Temptation Rising tss-1

by A. C. Arthur

  “Rome said he’d handle it,” X answered.

  Nick looked skeptical. “Maybe we should head over there, make sure things are cool anyway.”

  “Yeah,” X agreed.

  “I know she saw that shifter. And she saw me,” Ezra continued.

  “You weren’t shifted,” Nick interjected.

  “But I was close.”

  X was grim. The guard was probably right. Kalina had seen a shifter tonight.

  What that meant for tomorrow, none of them was quite sure.

  * * *

  He watched her sleep. She lay on her back, her feet bare, her shirt lifted so that inches of her creamy skin were revealed.

  For endless moments Rome just stared at her, wondering who she was, inside. He knew her name, her address; her personality said she was a fighter. She was beautiful and sexy and alluring.

  And she was in his bed.

  Because a shifter was hunting her.

  At this moment none of that seemed to matter. All he could focus on was the sight of her. She was in his space, a place no woman had ever been before. Everything in his mind rebelled against that thought, but his body, inch by inch, had warmed. From the moment he lifted her off the backseat of his car and carried her into the house, up the stairs to his room, his need for her had grown. Until now, standing here, it was all he could do to keep from stripping her, stripping himself, and taking what he so desperately desired.

  She moaned, her brow furrowing as her head turned from side to side. He wondered what she dreamed, what thoughts went through her mind. Could she feel him? Did she want him?

  He’d been wanted by a woman before, desired, lusted after. Somehow those feelings didn’t amount to what he craved from this woman.

  An arm lifted as she inhaled deeply. Rome watched as her chest rose with the effort, full breasts rising then falling gently as she exhaled. His mouth watered. Long fingers with neutral-colored nails went to the part of her stomach that was revealed to him and moved in slow circles near her navel.

  His body tightened. The cat inside paced, hunger thumping wildly through them.

  Her hand moved upward, pushing the T-shirt as it traveled. More of her lovely skin was revealed, a light moving in his line of vision. Up and up until a silky black bra came into view. She cupped her breast with one hand; the other arm had lifted and fallen so that it arched over her head. Through the slits of butter-toned fingers the black material of her bra showed in great contrast as she molded, squeezed, released her covered breast.

  Rome’s gut clenched, his dick harder than he’d ever felt it before, straining against the confines of his slacks.

  Reluctantly he tore his gaze from her breasts to see if she was awake, if she was aware of how she was enticing him. But her eyes were still closed, her pert lips just barely parted to accommodate the quickening of her breath.

  The arm that was above her head came down, that hand moving between legs that spread slowly. She cupped her juncture, fingers moving raptly over the material that covered her. With efficiency she undid the button and zipper, pushing her hand quickly inside. Her head thrashed from side to side as her breathing grew more labored.

  Watching her aroused Rome, pushing his cat into a feral heat that scraped along his skin. They both wanted her, needed her on a level that was foreign, but still relevant. He undid the buckle of his belt, slipped the clasp of his slacks free, and pushed the zipper down. His dick throbbed, his own breathing increasing.

  The scent of her lust permeated the air as he inhaled deeply, taking in every nuance that was her. Her moans grew louder as her fingers worked between her legs, the other hand pushing the cup of the bra aside and toying with a turgid nipple.

  Rome gripped his shaft, stroking its length as he continued to watch her, pumping into his own hand as she was thrusting her fingers into herself. He wanted to see her, wanted her completely naked as he watched her pleasure herself. Then he wanted to get inside her, to plunge his length into the sweet depths of her core.

  With those thoughts floating through his mind and with his hunger growing to the point of no return, he looked back to her face and groaned as he saw she was now watching him.

  Hazel eyes flecked with golden highlights stared back at him. Their gazes locked, silent communication humming between them. Rome tore his shirt off, pushed his slacks and boxers down his legs, stepped out of his shoes, and stood before her naked. With a hand returning to his thick length he touched a finger to the weeping tip then extended his arm, tapping the damp fingertip to her lip. She moaned, her tongue quickly coming out to stroke the pad of his finger, to lick away his essence.

