The Billionaire Shifter's Virgin Mate (Billionaire Shifters Club #2)

by Diana Seere

  “You want me,” he rasped into her ear, clutching her from behind, her gorgeous legs revealed as he pulled her skirt up, insanely intoxicated to find her wearing no panties at all, bare legs smooth and so lickable he nearly dropped to his knees, tongue extended.

  Her ass pushed back, pelvis arching, rubbing against his hot, thick cock.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you, Derry,” she moaned, her tiny hands flat against the changing room wall, the sound of people outside the slotted door a muted audience. She bit the back of her hand as his fingers found her swollen clit under her skirt. One hand fingered her with torturous, wet circles using the pad of his thumb, his other hand unbuttoning his pants. Within seconds, he was sliding home.

  She sucked him into her, then clamped down, her pussy walls begging for more. The effect was like greased lightning as he rode her, plunging in and pulling back out as she begged him for more.

  “Fill me,” she gasped. “I can’t get enough. I need to come. God, Derry, I need you to make me come now!”

  Wild heat drove him senseless, his abs slamming against the bunched edges of her skirt, hiked up around her waist, the white, sweet globes of her luscious ass calling out for a smack.

  “Oh!” she called out as he spanked her, just once, the sound like erotic music. In the second after, she cried his name, biting the hand he had braced against the wall, her body shuddering with the first of a wave of orgasms she rode, her legs buckling as he held her up without effort, her face flushed, hair in sweat-soaked tendrils along the delicate line of her neck.

  Derry’s mind splintered as she claimed and released, clamped and let go, pulling him in and milking him as his own orgasm drove out every shred of self-control he thought he possessed as a sophisticated lover and turned him into a, well…

  An animal.

  Not literally, but metaphorically speaking, and as their bodies resumed normal heart rates, and they realized they’d just rutted like beasts in heat with wedding guests not five feet away, chatting around the pool, Derry’s coarse voice, ragged from holding back his sounds of passion, cut through their breathing.

  “Where the hell have you been all my life?” he asked. Close enough to see individual pores on her skin, he realized he was facing the spot where her birthmark had been.

  Had.

  It was still gone.

  He opened his mouth to say something about it, an uneasy tingling inside his mind spreading like a wildfire.

  Just as he was about to speak, she straightened her skirts, turned around, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his cheek.

  “That was great. See you after lunch.”

  Without another word, Jess the Virgin slipped out of the changing room and left him surrounded by her scent, a spent member, a thousand questions—

  And a huge grin on his face.

  She couldn’t stop. Not wouldn’t.

  Couldn’t.

  Even now, slick and throbbing, Jess knew she could ride him for another hour, her folds swollen with the need for more release, her body primed and ready for orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Nothing she had experienced in her entire twenty-one years came close to this. No word adequately described what Jess had become.

  Horny? No.

  Aroused? Nope.

  Excited? Not quite.

  Insatiable? Close.

  Pretty damn close.

  She could have Derry fuck her nine times a day, and still her body would ache for a tenth climax. This was insane.

  She was insane.

  And loving every minute of it.

  That smack on her ass had opened up a whole world she’d never considered before. Like expecting the sky always to be blue and then seeing your first sunset. Obviously she knew some people went in for that, but she hadn’t expected her body to respond so urgently to a little spanking.

  Oh God, just the word made her wet. Again.

  She paused in the hallway that led to her room, her mind empty. What was she doing again?

  With a start, she remembered the luncheon. With his sister, who’d already made that snide comment about smelling trouble. Jess could only imagine what she smelled like now. If she’d been wearing panties, they would’ve been soaked.

  Fuck it. Some girls had to make up for lost time. If other people didn’t like it, they could kiss her ass.

  Her big pink aroused ass.

  Taking calming breaths, she ducked into a powder room for a quick cleanup before making her way through the house, out the back door to the lake, and scanned the shore for the boathouse. It sat to her right, a sloping walk past the outdoor pool area—because of course they had both an indoor and outdoor pool, a lake, and several private hot springs. Of course they did. The one percent. The one one-hundredth of a percent.

