by Ann Denton
She rushed to obey this gentle command while I pulled the tablecloth I’d put on part of the meeting table—including all the serving dishes on it—over to the far end of the table next to the rest of the meal items and the portable stove. That left the entire left-hand side of the table empty and ready for us. We were gonna need it. If my cock had his way, I’d jackhammer Aubry across the entire fucking room.
She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, eyeing me seductively. "You know, I had a fantasy about you doing this very thing back at the cabin."
My dick twitched and my eyebrows peaked with interest. She’d been fantasizing about me? God, yes! That was like a fucking touchdown and a churro mixed together. Fucking epic. "Oh yeah?"
She nodded, climbing onto the table as I took a seat and patted the shiny wood in front of me.
"And what happened in this fantasy of yours?" I asked.
She leaned back, taking off her pants and sliding silky panties down her endless legs. Her wings flared out behind her and she looked better than any centerfold I’d ever jerked off to. Especially when she sat back up in front of me, knees together, tiny feet resting on the chair between my legs. Her nipples were hard and pointed up, just begging for me to lick them. But I watched her eyes and didn’t let my hands do anything more than trail over her hips. I wanted to hear all her dirty thoughts first.
Aubry lowered her eyes and said, "You were cooking that Italian dinner and I imagined you doing it while wearing nothing but an apron."
I chuckled darkly. "Oh, so you want me to be the feminine one? Not gonna happen, Princess."
She grinned and shook her head. "No, I just wanted to imagine you naked, I think. You were so… I dunno. Hot in that moment. In your element."
My bear liked hearing that—our mate calling us hot. I squeezed her hips. Time to reward her for sharing.
I moved my hands down her legs until I gently cupped her knees and spread them apart. Her skin was so soft.
"What else happened?" I asked as my gaze dropped from her beautiful face down to my pussy. I could hardly breathe. Heat flooded my body—even my lungs—making me feel like I was sitting in a sauna.
"You told me to climb up on the table, just like this," she muttered quietly.
Fuck yes. This was her fantasy? Come to life? My dick and heart were in a race and I wasn’t sure who was pulling ahead. All I knew was that I’d never heard anything better in my entire life.
My grip moved from her knees to her thighs. My fingers dug in hard, knowing she liked a little pain with her pleasure, as I forced her thighs to open further.
"Then what, baby?"
Her breathing grew shallow as I lazily drew a pattern with my finger over her inner thigh. I could already smell her arousal, and I hadn’t touched her yet.
"You told me you wanted to devour me," she panted.
I growled. I did want to devour her. I stared down at those pink pussy lips, which hid a little bit of heaven on earth. I reached my pinkie forward and gently teased her as I asked, "And did I get to? Devour you?"
She bit her lip and shook her head. "The fantasy ended there."
"Well, let's pick up where you left off, shall we?"
I leaned in and put my mouth on her lower lips, kissing them and sucking them, tongue lapping and swirling with the precision of a seasoned pro. She tasted so good.
"You've eaten a lot of dessert in your life, huh?" she panted.
I pulled back and chuckled. "All that matters is that this is the last dessert I'm ever going to taste. And you are so sweet, sugar, I could eat this pussy for hours."
To emphasize my point, I licked her slowly, gliding through her folds and circling my mate’s sweet little clit as I hummed in delicious approval. She started to shudder beneath me. My hands slid up her thighs, over her hips, up her stomach, and onto her breasts. God, her body was hot. I rolled her nipples as I continued to eat her out.
She started to shake, and I glanced up as I sucked her in hard. That brought her close to the edge. Her head tilted back and her eyes started to roll. Pride filled me. But at the same time, I remained aware that I needed to maintain control—because she liked it that way.
I dropped her clit. "Eyes on me, sweetheart."
Her lashes fluttered open and she gazed down at me, our eyes locking intensely as I returned to stroking her over and over with the flat of my tongue. The longer we stared, the more aroused I became. Her pupils became this vortex of desire that sucked me in deeper. Just like her cunt would.
She started to moan, her breaths increasing in tempo and her hips slowly rocked up to meet my face.
I paused and murmured against her sex, "That's right, baby, watch me while I make you come."
She fought her submissive tendency to look away in order to give me what I wanted. And it was so amazing to watch her eyes as she became more and more vulnerable to me.
