by Multiple
“Ivy.” He rumbled against her ear.
Ivy delighted at the awareness in her body tonight, her tiger purred even as blood throbbed in her ears. Edge brought the tigress in her slashing straight through all her inhibitions.
His hand stilled under her skirt when a model thin woman passed their table. Unfortunately, the model stopped.
“Hi, Edge.” The model’s sultry voice sent every nerve in Ivy’s body on high alert.
Her tiger nature snapped her head to attention and a low roar came from her throat. The scent of the other tigress drifted to her sensitive nose even on the other side of the booth.
Edge moved his hand and squeezed her thigh.
“Sara.” Edge’s voice dripped with annoyance.
“Who’s the bitch?” Sara tipped her head toward Ivy.
“My girlfriend. Goodbye, Sara.” He turned his back on Sara and took Ivy in his arms. He nuzzled deep into Ivy’s neck.
Ivy glared at Sara over Edge’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. Her mind roared. Sara turned and walked away.
“Easy, beautiful.” Edge stroked a hand down her arm.
Ivy hadn’t realized she still growled until Edge said something.
“Sorry.” Ivy wanted to claim Edge as her mate. Her hormones were singeing her insides like a marshmallow kept over the campfire too long, and her brain was hazed with multiple sensations as the pulsing club funneled into her. Her thoughts were focused on Edge’s heat against her side and the threat Sara presented. Ivy barely kept her growl leashed inside her and bloodlust sank claws into her stomach urging her to rip Sara’s throat out to stake her claim on Edge.
“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Edge caressed Ivy’s arm as he kissed her neck.
“Sure.” Ivy grinned and her heart speed up knowing what leaving might mean. Her thighs were damp with her desire and her nipples hardened in response to his words. Ivy was more than ready to explore what sex with Edge would be like. She gulped down the rest of her drink.
Edge and Ivy waded through the people who crowded around the dance floor. Ivy noticed Ian on the dance floor as they passed. Ian had found his date, the hot redhead. He waved as they passed by, and he winked at Ivy.
Ivy glowed with the flush of blood that infused her skin under the heat of the full moon. Ian’s acknowledgement only made her more sure of what would happen between her and Edge.
Chapter Seven
Edge guided the bike through the city.
Ivy recognized that they were headed toward The Haven.
Edge pulled around back and keyed the gate code into the small keypad. He parked his motorcycle in an open garage then helped Ivy off the bike.
Ivy wasn’t sure what they were doing here of all places. She was confused as to why he’d choose to bring her here to be alone.
“What are we doing here?” She straightened her skirt.
“I live here.”
Ivy turned to gaze at the center. Her eyebrows drew down in concentration as she studied the large grey building that looked more like an office building.
“I’m an orphan. When some of the pack found me, they brought me here to the center and to the Alphas of our pack.” Edge stared at The Haven as if he was deep in thought or remembering something. His expression lightened and he straightened his shoulders. “Nancy and Greg raised me, and since they are the ones who own the center, this is where I’ve always lived, too.”
Ivy’s eyes widened at the revelation that he’d been raised by the Alpha’s of his pack. For some reason it surprised her. She opened her mouth to ask him about his childhood, but the look on his face made her guess he didn’t want to talk about it. She closed her mouth and glanced back toward the quiet center. Ivy followed Edge into the building past the darkened lobby and down the hall.
Edge stopped at an elevator, and they rode up a floor.
He punched another code into a small panel on the wall next to the door and then opened the doors.
The apartment was large and loft-style, sectioned off with floating walls. Ivy stepped off the elevator behind him as he flipped a few light switches.
Hidden lights in the rafters illuminated the airy rooms. Ivy stared in wonder at the Spartan space. The couches were deep gray and the floor was some kind of black tile. The whole space remind her of Edge himself, strong and masculine, but comfortable.
Edge wiped his palms on his jeans. Ivy grinned a little at the idea of him being as nervous as she was. Did he bring a lot of females to his apartment? Ivy took in a deep breath of air through her nostrils but all she could smell was Edge’s dark spicy scent.
