“I am on your side, munchkin. Believe me, I am, but I know you’re not really serious when you talk about only focusing on work and giving up on having a life and a man by your side. I mean, I know your exes were more than jerks and idiots, but there are good guys out there just waiting to get their hands on a sassy, fluffy girl like you.”
“You’re just messing with me.”
“I’m not. I know firsthand what it’s like to be alone, and it sucks. Even with a kid as great as mine, I still feel lonely and sometimes think a man would do wonders to my life. Getting one whowants to commit when I already have a child, on the other hand, is difficult. But you’re single girl, you are smart, successful and you’re steaming hot even if you don’t believe it. I think you should go for it. See where it takes you. Who knows what single friends he has,” she concluded with a wink.
“I can’t even relax with him. I’m tense all the time and he turns me into a dragon ready to light up the whole town. I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“Well, if you don’t try, you’ll regret not doing it.”
“You have a point. I’m going to do it and get it out of my system.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Why are you still here? Go, girl.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Anna got home. The door clicked closed and she leaned on it to support herself. She couldn’t believe what she had agreed to.
What were you thinking?
Oh, well. Nothing much could be done now anyway.
She had a refreshing, steamy shower and stopped in front of the dark, awe-inspiring, organized closet, thinking what to wear for her hot date.
Was it a date or just a booty call? At this point, it was the same for her. All her body was ready for him. It had been ready since that morning. It seemed so long it really hurt now. After the fantasy she had in the kitchen, her mind had been floating in and out of vivid scenes of her being pinned to a wall, to the bed, to the floor. Anywhere, as long as it was him and he was keeping his promise. Was she going to even be able to drive? Should she call a cab? After getting this itch scratched for as long as possible and in as many ways as he wanted, maybe life could go back to how it was.
She took out a dress, the easiest choice she could make. A simple dark blue one made of a soft summery type of velvet. She had never even worn it before. It was too revealing in the upper part, and since she was almost working all the time, she just kept it there for special occasions like this one. She threw it on the bed and rummaged through one of the drawers for the most provoking lingerie she owned. It was all lace in a dark plum shade. She tried it on and looked in the mirror approvingly. It did wonders to her hourglass figure. She put the dress on, got a brief spray of her most seducing perfume between her breasts and she was done. Ready for the date.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Who could it be? She wasn’t expecting anyone. She could hope it wasn’t her neighbor, Sage, inviting her for a drink. They sometimes went out when both of them desperately needed a drink and to bitch about work. She wasn’t in the mood for explanations now. The light was on in her room, so she couldn’t just ignore it and wait for the person to leave.
She opened the door. She saw two bare, dirty feet, worn, quite loose jeans and the most intimidating eight-pack she had ever seen on a person this close to her. Why was he in this state? Had something happened to him?
“I just couldn’t wait anymore.” Adam said and in a second she was in his arms. “I thought you would be more comfortable in your house.”
“What happened to you? Is everything alright?” she asked, confused but excited at the same time.
“You. You drive me out of my mind.”
What more can you say to that? said the part of her brain that wanted to give in, to let him take control over every single cell in her body. The part of her brain that said he was a keeper. That voice clashed with the exact opposite that said it was only one night. One night, and she could tell him to leave her be and get on with her life. She didn’t know which one to listen to. All of this pushed buttons she wasn’t even aware she had. How could he do this only with the confidence exuding from his now deep-lake-green eyes?
She had to admit he now had her full attention. She was furious with herself for feeling this aroused and excited about a guy who would only leave her. Her final decision was that she could press pause on her life and hit play tomorrow and continue where she had left things. Nights didn’t count. They were a break from the job that was practically her life. She sometimes thought she had two lives. One was the respectable corporate attorney she’d worked so much to become, and the other was what happened at night when she changed into another person. Someone who dated men who weren’t her clients and she could behave how she wanted with them. Even accept proposals like Adam’s.
She didn’t want to even think about how wild everything seemed. She ignored the part of her brain that told her this was going to be over soon and she would end up hurt. She focused on the way her skin buzzed and became awake and oversensitive under his demanding touch. The warmth of his skin over hers erased all the thoughts going through her head. Even if it was a scorching-hot summer, her house was prepared for this and it was cool inside. The insulation team she had brought in when she bought the house had done their job well. And had made a hole in her budget as well. That didn’t matter that much now. She had money in the bank. She had made sure to tick that goal off her list. Since she started being recommended by her increasingly more influential clients, even important companies sought her advice and the paychecks contained even more zeros. That had meant more work and less time for a life. Now it was time for her life.
Her body went rigid in his arms. She couldn’t even think, moving fingers or limbs was out of the question. He leaned over her, the loose strands of hair from his ponytail tickling her face. One of his hands came out of nowhere and he hooked a finger under her chin, guiding her head to the right angle, tilting it while his lips crashed on hers. The same hand was now cradling the back of her head, maintaining her head immobile, not allowing her control over her own body. With the clear intention of making her open her mouth for him, he sucked her lower lip, then licked it, moving to the upper one. On cue, she granted him permission to worship her mouth, thrusting her tongue in his mouth, brushing it past his in a demanding tango, and moaning. Her body still couldn’t relax, but it was a start.