  And soon Lilah was going to be one of them. Whether she was ready for it or not, Jess’s life was going to change, too. No more counting spare change to buy a container of store-brand yogurt, no more clutching the pepper spray in her pocket as she walked through her own neighborhood in the middle of the day. As Lilah’s sister, she would never have to be that poor again.

  And as Derry’s girlfriend…

  She tripped over the flagstone. No, that’s not what she was. She caught her balance and hurried past the pool deck to a flagstone path snaking its way through the manicured, rolling turf. She knew what this thing was with Derry, and it began and ended with soggy underwear. If she told herself that often enough, she might believe it. She had to believe it, because the longest Derry had ever dated a woman was probably twenty-four hours. The fact that he was still interested in her this morning didn’t mean he was in love with her, no matter how many outrageously sweet words he moaned in her ear while he gave her yet another orgasm.

  A waiter met her at the top-floor entrance of the boathouse, a narrow building perched on the shore with stairs leading down one side. The roof was converted into a glassed-in porch, where Lilah and Sophia reclined in white wicker chairs that were padded with floral cushions. As Jess walked in, they each held a champagne flute and were talking in animated, hushed tones that fell silent the second they saw her standing there.

  “Mimosa?” the waiter asked.

  Jess looked at him, a short guy in his sixties whose red hair was going white. In a flash of paranoia, she wondered if he knew as well—because from the looks Lilah and Sophia were giving her, they’d known everything at a glance, so she was obviously doing a crap job of hiding her feelings.

  “Two, please,” Jess said. One for each ovary.

  The skilled waiter did as she asked without a flicker of surprise or disapproval, and in seconds Jess was sitting in the third chair, mimosas in hands, staring down two women who obviously had very different feelings about her sex life.

  “It’s none of your business,” Jess said by way of an icebreaker. Then she tipped her head back and drained her first mimosa.

  Sophia snorted. “Is that the only congratulations you can offer your sister two days before her wedding?”

  The bitch was right. Jess got up and bent over to hug Lilah. “Forgive me. Congratulations.” Then she sat down again and gulped her second drink.

  “Lilah and Gavin are fated to be together,” Sophia said, crossing her long legs.

  Lilah put a hand over her chest and sighed. “That’s so sweet of you, Sophia. It means a lot to me to know you think that.”

  “It’s the sort of love that strikes once in a generation,” Sophia continued, watching Jess through narrowed eyes over the rim of her glass. “And in our family, that’s longer than it sounds. Had you heard our family is a little unusual, Jessica?”

  Appetizers covered a small, round table between them. Jess reached forward and selected a cheese straw. “I’d heard.”

  “You told her, Lilah?” Sophia sounded mildly disappointed, like a teacher with a nine-year-old who hadn’t done her homework.

  Lilah seized her own cheese straw and looked down at it. “She was living with me when I—when I found out.”
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  “You freaked out and told her,” Sophia said.

  “For what it’s worth, she didn’t believe me,” Lilah said.

  Sophia turned to Jess. “But you do now, don’t you?” She sipped her Champagne. “I wonder why that is?”

  Would Derry get in trouble for letting her see him? Jess fidgeted in her seat, consuming her cheese straw, then reached for two more.

  All the lovemaking had given her one hell of an appetite; she glanced around for the rest of the meal, relieved to see the waiter laying out dishes on a buffet table behind them. “As you so thoughtfully pointed out,” she told Sophia, “this lunch is to celebrate Lilah, which means we should be trying to make her happy. I don’t think interrogating her sister is going to make her happy, do you? Can’t you find something else to talk about?”

  “Oh look,” Lilah said brightly. “The food is ready. Let’s eat.” She shot to her feet and gestured for them to follow.

  Sophia’s nose twitched. “They’ve just put out the mahimahi with a manchego crust and grilled sirloin. Oh, and butternut squash muffins with extra nutmeg.” The first real smile of the day spread across her face.

  “Did my mother tell you about the menu?” Lilah asked.