He pulled his boots off and left them by the elevator. Edge turned to Ivy and crouched in front of her. His gaze traveled up her long legs and over the creamy skin of her thighs, if he leaned forward more he would be staring straight up her skirt. The perusal of her flesh and the fact that he just might get a glimpse of what he’d touched earlier made a shiver creep up her spine. She moved her shoulders to dislodge the shiver before it took over her whole body.
Edge glanced up from his crouched position. As his gaze met hers, Edge’s nostrils flared and a spark seemed to jump between them. The spark hit Ivy directly in the pussy and made her ache. He smelled her scent. The musk of her sex oozed out of every pore in her body and mingled with Edge’s scent causing something close to a hormonal euphoria to overtake her brain. She couldn’t help another deep breath just to capture it again. Sunshine infused his spicy dark aroma, which would arouse her all night.
Edge used those long rough hands to unbuckle her right sandal and smoothly remove it. Ivy’s breath hitched as he stroked her ankle, then, he did the same to her left shoe. The sandals were sexy black leather with three inch heels, and the way his eyes moved over them made her wonder if he liked them.
Ivy closed her eyes and focused on the feel of his touch against her skin. She tilted her head to the side and nibbled her lower lip trying to repress a groan of pleasure at the desire his touch created inside her. Such a simple touch, but so erotic at the same time. Ivy’s leg quivered slightly as he ran his hand over her arch before he positioned her foot back on the floor. Edge placed her sandals next to his boots, and that seemed to be where her shoes belonged.
“There. Now you look comfortable.” Edge grinned up at her. His smile was slow and sexy as it slid over his face, those lips taunted her to kiss them.
“Thanks.” The corners of Ivy’s mouth pulled up in a smile as Edge rose to stand in front of her.
Ivy’s stomach growled.
“Damned metabolism,” she mumbled as she rubbed a hand over her stomach.
“Come on, I’ll make you something to eat.” Edge led the way into the kitchen and pulled out a stool for Ivy to sit on.
She sat as he rummaged through the fridge.
“You like veggies or meat?”
“Tiger.” She gave him an “are you kidding me?” glance as she looked at the galley he called a kitchen. The huge island held a large stainless steel sink. All his appliances seemed brand new and definitely cost a lot. Ivy was impressed with the way he kept his kitchen completely spotless.
“Right, meat.” He flashed a grin that showed his perfectly sharp white teeth. Ivy had always been a sucker for a nice smile and a sharp set of canines. He pulled out eggs, onions, steaks and shredded cheese and proceeded to cook a huge fluffy yellow omelet.
“I can’t eat all that.” Ivy’s eyes were huge as she studied the plate-sized omelet.
“Ivy, you don’t have to pretend around me. I know you can eat all that, and I can’t wait to see you do it.” His voice was low in his throat and rough with what she hoped was arousal.
Ivy hadn’t dated a lot, only the males Ian had scared up for her from time to time, and they had never followed the rules much. He offered her the plate.
She accepted the plate and placed it on the counter in front of her. If she ate the food Edge offered, it meant Ivy accepted him taking care of herthat she
had confidence in his ability to do so.
He turned back to make one for himself.
Edge poured them both a big glass of orange juice. He stood with his back to the stove, his plate balanced in his hand waiting for her to eat.
She forked up a huge chunk of the fluffy yellow omelet and chewed slowly savoring the tastes as they exploded on her palette. The melted cheese slid over her tongue with the sharp tang of cheddar. The steak had a smoky flavor as if he’d barbequed it the night before, it was so tender the meat nearly dissolved on her tongue. She moaned making sure she kept her gaze on him. His eyes were vibrant blue and clearly reflected the heat of his desire. The strain of the front of jeans was also a dead giveaway.
Edge’s gaze stayed locked on her until she had eaten a third of the omelet, then he finally dug into his own. She wanted to preen under his gaze, if she had bigger breasts she would have thrust them out toward him. His attention made Ivy sit up straighter as her heart fluttered a little.