  Rising up from the pillows, Kalina pulled her shirt over her head then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. When she looked up at him again it was with a hunger he’d always sensed in her. She looked different, her eyes glistening with need, her lips wet and parted as she panted with desire.

  When she reached for him, he stepped closer to the bed. Her head lowered, nimble fingers wrapping around the base of his dick, applying the slightest amount of pressure. He thrust forward lightly and her tongue extended, licked the tiny bead of arousal at the tip of him. With small enticing circular motions, her tongue bathed the head.

  His hands went to the sides of her face, thumbs rubbing along the smoothness of her skin.

  “Take me deep,” he whispered through clenched teeth, his entire body tensing with expectation.

  This was what he craved, what he desired from her so desperately. Her touch, her mouth on him, her closeness, her need. The room grew hotter as her mouth opened wider, sliding slowly down the length of his dick.

  “Fuck yes!” he roared, his head falling back as she sucked harder, pulled back so that only the tip rested against her tongue, then sank down again for another taste. “Suck me hard, baby. Suck me long and hard.”

  She obliged, with her fingers slipping back to massage his sack, her mouth working slowly, tortuously over his length. He gripped her head as he began slow movements, fucking her mouth slowly, deliciously.

  “I’ve dreamed of this, of your mouth on my dick. Fuck, it feels so good. So damn good.”

  A little groan escaped her and Rome’s cat roared. It craved, desired, needed, just as much as Rome did.

  He looked down, saw her lips wrapped around the darker skin of his arousal, and almost came right in her mouth. Entrancing eyes looked up at him even as her tongue continued to stroke him.

  “You like to arouse me. You want me hard and panting for you, don’t you?”

  She didn’t answer but pulled him into the deep recesses of her mouth again, until his teeth clenched, his balls burned.

  He rotated his hips, moved in correlation with the up–down motion of her mouth, his fingers gripping the short locks of her hair.

  “Show me how hungry you are, baby. Suck me like you want me. Like you’ve always wanted me and nobody else.”

  She moaned over his length, her teeth scraping over the engorged crest. He watched her lips, watched her tongue, and felt himself sinking.

  “More, more. Take all of me. Suck all of me.”

  Her lips were wet, her breathing ragged as she took all his length in and out of her mouth, letting his tip rest at the base of her throat, her fingers rolling his tightened balls with erotic bliss.

  “Harder. Deeper,” he yelled, feeling the heated streams of his release bursting to the surface. “No going back,” he said tightly. “No pulling out. Take me. Take … all … of … me.”

  There was a second’s hesitation and he touched a finger right next to her lips. “All of me, baby. Just for you,” he whispered as she looked up at him, something in her eyes relaying her uncertainty. “Trust me,” he said.

  He didn’t know why he’d offered her his trust; he’d never done it before with any other woman. But she wasn’t any other woman. She wasn’t any other fuck he’d had in his life. This was why he had to protect her, would give his life to keep her safe. This was what she meant
to him. Even though he couldn’t find a word to describe it, Rome sensed it with every fiber of his being.

  She deep-throated him again just as the first pulsating spurts were pulled from him. He watched her swallow without qualm, watched her take every drop of him while keeping her gaze locked with his.

  “My turn,” he growled seconds later, pushing her back onto the bed and stripping her pants and panties from her in one smooth motion.

  He wanted to taste her, needed to feel the slick folds of her vagina beneath his tongue. Pushing her legs open wide, he moved between them, using his fingers to spread her open, his tongue to delve quickly inside.

  A roar rumbled in his chest as the sweet honeyed flavor of her essence seeped into his mouth. He licked her long and slow, from the back to the front, loving the way her thighs trembled around him.

  “Sweet,” he whispered over her damp flesh. “So fucking sweet.”

