by Aline Hunter
Each time he retreated she followed, and each time she followed he captured her tongue in his teeth and sucked. He teased the tip, treating it as he would her clit, flicking his tongue over the nub once, twice, a third time. Her soft moans were swallowed in the instant they escaped, the husky sounds vibrating against his lips.
Breaking away from the heat of her mouth, he lowered his head and breathed in the scent of her skin, starting at the hollow of her throat and moving toward her sternum. When he darted his tongue out to taste that alluring combination of cinnamon and dried sweat, he reveled in the sweet saltiness. Goose bumps were prominent beneath the fingers he brought to her waist and small ripples followed the path of his touch.
Up and down he licked and nipped at her quaking skin, focusing on the delicate lines formed by her collarbones before lavishing affection on the visible arches of her rib cage. Her ragged pants when he bit down gently told him what he already suspected.
While she might be nervous about his nature, she was also excited by it.
A soft whimper echoed in his ears and he felt the tips of her fingers twine loosely in his hair. So much for keeping her hands at her sides, not that he’d expected her to. With all the sexual energy pouring through their bodies there was no way in hell he would be able to keep his hands off her either.
Tugging on the strands, she guided his lips to her breasts and arched her back. He couldn’t suppress a wide, shit-eating grin. So his mate liked the feel of a suckling mouth on her nipples, did she? Well what a fucking coincidence, there was nothing he loved more than extensive breast play.
Extending a claw, he sliced through the center of her bra. The material caught at her shoulders, the straps dangling loosely at her arms. Creamy alabaster globes with dark pink crowns greeted him, the pebbled skin accented by beaded nipples that were hard and erect. He cupped one in each hand, studying her face as he rolled the distended pearls between his thumbs and forefingers. She closed her eyes as her head fell back, sighing softly.
“Do you like that?” He let go and traced the pads of his thumbs along the areolas.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Is that all? I think we can do better than that.”
He placed his thumbs over her nipples and applied a minute amount of pressure before he began thrumming the rounded swells. If there was one benefit to playing video games with the pack, it was achieving superfast and coordinated movements with his hands and fingers. Thumbs, when used properly on the female anatomy, could set a woman off like a bottle rocket.
“Oh god!” she gasped and her eyes flew open. She began writhing uncontrollably, her entire body quivering, legs squirming against the bed.
He chuckled and slowed the pace. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He bent his head and placed his lips at the arch beneath her right breast. He trailed his nose along the path created by her silken flesh, following the soft crease of skin. Making his way up and around, he moved his thumb and flicked his tongue across the nipple, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure as Ava’s hips lifted from the bed and rotated in a clockwise motion.
Making his way to her left breast, he decided to give his mate what she longed for. Latching on, he drew the bud into his mouth and bit down lightly. She jerked and moaned, the hand on his head urging him to continue. Slowly, he ran the tip of his tongue along the rim, capturing the surrounding area with his teeth. As responsive as she was, he was willing to bet he could make her come just by toying with her breasts.
“Diskant.” She sighed his name in a breathy whisper before releasing his head and melting into the pillows.
He groaned when his balls went tight, spasmed and a sizeable amount of semen exited the tip of his cock and slicked up the inside of his leathers. Soon he’d come whether he wanted to or not. Not that it mattered. The bonding heat was officially on, meaning he’d come until his sac was empty and he was shooting blanks. The beast in his pants wouldn’t have a problem remaining hard as a fucking diamond so long as Ava was game.
Abandoning the breasts of the century, he followed the indention of her stomach despite her soft wail of protest. “Poor baby, you want to come, don’t you?” he murmured against her belly, rubbing his nose in a wide circle around her navel.
“Yes,” she rasped in husky whisper.
He growled in approval, bolstered by the fact she’d answered without hesitation. Those nervous glances he’d received in the kitchen were long gone, replaced by pure, undeniable sexual need. In light of what he was about to do, he considered that a right good fucking thing.