Only her mouth moved under his command. His lips were warm and soft and he ran his tongue over hers in a demanding kiss. It was happening so fast that Adam’s head was shouting at him to pin her to a wall and please her over and over again until she screamed his name while she came again and again. His bear was in control, his member stiff to the point of pain. He kept repeating to himself that she was human and regardless of her tastes in sex positions, he was still a shifter and he could crush her with his weight, or worse, shift while fucking her. He had to control himself. It was extremely difficult since all his instincts ordered him to have and bite her. That was the mating ritual shifters had to go through. With a human or with another shifter. The call to stamp himself on her body had never been this strong. Scratch that, in all the times he had been with a woman, no matter how attractive, he had never felt the need to claim the female. Another sign that she was his fated mate.
Anna’s mind rambled. Stupid things went through her head. What was her role? How was she supposed to act? She didn’t have time to think about anything else, though. Adam was in control. He didn’t break the contact of their lips. He just directed her legs towards the nearest wall. She realized that when her back hit it. It didn’t hurt. It just increased the tension already strong in their bubble.
His arms coiled around her and fondled her generous ass cheeks.
“Stop resisting me. Relax,” he whispered in her ear.
The only thing her mushy brain could answer was “I can’t.”
What did she mean she couldn’t? He was sure she was doing it on purpose, to make him lose it then
and there. He wanted to. Only he knew how much he wanted to, but he had to keep his bear under control. Changing in this situation would only make matters worse. Losing control only meant she got hurt. Then she wouldn’t think twice about calling the police.
The way she resisted him only made him even more determined to get her naked and possess her. He groaned and deepened the kiss. His fangs itched to taste her blood and claim her. His animal was starved. He wanted to claim his mate so he could enjoy her attention and body for the rest of his life. It was easy for the animal inside him. He obeyed only to basic things. Human life and rules made it all the more complex and complicated.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, grinding his length on her stomach.
She couldn’t tell him that she wanted him to be in control. Do whatever he wanted to her. She needed to be a slave. A slave to lust. To enjoy whatever he had to give. And she had a feeling it was going to be like nothing she had experienced before. It was her worst nightmare and her most scorching fantasy. Men usually didn’t ask her. She didn’t know if she even had the courage to voice her desires. She’d been taught to deny them for so long.
“Tell me, Anna,” he demanded again. “I’m so hard I can’t even think straight.”
“I can’t take the pressure anymore,” she whispered, ashamed of what she was about to say next. “I want you to fuck me into oblivion.”
That did the trick. He was too far gone now for his actions to have any decency. One moment she was facing him, and the other she was facing the wall. She gasped. He caressed her between her legs, feeling how wet her panties were.
“You are so ready for me, baby,” he whispered, his hot breath on her neck. His hand was on her skin now. “Your pussy is so juicy.” He slipped a finger into her wetness.
“Do you like it when I touch you here?” he said as he pushed the finger deeper.
“Yes,” she moaned.
The sound of material tearing filled the room. Her pussy was free from the confinement of the lace panties. Lust pooled in her stomach. His grip on her hip drove her crazy.
He released her and her ears became alert. She couldn’t see what he was doing. She was facing the wall. The sound of a button popping and the zipper of his fly going down were the only things she could hear, other than his ragged breathing. It didn’t last more than five seconds, and his hands were on her skin again. His fingers were coated in the balmy wetness oozing from her center. The hand disappeared, and it was replaced by his moan as his cock thrust into her. It was only the tip of it. Probing her hole two more times convinced him she could accommodate all of him, and in one violent thrust he was in, all the way. She felt the pain bone-deep as her walls were stretched beyond what they could handle. It was a welcome pain though. It promised passion and pleasure. A lot of pleasure.
“Your pussy is so tight. I like the feel of you.”
He thrust a few times gently, giving her time to get used to his length. His hands wanted to touch her breasts. He had sucked and fondled those breasts in his fantasies. Her dress was the only barrier between his hands and her naked skin. It had to go. Possession invaded his mind. He had to stamp his scent all over her. Others had to know she was his. The dress was on the floor in a blink of an eye, shredded into pieces, and his prize was right there for him to claim. All his instincts were awake now, guiding him to be dominant to rise up to her expectations.
“Do you care about this piece of material?” he asked, visibly amused by the question.
“Yes. I can take it off,” she said arching her back and unhooking the bra.
He grasped her hips, holding her immobile. She was his to do as he pleased. He was going to do that all right. His plan was to fuck her like it was their last night on Earth. That should do it. She wouldn’t forget that. Couldn’t. And then, she would accept to be his. He firmly thrust into her, pumping her as tension built up in his cock, making it harder with each movement. Every time he was all in, she released a satisfied moan and as his pace turned even wilder, her breath was ragged.
“You’re so close. Just let go.”