  Kalina gripped the sheets beneath her, lifting her bottom, pressing her center toward him for deeper penetration. She licked her lips, still craving his taste, wanting more of him, more of this intense flavor.

  His tongue moved along her center, touching every nerve, every sweet spot she ever knew she had then finding some of its own. When his tongue speared into her core while a finger pressed against her tightened rear entrance, she screamed.

  A sound escaped she’d never known could come from her own lips, from deep within her soul. The pleasure was so intense she felt it in every limb of her body. He continued to thrust his tongue inside her, all the while his finger applying more pressure to her bottom. Her body shook and shivered, and she creamed into his mouth.

  For a moment she was embarrassed by the quick intensity of her release, but then she reveled in the new sensations rippling through her body.

  “I want you now!” he roared, rising above her, lifting her hips, and positioning her wetness against the head of his throbbing dick. Panic seared through her as she remembered his size, remembered the stretching of her lips over his girth.

  “Wait,” she whispered.

  He shook his head. “Now!”

  The tip was already pressing against her core, heat radiating from the contact.

  She wanted him, felt empowered by the desire in his dark eyes, the ragged arousal she could hear in his voice. But it had been a long time for her, longer than she cared to admit and her heart thumped loudly at the prospect.

  “I…,” she panted, trying to talk between his motions and her own rapid heartbeat. “It’s … ah … it’s been … I need—”

  “I need you,” he said, going still over her.

  The way he looked down at her, his dark eyes seemed to say much more than the three words he’d just muttered. He was asking her, begging for permission to proceed because he’d ceased all movement.

  She could attempt to deny that she needed him, too. As strange as all this seemed she could actually close her legs, get up, and walk out of here—and he would let her. That was the type of man he was. She sensed that about him.

  Or she could continue, she could let her body rule for once, let her mind and the thoughts she’d been harboring take control. She wanted him, desperately. The pulsating in her center and the dampness of her folds could attest to that. Her nipples ached from need and when she swallowed, the taste of him massaged something on the inside, pushed and made room for his presence on a level she hadn’t known existed.

  “It’s been a while for me,” she finally admitted.

  He leaned forward, whispered over her lips just before kissing her. “You’re beautiful.”

  The kiss was sweet, his tongue delving deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer, and let her tongue duel with his. It was slow and desperate, vicious need enfolding in this simple act.

  “I would never hurt you,” he said, pulling back, his forehead resting against hers. “Never. Trust me?”

  Kalina didn’t know why, but she did. With everything swarming around inside her, she did trust him. “I do.”

  With her words he pressed gently into her, his tip pushing deeper into her core. She hissed, took a deep breath.

  “Just relax. Take me as slow as you like.”

  She did as he told, relaxed her body into the firmness of the mattress, letting the feel of him inching inside her come slowly. He pushed a little, she accepted more. She shifted, opening her legs wider, lifting her bottom just a fraction.

  “Just like that,” he moaned, his warm breath whispering over the sensitive skin of her neck.

  He felt big, his muscled body heavy but pleasant on top of her. He stretched her, with slow easy strokes, and pushed his way inside her body. And her soul.

  There’d been something about him; she’d felt it from the day she’d met him in his office. The moment she’d walked out and let the office door close behind her she’d known it instinctively. They were connected, not by any criminal case or a fake job with his company. There was something more. There was this.

  Her arms tightened around him as she buried her face in his shoulder, let her lips and tongue roam over the sensual taste of his skin. That alone was intoxicating, the way he tasted to her. She licked him again, remembered the taste of his arousal in her mouth, along her tongue. It was distinctive, a flavor unlike anything she’d ever known. It caressed something inside her, called to an inner feeling she’d long denied.

  When he moved above her, pulling out slightly then sinking what felt like his entire length inside her, some foreign sound escaped her. He responded to that sound, or at least she believed he did, with a guttural groan and began to pump with intentional strokes.

  Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist. He reached behind them, locked her legs together at the ankles, then thrust deeper.