Neither one of them said a word as they watched each other enjoy the feast he had created for them. Ivy took the last bite of her omelet and set down her fork.
“Edge, that was fabulous. You’re a great cook.”
“Thank you, I really enjoy cooking, it’s something of a hobby of mine. With our metabolism and all, I find experimenting with food fun.” Edge took her plate and glass and set them in the sink, his lips quirked at the corners as if he was amused. Ivy didn’t miss the fact that Edge’s gaze darted down toward her chest, and could have meant that he liked to play with food rather than eat it. He strolled around the bar and turned her stool to face him.
Ivy parted her knees and he stepped between them. A rush of blood flushed her chest and neck. A bead of sweat stole down the small of her back. Ivy was so ready for this step with Edge that she could barely keep her hands from shaking as she placed them on his chest.
Taking her face in his hands, he lowered his mouth to hers.
Edge teased her lips with his tongue and again she parted for him. He swept inside her mouth devouring her in a long passionate kiss.
Her body roared to life as fire ripped through her. Desire burned her like a star going supernova, she ached to have Edge inside her body.
Ivy pushed her tongue inside his mouth and kissed him back. Her senses swam with the spicy musk that drifted from Edge.
He tasted rich and hot as he explored her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and ran her hands up and down the tense muscles of his back as their tongues rasped against each other. Edge’s kisses were sweet and she wanted them to go on forever. When she thought he’d stop, Edge tipped her head opening her mouth wider to his. His hand clasped her neck, holding her in place as his other hand glided over her hardened nipple. Ivy wanted to whimper at the intense need he was causing to grow inside her body. Edge’s kisses pulled the blood in her body to the surface of her skin, sensitizing every inch of her until she pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
When he pulled back, Ivy gasped for air. Her heart throbbed as she breathed deep causing her chest to heave.
Edge’s gaze was locked on her breasts as they heaved under her shirt. Ivy’s nipples ached under the smooth fabric of her bra.
Ivy wanted his touch, wanted his hands to drift over her body exploring every inch of her. Suddenly, she was wearing too many clothes.
Edge released her face to trail his palm across the raised nubs of her nipples. The aching peaks hardened against his large, callused hands.
A slow heat trickled up her spine at the gentleness of his hands, and she moaned as he rolled her nipple between two fingers.
Edge stretched her shirt over her head exposing her breasts still covered in her sheer bra. If it was possible, her nipples tightened further.
He bent his head and suckled her nipple into his mouth through the material. Edge rolled her nipple between his tongue and his teeth, gradually increasing the pressure on the tiny nub. Edge’s mouth was like liquid fire against her skin and made her hips buck in an attempt to alleviate the burning need and desire between her thighs.
Ivy gasped, her body quivered, and she tunneled her fingers into his dark hair to tug him closer. Her core was scalding with heat against the cool top of the stool as his teeth nibbled at her nipple.
He shifted his mouth to the other breast and Ivy allowed her head fall back as a moan climbed out of her throat. “I want to lick every inch of you, smell you on my skin and taste you in my mouth. I want to feel you hot and wet as you clench around me. I want to feel you come for me, Ivy.”
Edge traced a line down her neck, over her collarbone with his tongue and grazed his teeth over her shoulder. He lingered over her breast again and drew a path between them, trailing his tongue over her belly.
Ivy closed her eyes as giddiness enveloped her, she wanted to giggle at the idea of Edge tasting her sex, no male had ever done that to her. How would it feel for him to graze her skin with his teeth and tongue like he had done to her nipple?
Edge knelt between her legs his big shoulders forcing her knees wide as he pushed her skirt up to her hips.
Her breath hitched as cool air flowed over her bare nether lips.
“You are so beautiful.” He lowered his head.
His hot tongue hit her sensitive nub and Ivy sucked in a surprised breath.
He lapped over her clit, gently at first before thrusting his tongue between her folds. His long fingers parted her lips and she had to brace her arms against the rim of the stool to keep from toppling over as he stroked her.