Being relaxed, in this circumstance, was as important as the kindling for a fire.
His hands went to her hips and he snagged the thin edge of her panties in his thumbs. Extending his claws, he rent the lace in two. When the scrap of material fell away he used his hands to part her thighs and make room. Placing his shoulders between her bent knees, he moved slowly from side-to-side, forcing them apart.
His breath caught at the glorious sight laid out before him.
Her pussy lips were puffy, pink and swollen. The tiny, pearl-sized clit at the top was enlarged, revealing itself by escaping the confines of its protective hood. A glistening sheen coated the labia, the creamy dew of her cunt shimmering wickedly in the lighting.
Getting situated on his elbows and stomach, he pressed his left hand beneath her ass and cupped her cheek, slightly clawed fingers digging into the softness of her skin as he guided the weeping flesh toward his mouth. Bringing his right hand around, he parted her outer lips with his thumb and index finger, basking in the varying shades of pink and ivory that unfurled and left her completely vulnerable to his eyes, fingers and lips.
The scent of her arousal was simply too much, and his mouth became dry in anticipation of finally experiencing what he’d dreamed about for weeks. It was time to discover what this female—his female—tasted like.
He flattened his tongue and started at the perineum, licking the slick, honeyed flesh in a firm steady stroke. By the time he was midway to her clit she was trembling violently, fingers fisting the comforter so tightly her knuckles were a ghostly shade of white. He pressed the advantage, relishing and devouring the cream that gushed hotly from her pussy and coated his tongue. One good flick across that ever-swelling nub waiting at the finish line would send her over.
Releasing her inflamed labia, he quickly moved his fingers down, timing it so that two slid deeply into the welcoming heat of her sex as he drew her clit between his lips and sucked. She came in a maelstrom of high-pitched wails and violent thrashing, the velvety smooth vaginal walls spasming around his fingers.
“Please, Diskant.” She writhed beneath him. “Oh god, it’s too much.”
Relentless, he fed the intensity of her orgasm, forcing her to ride out wave after wave of pleasure even as he keyed her up all over again with fevered flicks of his tongue and started working toward a second. The newfound soreness and sensitivity of her clit would only take her higher, building into a climax that would have her seeing stars. All he had to do was force her to find the pleasure in the minimal pain, get her past the point of discomfort to bring on sheer bliss.
Pistoning his hand at the wrist, he pounded into her with hard strokes, pulling out until the pads of his fingers were skimming the entrance before plunging back in to the knuckle. Her whimpers and mewls were music to his ears, her musky taste exactly as he’d known it would be. A surge of hot liquid and she was coming on his tongue again, juices coating his lips and chin. She threatened to wriggle loose and he moved the hand at her ass around and clasped her belly, forcing her to remain as she was.
When she went limp, chest heaving and legs shaking, he slid from the bed and started removing his clothing. The boots took longer than he would have liked and his turtleneck suffered as a consequence. He ripped the garment in two, uncaring of where the pieces fell. The leather pants survived courtesy of their durability and the slickness of the leaking pre-cum at the crotch, sliding easily off his legs and
ankles until he stood totally naked before her.
* * * * *
Ava’s eyes felt like saucers when Diskant ripped away his leather pants, leaving him completely nude. Her body was still tingling from the second orgasm—something she had never achieved before—her breaths coming and going in frenetic pants. He was ruggedly beautiful, all brawn, tanned skin and muscle. Hip bones were prominent, showcasing the washboard abs etched along his abdomen. A mat of raven-black fur adorned his chest, matching the thatch that began just below his navel and traveled down.
Anxious, she stared at the huge erection that stretched to his bellybutton. The bulbous head was nearly as large as her wrist, the skin along the tip a dark shade of pink that lightened toward the base. Several large and swollen blue veins ran along the shaft, vanishing as they neared the glans.
