Angel and Slate

by Carina Wilder

  “That doesn’t count. I was staving off hypothermia.”

  “Oh, all right.” He pulled at his tie, yanking it off as quickly as he could, before ripping off his jacket, undoing his shirt and throwing both on the floor. A series of hard muscles greeted her eyes, bronze and powerful.

  “Mmmm,” Angel hummed as she watched. “You are one gorgeous shifter man.”

  “Thank you,” he said, stepping forward once again. But a hand came up, palm out.

  “Pants.”

  He unbuttoned them slowly, easing the fly down and peeling the front away. Inside, Angel could see his massive erection pinned against what looked like a frustratingly tight pair of boxers. The pants dropped to the floor and Slate stepped out of them.

  “I can do the rest,” said Angel. “Come here.”

  He approached, poised at the side of the bed, and she tucked her fingers into his waistband, sliding her two hands together so that she found his hard-on. So thick. So damned succulent.

  She lay down on her stomach, her face towards him, and pulled the cotton boxers away, her lips finding the massive head of his cock. For a second Slate considered protesting, but he was no fool. This beautiful woman wanted to eat him, and eat him she would—at least for a little.

  Hanging over the edge of the mattress, she took him in both hands while he shoved the shorts down. She kissed the tip once, twice, licking her lips to gather the moisture she’d stolen, and took him between them again, slipping her hands along his length, fingertips teasing his tight balls.

  How could any man be so huge? How on earth was this going to fit inside her without splitting her in half? But the threat of it wasn’t at all frightening; she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her body. She wanted to feel alive, to feel ravaged. If there was to be pain, it would be the very best sort.

  His hands went to the back of her head, tangling in her hair and gently coaxing her motions as his hips rocked forward in offering. His eyes were locked on her gorgeous, round ass, her narrowing waist, the muscles of her back as she pulled forward, taking him between those perfect lips of hers.

  “I can’t let you do this for long,” he said. “If I do I’ll come so hard that you’ll fly back and hit the wall.”

  Angel’s lips curved upwards, and he felt the smile, his own forming in response. She pulled back, letting him go. “Okay then, get on the bed,” she commanded.

  He pushed her backwards with mock force, ensuring that her back was flat against the mattress before he palmed each knee, taking control.

  “Your left leg is west and your right one is east, and I think I’m going to have to take a holiday down south,” he said, splitting her thighs apart and thrusting his face deep between them.

  An inch from her pussy lips he inhaled deep and long. That aroma—he knew it so well by now, and yet this was as close as he’d ever come to getting his mouth on her.

  Angel propped herself up on her elbows, watching him, a hand slipping over her left breast. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, playing the unwitting victim.

  “Me? Oh, first I’m going to lick your pussy. And then, if you’ll have me, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you bite through your lower lip.”

  “Is it going to hurt?”

  “Well, let’s see.” He stroked his tongue across her bud. “Does that hurt?”

  She shook her head. “Actually, it feels pretty good.”

  With his fingers he pried apart her opening, slipping his tongue inside before sliding it over her clit again. “Does that hurt?”

  “No. Do it again.”

  And again, inside, then up.

  “Again.”

  But he didn’t entirely obey; instead, he took her between his lips, sucking gently as her hips rolled upwards, her body thrusting itself towards his face in approval.

  “Oh…God…”

  This time she felt his smile, his lips turning up around her clit as his tongue massaged her, flicking, laving as she writhed beneath his touch.

  “Don’t stop,” she said. She’d heard the legends of shifters in bed—how amazing they were. How they understood women’s bodies like no purely human man could. But there was no way to have known this sensation—this miracle—could actually occur. She’d lived with this body her whole life, and yet hadn’t known that it was capable of feeling this good.

  She held off as long as she could, savouring his touch, his devotion to optimizing her intense, deeply erotic pleasure. Knowing that he would lick her like this for hours or days on end, his generosity boundless, as was his arousal.

  And hers. Well, almost.

  “Slate.” The name came out slowly. “Slate—I’m going to come.”

  With the words, he thrust three fingers into her channel, deep, prying her apart as his tongue worked its final spell on her. Her body grabbed hold of his when the orgasm came crashing down on her, and she slammed her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from crying out. Oh, oh, oh. It was too good. Too raw. She was going to lose her mind in the best possibly way.

  Just as her ecstasy began to subside with a slow, sweet melt, he slid over her. A smile on his face, his lips glistening with her wetness. The head of his cock played with her entrance and wordlessly she nodded. Yes. Yes, now. Please.

  The sensation was like being torn in two; how her body could find a way to make room for him, she didn’t know. But somehow it did, and the feeling of being forced to open so wide was bliss. Her eyes shut and his lips were on her nipples, her neck, her shoulders, his hands on either side of her head, pressing into the mattress as he moved rhythmically in and out, so deep, in and out.

  “You feel so good, Angel. My Angel,” he said, the words filled with meaning.

