insisted that they were happy and that life was perfect for them … and he would have been right.

  “I can’t leave until we solve Walter’s murder. I’m innocent and I’m going to prove it.”

  “The coroner sent for a forensic specialist out of Seattle. She’ll be here in the morning.”

  “Promise me that you’ll tell me everything they find out?” She asked, feeling hopeful once more.

  “I promise.” He whispered as he pressed his hand between the backs of her thighs. She opened them obediently and inhaled sharply as he slipped two fingers inside of her. Swallowing the last of her wine in a single gulp she dropped first her glass, and then his, on the floor at the foot of the bed and rolled to face him for orgasm number five.