Generally she found a man’s genitalia to be less than appealing. However, in all fairness, the prejudice might have been garnered from past experience. While Martin enjoyed a blowjob, it was something she didn’t bestow on a regular basis. No one could ever understand the true throes of sexual frustration until they’d swallowed a load for the team and were left with a raging libido and a snoring partner.
The first time, shame on him. The second, shame on her. The third, well, she got wise and stopped offering altogether.
It might not have been so bad if Martin had reciprocated, which was another profoundly monumental difference between Diskant and her prude blast from the past. Diskant, god bless his soul, liked to give oral. The throaty growls of satisfaction as he gave her pleasure couldn’t have meant anything else.
Like a jungle predator, he bent at the waist, placed his hands on the bed and began crawling across the mattress in her direction. Bold and brazen, she sat up, folded her legs beneath her and rose to her knees. Even situated as she was she was much smaller, so that when Diskant stopped before her, mirroring her stance, his cock was high enough that she only had to crane her neck slightly to take him into her mouth.
There was no prelude, no sensuous teasing with her tongue and lips. She grasped the base in hand, lowered her head and sucked the red crown of his cock into her mouth. His taste wasn’t bitter as she expected. Instead she welcomed a pungent flavor of heady spice and salt, wild and untamed, dangerous yet absolutely fascinating.
“God, yes,” he groaned.
After the tip was wet she started working her way down, coating the warm skin with her saliva until she was able to take half his length. Two passes and he was primed. Her lips glided across, her tongue wrapping beneath. Grasping the base with her fist, she sucked in earnest on the return trip to the tip.
“Ava.” Fingers wound into her hair and tugged. “Look at me.”
For some reason the request was harder to obey than she thought. Keeping her eyes on his abdomen meant she could keep her emotions in check. Something undeniable was happening between them but until that moment she hadn’t truly considered the ramifications of what she was allowing to transpire.
She felt exposed when she eventually did as he asked, staring past his stomach and chest, meeting his glowing gold eyes. His jaw was taut, a muscle in his cheek clenching. His dark hair was unkempt around his shoulders, a few wispy strands caught in the bristles at his chin.
“I knew you would look beautiful sucking my cock. Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this? Envisioning you on your knees, staring up at me with those big blue eyes while those cock-rocking lips swallowed me down?”
A flood of heat escaped her sex and she moaned in response, unable to talk as the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. He groaned, twisting his fingers into her short hair, pulling almost painfully on the strands. Redoubling her efforts, she lowered her torso and relaxed her throat, allowing the tip to gain another inch as she swallowed him down.
“Fuck, yeah.” He rolled his hips slightly. “Just like that, baby.”
He guided her head with his hands, setting a slow, steady rhythm. She sucked until her jaw ached, desperate to please, driven to see his eyes close in pleasure as a husky purr echoed from his chest. His eyes shifted color when he opened them and, as they had in the club, the color changed from yellow-gold to vibrant green to an intense shade of silver.
“Every single night I’d go to bed hard as a baseball bat. It didn’t matter how many times I jacked off in the shower. I could still smell you when I fell asleep, and that was all it took. I couldn’t escape you, not even in my dreams. You haunted me every goddamn night.”
He pried her away from his cock when tears pooled in her eyes and she tried to mask what she couldn’t control and didn’t understand.
Why should she care that Diskant had thought of her as often as she had him? He didn’t owe her anything. He said she was his mate, but men said all kinds of things to lure women into their beds. One good fuck and he’d learn she was right. As soon as he accepted she wasn’t the mate he believed her to be she’d be watching him drive away on the very Harley he rode in on.
Jesus if the thought didn’t sting.
“Ava,” he whispered quietly, pressing her back into the mattress and pillows. “I’m right here. I’m going to stay right here.”
Horrified, she realized she’d mumbled her thoughts aloud. Sharing Diskant Black’s bed was one thing. Giving him access to her insecurities and emotional hang-ups was something else.