  She opened her eyes and looked up at him—that face, full of affection, so warm, so open to her. The bear, dormant for so long, was taking possession. Claiming her for his own.

  And she knew that she would be his for as long as he wanted.

  “My grizzly,” she said, her fingers trailing along his chest. He thrust hard and she stifled a cry, grabbing his muscular upper arms and squeezing until he drew himself out again. “Roll over, sexy bear.”

  He raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I’m a grizzly,” he growled. “Not a dog.”

  “Yes, you are. So get on your back. Please, my gorgeous grizzly.”

  He grabbed her hips, ramming himself into her, and flipped them both over, he on his back, she on top. “You like riding, do you?”

  “I want to claim you just like you claimed me.” She looked down into his face, her long hair framing her features. Pulling herself up, then gently coming down. Up, then down again. From the look on his face she knew that he was enjoying himself immensely.

  “Fuck, that feels so good,” he said, biting his lip.

  “I thought I was the one who was supposed to chew through my lower lip,” she laughed.

  His hands reached up, cupping her breasts, thumbs slipping over her tight nipples. “What can I say? You make me want to bite everything.”

  Angel accelerated her pace, her thighs working hard as she milked him with her tight channel, rising and falling, taking him deep inside her. He grasped her hands and they squeezed one another, their eyes loving, filled with desire for this moment to continue forever.

  When his eyes squeezed shut she came down hard on him, bearing down on his cock with all her force. And she felt it then; the violent pulses of a cock that needed a release, a torrent of heat filling her as their bodies became one. Angel threw her head back, savouring each twitch, each second that he came inside her, her hands taking his thigh muscles between grasping fingers.

  Slate leaned up, his stomach muscles pulling him towards her, and grabbed her by the waist, burying his face in her chest as she flung her arms around him and squeezed.

  “I think I’ve found my dream home,” he said. “And I’m in it.”

  “So am I.”

  Epilogue

  “I’m so glad to hear it,” sai
d Miri, giving Angel a tight squeeze. The two women stood in the foyer of the apartment building downtown. “I suspected that you might come around.”

  “Come around? So you knew…”

  “That you thought you weren’t serious about a relationship? Hell, yeah,” the matchmaker laughed. “I’m no dummy.”

  “So why did you take me on?”

  “Because I knew there was hope for you—in fact, I suspected that a shifter was your only hope. Some women need a kick in the ass, and this was yours.”

  “You got that right.”

  “Well, I’m glad it worked out. But I’m about to meet with a couple more clients—oh, there’s the first one now.”

  Through the glass inset in the door, Angel could see him: a tall, broad-shouldered, fiercely handsome creature, walking their way from across the street.

  “Who’s that?” she asked. Jesus, these shifters.

  “That’s Lucas,” Miri replied quietly. “He’s the Lion Pride’s Sovereign. And he’s a handful.”

  “Well, my hat’s off to whatever woman gets her hands on him,” said Angel. “I’m sticking with my grizzly.”

  “As you should.”

  The two shared another brief hug before the door opened and Lucas walked in, smiling at Angel as his eyes moved up and down her body.

  “All right, Luke,” said Miri, dragging him towards her door. “First lesson: if you’re going to date someone, you’re going to have to stop ogling women, especially ones in committed relationships.”

  “Is that how it works?” he asked, his tone teasing.

  “You know exactly how it works. Now get your act together, Lion King, or I won’t be able to find anyone who’ll touch you with a ten-foot pole.”

  Lucas grinned. “Not quite ten feet,” he said. “Though it’s close.”

  “You’re hopeless.”

  “Oh, there’s hope. If I meet the woman who steals my heart, I’ll give it—and the pole—to her forever.”

  “Then here’s hoping we find her.”

  * * *

  The second man with whom Miri met was Aitch, Quinn’s brother. Miri had recently met the older of the two siblings, a billionaire who was currently somewhere far from Grayson City.

  Aitch was, in many ways, the opposite of Lucas, though just as handsome. But whereas the Lion Sovereign was a hedonist who loved sleeping around, this wolf was all business. Responsible, serious and powerful.

  Well, almost all business.

  “What are you looking for in a woman?” Miri asked him.

  “Everything,” Aitch replied.

  “A tall order, that. And what do you have to offer?”

  “Everything back, of course, and then some. The best sex of her life, potentially for life.”

  “Every woman’s dream.”

  Aitch laughed. “I’ll also do the dishes, if she’s good to me.”

  “Okay,” said Miri. “Now you’re just about perfect.”

  “What? I’m not there yet? You should taste my cooking.”

  Miri pretended to jot some notes down on a pad of paper. “I’m afraid that the man who’s up against you is going to have a hard time of it,” she said. “You’re looking awfully good.”

  “Any man who goes up against me, we’ve discovered, gets taken down with ease.”

  “Oooh. Tell me more about that.”

  * * *

  When the two interviews were concluded, Miri went through her database of female clients.

  This was going to be a challenge—and she didn’t envy the woman who would have to make the choice.

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