  She felt him everywhere, in her center, in her legs, her arms, her mind. All sound ceased but for his words, his moans and groans. There was no scent but the musky male that was dominating her. No thoughts but that this was where she was meant to be, in his arms, giving him this part of herself.

  It was just as Rome thought it would be, this all-consuming need for her. When her arms twined around his neck, pulling him closer, he felt her touch all over. Her tongue stroked over the heated skin of his shoulder and he trembled. Being inside her was bliss, a kind of sated pleasure he’d never imagined existed. They moved as one, her sugared walls clenching around his thick shaft. When she arched he thrust, when she sighed he moaned.

  On and on the cycle went until her teeth suddenly replaced the smooth warm touch of her tongue and she clamped down on his shoulder. Something feral unfurled in him and he roared, his own sharp teeth surfacing, and he nipped her shoulder.

  She locked her legs around his waist, using a strength he wasn’t aware she had to flip them over so that he was now on his back. Above him she rose, like a sleek animal about to devour its prey. Her hazel eyes flashed gold, her tongue stroking her bottom lip just before her head fell back and she began to ride.

  He lifted his hands to grip her hips, to guide her motions, but they were quickly smacked away. Rome lay back, let her have control, and watched in awe at the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

  Kalina’s body was golden, all sinewy lines and luscious curves. Her breasts were high, full, and he moaned when she lifted her hands to cup the gorgeous globes. As her hips undulated, her pussy clamping down with fervor over his dick, her fingers toyed with turgid nipples. It was Rome’s turn to grip the sheets and mutter undecipherable words as she took him to higher heights.

  “Take all you want, baby. Take it all,” he groaned and lifted his hips to meet her thrusts.

  Her movements picked up, becoming more frantic as her release soared through her. Beauty didn’t quite seem to describe what he was seeing. She screamed his name, made some sound deep in her throat and moved over him in quick strokes that ended with a ragged cry torn from the deepest depths of her. When she arched and began to fall forward Rome caught her, wrapping his arms aro
und her as she fought to collect her breath.

  “My sexy little temptress,” he whispered in her ear, his hands rubbing down her sweat-tracked back. “Sexy, hot little vixen.” His palms found her buttocks, cupped the tender globes, and his dick thickened inside her, his balls full and ready for his own release.

  When he figured she’d recouped, her thighs no longer shaking around his, Rome pulled out of her slowly. She whimpered as he shifted their bodies.

  “Oh no, don’t worry, baby. I’m not finished with you yet.”

  With a palm beneath her stomach he lifted her up onto her knees then came between her thighs, one hand planted on the small of her back, the other guiding his length into her pussy with one quick thrust.

  She arched back. “Roman!”

  The sound of his name on her lips stroked him with the slickness of hot oil and Rome pulled out until the tip of his arousal hovered at the mouth of her entrance. He pushed back inside, deep and thorough, making every effort to fill her completely.

  She gasped and he repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, and her thighs were once again shaking. He was beginning to like that reaction in her.

  With both hands he smacked her ass as he continued to pound into her with all the desire he’d held since first seeing her. He’d dreamed of this, of being inside her this way.

  He’d dreamed of other things with her, too, other, darker acts he wasn’t sure she could withstand but hungered for just the same.

  Staring down at the blush on her backside from his hand, he spotted another source of temptation. Her rear entrance was tight and virginal, he knew instinctively, and he felt desire raging through him once again. He would claim her there, take her and mark her for all time. It wasn’t a question of if she allowed him, it was more like when.

  Bringing a finger to his lips as he continued to work his length inside her, Rome licked the tip. Then he touched it to the tight ring, pressing slowly inside as his dick worked her to a delicious frenzy.

  She was screaming his name now, a litany of praise that pushed him farther, stroked his cat until it wanted to roar its pleasure as well. In this position the cat was wilder, panting, eager for complete control. Rome slipped another finger into her tight backside, using his thumb to spread the dripping essence from her pussy to ease its entrance. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched her while his dick continued to move sinuously inside her tight walls.