  “No, I can smell it.” Sophia’s rubbed her stomach. “I’m famished. This time of year, I’m always starving. There’s never enough food to satisfy me.”

  “This time of year? Why—” Lilah began. “Oh. Right.”

  Jess made a mental note to ask her later what that was about.

  Lilah handed her a plate and motioned for her to go ahead of her. “Mom must’ve told them you love fish.”

  “I’m rather partial to freshwater fish myself,” Sophia said, loading up her plate with muffins, mashed sweet potatoes, half a cow, grilled green beans, and two large pieces of the mahimahi. “But I’ll eat other things when I’m desperate.”

  Since both Sophia and Jess were apparently hungry, the awkward conversation halted while they sat at a dining table and inhaled the delicious array of gourmet delights. Lilah only picked at hers, admitting she was too nervous to eat.

  “Just wait until your honeymoon,” Sophia said. “Gavin’s taking you to Paris, right? I could spend months there, just eating day and night. What’s your favorite café?”

  “I don’t have one. I’ve never been there before,” Lilah said, smiling as she twisted the rock on her finger.

  Sophia gaped at her. “What? But… that’s impossible. How could you live this long without ever visiting Paris? Although I suppose you’re a bit younger than me. I can’t imagine how I’d survive without ever eating in Paris.” She put her hand over Lilah’s, her face twisted in genuine grief. “I’m so sorry for you.”

  Lilah laughed. “It’s all right. I’ll be there in a few days.” She turned to Jess. “We’ll have to plan a time for you to get over there.”

  “You’ve never been either?” Sophia’s expression was a vision in horror.

  “It’s really expensive to fly to Europe,” Jess said. “Some of us weren’t born rich.”

  “Is that why you’re sleeping with Derry?” Sophia looked down her long nose at her, lip slightly curled. “I suppose I shouldn’t blame you. I’ve slept with worse for far less.” She fell into a meditative silence, chewing the last of her sirloin. Then she looked down, saw her plate was empty, and got up with it, heading to the buffet for another mountain of food.

  Jess stared at her back and wished that looks really could kill.

  “She’s actually nice,” Lilah whispered.

  “I’ve got good ears too,” Sophia said, chomping on a muffin as she poured gravy over the second half of the cow.

  Lilah flushed, shrugging. “We’ll talk later.”

  While Sophia dug in to her second and then third plate of food, Lilah and Jess talked about the dress, the flowers at the rehearsal dinner, the flowers at the ceremony, the band and the musicians, the guest list, what their mother was going to wear, how beautiful the lake was out the window. This continued through dessert, a selection of assorted chocolates and gelato that had been flown in from Belgium and Italy, respectively, just that morning. It was when they were sipping their coffee that Sophia yawned loud enough to startle the waiter, who rushed over and asked if there was anything he could do for Ms. Sophia.

  “I’m about to pass out, Ewan,” she said, yawning again. “You know how it is.”

  “Abe and Don will help you get back to your cabin,” Ewan said, snapping his fingers at out-of-sight minions behind him.

  “Forgive me, Lilah, it was lovely.” Sophia’s eyelids fluttered. She barely offered Jess a glance. “But I’m falling into one hell of a food coma. Don’t worry, I just need a little nap to recover.”

  Two large, handsome men approached the table with their arms outstretched. Sophia fell into them with a grin, waved to Lilah and Jess, and staggered away from the table.

  “She must’ve had way more to drink than I thought,” Jess said under her breath.

  But she’d forgotten about Sophia’s acute senses. Twisting around to shoot her a glance over her shoulder, Sophia asked, “Derry hasn’t told you much, has he?”

  Pushed to her limit, Jess jumped to her feet. “What’s your problem? What do you—”

  “Stop. Please.” Lilah pulled her back down into her seat. “Let her go. She’s upset, that’s all. She just needs a little time.”

  “She must spend a lot of time being upset if this is how she feels whenever her brother has sex with somebody, because—”

  “Sophia doesn’t feel this way whenever her brother has sex with somebody,” Lilah said. “Only with you.”