“I can’t do this,” she whimpered, struggling to get free.
She lashed out at him like a cornered creature, scratching and clawing, kicking and slapping. He forced a knee between her legs while warding off her blows, captured her wrists in his hands and forced them over her head. Pressing a portion of his weight upon her chest, he waited for the outburst to run its course. Within seconds her energy waned and she stopped fighting, breathing raggedly against his skin.
“Ava.” His voice was soft and raspy, without a hint of exertion, and the realization that her efforts were nothing more than an intrusive nuisance infuriated her all the more. “I told you I’d be patient but that you couldn’t shut me out. That’s what you just tried to do, and I won’t have it. One thing you should know right now about being mated to a shifter: we never lie to each another—ever.”
Drawing a deep breath to collect herself, she informed him on the exhale, “I’m not your mate.”
“We’re back to that, are we?”
“We never left that!”
“Oh, kitten.” His eyes shifted to that vivid shade of jeweled emerald and he smiled mischievously. “You turn me on when you’re angry. I can’t wait to learn what pisses you off so I can get you good and fired up just to cool you back down.”
“Would you listen to yourself?” She was positively seething and embarrassed. “You don’t know me, Diskant. Tomorrow morning I’ll be just another notch on your bedpost. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I didn’t have any illusions about what was going to happen when I asked you to bring me to your bed. But I would appreciate it if you stopped blowing man-ho smoke up my ass. Save the pillow talk for a woman who’s gullible enough to buy it. Play with my body, not my heart. That’s off limits.”
“Are you finished?”
“Not really.”
“Tough, it’s my turn.”
He wriggled his hips and forced her to spread her legs. Shifting to the left, she felt the tip of his cock slide against the inside of her thigh. The iron-hard width of the crown slipped across the still-wet folds of her cleft and she closed her eyes, arching her hips without conscious thought. The motion caused him to glide against her clit, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle a hoarse moan.
“I try to get a word in and you go and do something like that. You’re killing me.”
“Let me up,” she groaned, unsure of why she said it as it was the last thing she wanted.
He rolled his hips back and away. The solid warmth against her sex evaporated and she nearly cried out at the loss. Her clit was pulsating again, desperate with the need to be touched. He
returned with a sensual thrust of his hips and slid the tip of his cock against her slick seam, gaining a high-pitched mewl from her throat.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes.” She tried not to wince at the uncertainty in her voice, but knew he heard it just the same when his corresponding chuckle resonated in her ears.
“Why does that sound like a no to me?”
Because it is? Gnawing on her cheek, she refused to answer.
Damn if this man didn’t wreak havoc on her mind and senses. Her nipples were hard again, the walls of her sex clenching and releasing, demanding she do something to appease the ever-present cramplike ache.
“Do you have any idea what that scent does to me?” His voice changed, so throaty the vowels were distorted. “It drives me mad smelling you, knowing your cunt is dripping wet and hot as hell. If it were possible I’d go down on you at the same time I fucked you. That way I could taste your cream when you came around my cock.”
She groaned when he rolled his hips again, sending slivers of heat spiraling through her veins. “Do you want this?” His shaft nudged the mouth of her pussy and she gasped, unable to look away from his eyes as the irises changed from green to silver. “Do you want to know what it feels like to have me inside you?”
All propriety and doubt fled, replaced by raw desire. “You know I do.”
“Then tell me.”
Breath hitching as he rolled his hips again, she gasped, “Tell you what?”
“That you’re mine.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Sure you can.” He pumped his hips and the wide head divided the outer labia, brushing against those innermost lips, and sent prickles of electricity across the sensitized skin. “Say, ‘I’m yours, D’.”
“No.”
He clucked his tongue and the weight of his pelvis disappeared, leaving her with nothing but air and unbearable emptiness. Her entire body screamed at the loss, the need to have him inside her so powerful that she’d do anything he said just to put an end to the misery.