Edge licked her in long lingering strokes up through her folds and ending at her clit, until her arms shook with the effort to hold her molten body upright. He sucked her clit into his mouth and tugged gently with his teeth.
Ivy marveled at how good his tasting of her felt. She clasped her thighs around his face, and her hands fisted in his hair as her body cinched and tightened into a waiting coil of need.
“Ooh, Edge, you’re going to make me come.”
He sucked harder until she finally shattered, moaning loudly.
Ivy’s head spun so wildly with passion she nearly fell off the stool as her body gushed cream and trembled. She never realized something so simple would be so enjoyable.
Edgescooped her up into his strong arms and carried her to his large bed. He placed her on the comforter then stretched out next to her.
Ivy heaved a sigh and peered at the strong lines of his handsome face. She wondered if she had ever had the kind of intense pleasure that made her insides feel like melting butter. No male had ever given her that kind of release, and the heat inside her surged as she realized the night was not over.
His large hand stroked her still-shivering body as she arched her breasts into his touch.
Her nipples hardened under his masterful fingers as he tugged on first one then the other. She reached for his zipper, and he brushed her hand away.
Edge crawled up her body and used his arms to hold his full weight off her. His pupils dilated, and her need for him was like an electric pulse that crawled over her skin. Edge placed his hand between her thighs and glided his fingers over her creamy slit.
She gasped as he found her wet center.
Edge sheathed his fingers inside her, his gaze locked with hers. His hand trembled as he stilled, which gave Ivy time to grow used to his invasion. His breathing was ragged and sweat broke out on his forehead.
She writhed under his touch, but her gaze never wavered from his. Edge pumped his fingers harder into her core, and she moaned, her body arching up, her breasts crushed against his strong chest.
Edge’s hard erection rubbed gently against her leg causing her fingers to itch with the need to hold his cock in her hand. She wanted to experience his silky skin as it moved over his steel shaft.
“Edge, please.” Ivy stared at him from under half hooded eyes, she couldn’t seem to open them any more than that, they were simply too heavy fro
m her arousal. “Please, it’s been so long.” She ground her pelvis against his palm, her folds stretching around his hand.
Her folds were only slightly swollen, even though her body burned like a paper match. Ivy ached from the little bit of fullness. Edge covered her mouth with his and she thrust her tongue inside his lips. The kiss was long and deep and pulled soft moans from her throat.
He removed his fingers from her then sat away from her and slowly sucked on each of his fingers. Ivy reached down and allowed her fingers to slide through her damp heat. She touched herself slowly drawing Edge’s gaze like a light in the dark. He watched her as she touched her clit, drawing small circles with her index finger. Ivy marveled at how hard and swollen her clit was. The need to come made her push her two fingers faster.
“Ivy, I need to be inside you.” He stood to remove his jeans.
She arched her back as small flicks of lightening touched off inside her core, and she ran her free hand over her distended nipple as Edge undressed. When his cock sprang free, Ivy reached out to him with both arms, inviting him into her body. Ivy licked her lips. What would that drop of clear pre-come taste like on her tongue? Would it be salty or sweet? Suddenly Ivy had the urge to suck him deep into her mouth.
Slowly he moved up her body. He licked her ankle and calf. His tongue swirled over her knee, then the sensitive skin of her thigh. Small goose bumps broke out on her leg making her hiss with pleasure. He moved higher nipping her hip and then delving his tongue into her belly button.
Edge unzipped her skirt and slid it down over her hips making her lift so he could pull the skimpy cloth off. Her sex was so close to his face she wanted him to lick her again.
After he dropped her skirt to the floor, Ivy’s hands tangled in his hair as he moved his body over hers.
Ivy spread her legs for him as his knees settled between her thighs.
Edge hovered over her breast, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He pulled her hands from his hair and held them above her head, pinning her to the bed
Her eyes went wide, and she smiled slow and seductive. She slid her damp center against his hard cock, while her lips parted in a silent moan.