  “Because I’m your sister?”

  “No, I don’t think so,” Lilah said. “I’m just guessing, but I think she sees what I see.”

  Involuntarily, Jess put her hand on her neck, where the scarf had fallen down, probably exposing the constellation of hickeys. “I tried to cover it all.”

  “Metaphorically speaking. I know you”—Lilah scooped up a large spoonful of cherry gelato—“and she knows Derry. Which is why we’re both worried.”

  “We’re fine.”

  “Well,” Lilah said. “Derry is fine. It’s you everyone’s worried about.”

  “Don’t worry about me. You’re getting married the day after tomorrow. You need to focus on your own issues.”

  “I don’t have any other issues but you,” Lilah said with a smile. “That’s why I’m so happy.”

  This time, Jess expressed her annoyance. She didn’t want to be anyone’s project. “Congratulations.”

  “I can see the appeal,” Lilah continued, “given his size and his charm, his skills in bed—don’t look like that, I’m talking about his reputation, not firsthand experience—I can understand why you made him your first. But Jess, in all the months I’ve known him, I’ve never, ever seen him see a woman as more than a quick roll in the hay. Not once. He doesn’t mean to be shallow, but—”

  Jess’s voice was like steel. “He’s not shallow.” She remembered the agony she’d felt coming off him in the forest. Derry had more depth than Gavin’s pinkie finger.

  No, don’t think about pinkie fingers.

  “I’m sure he has his moments—” Lilah began.

  Jess stood up. “I’m really happy for you, I really am, but I can’t talk about this with you.” She gave Lilah a big hug over the coffee and leaned back, offering the nicest smile she could, even though she’d just told her to fuck off.

  “You might want to keep it a secret,” Lilah said. “Whatever it is you’re doing with him. Sophia is a cakewalk compared to his brothers. Seriously, Jess. You really, really don’t want Asher to find out. Take it from me. Personal experience.”

  “He won’t find out. We’ll cool it from now on,” Jess said. “We haven’t totally lost our minds.”

  “Have you lost your fucking mind?” Sophia roared, barging into Derry’s cabin, interrupting him as he was buttoning up after lunch. A dreary affair it had bee
n, sitting with Gavin and a bunch of investors in methane crystal technology and alternative energy sources. He’d stuffed himself silly on the smoked reindeer that had been flown in, then come back to his cabin for a nap that ended with a hard-on, a shower and a quick yank, and now, apparently, a lecture.

  “If I have, I’m sure you’ll find it. Perhaps it’s with your manners?”

  “You’re screwing Lilah’s sister? The mousy little brain?”

  “Don’t talk about her like that.”

  Hysterical, mocking laughter poured out of his twin’s mouth like ribbons of cruelty. “You’re hopeless.”

  Jess must not have heeded his warnings about perfumes and covering her scent. Then again, the way he’d ravaged her against the changing room wall an hour ago, how could she—

  Damn it.

  He was hard.

  Again.

  “Derry, you might as well bathe in her quim juices.”

  He started at the old-fashioned word. Asher used it from time to time when he was at the Novo Club, on those rare occasions he allowed himself a third whisky. Such an antiquated term for a woman. A sense of dread filled him.

  “You’re beyond obvious. Asher is going to kill you,” Sophia said with a sneer.

  And there it was.

  “Asher doesn’t need to know. He has the worst sense of smell of all of us.”

  “Listen to yourself!” Accustomed to having her rants accommodated by three other brothers who found their little sister “cute,” Sophia had never quite dropped her belief that Derry, too, would humor her someday. “You aren’t even trying to deny it.”

  “With you? Of course not.”

  “And when you’re done with her? You’ll ruin the family. Gavin will hate you forever. Lilah is a marshmallow who has a steel backbone when it comes to The Brain.”

  “The what?”

  She waved a dismissive hand. “Her. Jess. Your magic pussy.”

  Derry clutched his sister’s wrist in his hand, unaware he’d crossed the room, his nose inches from hers, temper at the ready.