Her orgasm was close. He could tell by the way her legs shook. That only made him get even closer. He couldn’t give it to her with all the strength he was capable of and he had to keep his teeth in check so as not to accidentally bite her and claim her then and there. His balls tightened, commanding him to take her harder and harder. He obeyed and closed his eyes only to find release in a soul-shattering orgasm. His hot seed spilled in her, coating her walls and branding his scent on her. She moaned again and that was it. Pure bliss was unleashed in all her body as he filled her completely. She just couldn’t believe this was happening. No man had ever given her an orgasm this deep and this strong. Her muscles were alive like never before. Her bones were mostly jelly and her head hazy with the force of her release.
He could barely believe how perfect she was for him. She did to his senses and his animal what no woman had done before. He felt like it was new territory. He’d had sex before. Good sex, sure. But not ecstatic, cathartic, wild sex. New feelings emerged from depths he didn’t even know existed. Hunger. Power. This woman brought his animal to the fore. It all fell into place now. Things he had never felt with other women. His mother’s letter had been right about his mate. It only took him years to realize it.
He eased out of her, planting deep kisses as his lips moved from her shoulder to her neck. The only thing keeping her standing still were his arms. He eased out of her, aware of his seed dripping from both their intimate parts. It felt so natural and right. He gently lifted her in his strong arms and he could clearly see mixed feelings in her eyes. Was it because she hadn’t enjoyed herself? Was it because she was afraid he could hurt her? Was it because he was here, invading her personal space?
He knew it wasn’t because she hadn’t enjoyed herself. That he was sure of. There were so many things he didn’t know about her. Hell. He knew only that she was bossy and liked threatening people, but at the same time she was so fragile. He could see behind the mask. He knew how easily things disturbed her peace. He could see frailty, but strength was also present in her eyes.
He lifted his legs, one after the other and the jeans just slid on the floor as if they didn’t belong on his sculpted thighs. It was incredible for her how normal this felt. He looked like he had done this so many times that he was a master. Maybe he was and he could show her. She wondered what was next and how many orgasms he was going to gift her with. His now completely naked body was cradling hers. This was beyond intimate. Soul-deep intimate.
His eyes asked her to lead the way and she pointed to her bedroom door. The room was unlit. The only light was coming from the street lights outside.
“Put me down. You’ll fall and break your neck carrying me in the darkness” she ordered.
“Trust me, I won’t.”
Wow. Confidence is so sexy. She had to believe him the moment he gently set her down on the bed. She didn’t know what to do. He was still standing next to the bed. No. Wait. He knelt and pulled her by the legs.
“What are you doing?”
“Continuing what I started. Licking you clean. Giving you the best night of your life.”
That cocky smile of his was back and next thing she knew his tongue was grazing her folds. The first sensation that invaded her brain was the warm lick all over the surface of her pussy. He lifted his head and she could see her wetness on his lips. He licked his lips in slow-motion.
“You are so delicious. I could taste you and lick you clean all my life.”
That confident smile and the stiff boner he sported added to the pressure present in all the muscles and bones in her body and made her arch her back and lift her pelvis to meet his mouth again.
His cum combined with her juices trickled from her center. She clutched the sheets, holding them for dear life as if the material was the only one she could confess her frustration and pleasure to. Then his tongue came into contact with the pulsating skin on her left pu
ssy lip, then her right, then her clit, then the left one again. His tongue, wide and long, was licking her clean from her ass hole to her clit now.
Again.
And again.
And again. He circled her entrance with a steady rhythm that turned her brains to mush again.
She didn’t recognize the wild moans that came out of her throat. They matched his. It was a type of communication her brain didn’t understand but her body certainly did. Her skin boiled now, and her back arched into his caress. She gripped the sheets instinctively as his tongue licked the entrance still oozing with cum. His life essence. Him. She liked the thought of that. She rocked her hips into his mouth and his tongue went deeper into her. It thrust into her as he had done only minutes before but he did it with his tongue now. Wow. He did really know his way around her womanly parts. And he was licking her clean, just like he promised.
Nobody has ever done this for me.
She quivered in his arms and then started shaking.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered as she suppressed a moan.
He wasn’t going to. He groaned as his shaft pulsed, but he had to wait. Her pleasure came first. Her head and body had to be convinced that only he was the right man to be inside her. He wanted to take her hard and fast again. He had to refrain from doing that too. She had to say the words. Ask him to take her. Beg him to make her come.
She was close. So close that one more lick and she gritted her teeth. All hell broke loose as an orgasm stronger than the one before lit up her entire core, encasing her body in light, liquefying her bones in the process. She screamed.
Was it his name? What was she saying?
“Noooo… No. No. No. This can’t be happening,” she mumbled as she backed away from him.
It sure wasn’t his name. Why was she saying “no”? Things didn’t add up. What was happening?
“What’s wrong? Come here” he said as he sat on the bed, stretching his arms to hold her.
She was now sobbing and holding her legs. Rocking even. Like a traumatized kid hiding from the boogie man in a corner, rocking himself in an attempt to calm down. She didn’t answer, and he took the risk and approached her. His bear was confused too and a low snarl could be heard. He hugged her shoulders, kissed her hair and tucked her under the soft satin covers.
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