I watched her closely as the pressure built, loving every time she squirmed, every fucking moan as her pleasure and pressure built. Her muscles tensed and I tweaked her nipples hard, setting her off like a bomb, her orgasm shaking the table as she bucked.
It was just like one of those scenes in classical paintings where a demon sucked the virgin's soul out through her clit. God, I wanted her soul. Every piece of her. She was magnificent when she came, wild and thrashing—my Spitfire. I sucked on her clit gently and tried to draw the sensation out as long as I could. Eventually, she collapsed backward onto her elbows.
That was when I stripped my clothes and Aubry’s eyes traveled over me hungrily.
I took a deep breath to calm myself but that didn’t work at all. Because the scent of her arousal was so inebriating. "Fuck, you smell so good. Addicting." I brought my fingers to her sweet pussy then rubbed her cream all over my hardened shaft.
"How do you want me?" she asked, voice soft.
I just shook my head and kept stroking. Watching her get off had pushed me too far. "I need to relieve some of this pressure," I groaned. "After I get off once, I'll be good to fuck the hell out of you."
"Let me help you," she begged.
I loved how she tilted her face to look up at me and asked from her knees. It made the alpha bear inside me roar. I nodded.
She slid from the table and slowly dropped to her knees, looking up at me like I was the master of her entire existence. I had never felt more fucking powerful or more turned on. Holy shit. I needed her mouth on my cock.
"Please," she begged, "Let me suck you til you come."
Damn it, she was gonna make me explode all over her face. I exhaled sharply and fisted her icy white hair in both hands before sliding my dick between her lips. I groaned as she swallowed me up, the thick mushroomed tip of my shaft pushing desperately into the back of her throat.
So warm. So wet. So good.
She pulled off to look back up at me. "Fuck my face as hard as you want."
"Oh, shit, Aubry." A growl rolled up my throat and I yanked her head closer, I pumped, trying to stay shallow, but as mindless pleasure started to take over, I pressed harder and harder. When I heard her gag, I pulled back. She slid her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. And that was all it took. Seconds later I shot hot cum into the back of her mouth.
I stared down, watching her try to swallow it all like a good little mate. But part of me loved that she couldn’t. I loved that it was seeping out of the corners of her mouth.
When I pulled out, I was still hard as a fucking rock.
"Oh my god, you're so fucking hot," I told her, brushing her mouth clean with my thumb and feeding the drips back to her. Then I lifted her up and impaled her where I stood.
"Unnnnhhh," she moaned. "It hurts so fucking good."
She rolled her hips, riding me with shallow strokes as I walked her backward until her back pressed into the feathery blinds of the window. I reached out and yanked the rope, lifting the blinds so that the evening streetlights filtered in with a pinkish purple glow.
"Easton, we're supposed to
be hiding, remember?"
I grinned and pulled out of her before spinning her around and pressing her breasts up to the glass.
"It's dark out," I murmured as I kissed up her spine between her gorgeous wings. "And the windows are tinted." I moved her hair and kissed up her neck. "And I kinda like the idea of some random stranger watching as I fuck you raw."
She whimpered, and I could feel her body react to my words, shuddering in anticipation. My fingers gently grazed the edges of her silken wings and she started to buck.
I paused. "You like this?"
She pressed her palms into the window for support. "Yes," she whispered.
Well, that was gonna be a fun thing to play with in the future. But I was done playing. I needed to be inside my mate. I needed to fuck her, to connect with her, to make love to her—all of it, all at once. I bent my knees and entered her from behind, thrusting deep as I continued to caress her gossamer wings with one hand.
So. Good.
"East," she panted, my name nearly coming out as a whine. "I'm gonna come soon."
"Good," I praised in a gravelly whisper. "Come for me. Give that stranger a show."
She peeked open an eye and caught sight of a man walking his dog across the narrow street. He'd completely stopped and just stood there, mouth gaping and crotch bulging, as he stared at Aubry’s tits as I rammed into her. I could tell he was a shifter because of the gold tint to his eyes. No human would have spotted us. The sight of some random stranger’s arousal, the excitement of our exhibitionism, and the undeniable pleasure of my cock in my mate’s cunt... it was all too much for her.
She came, the show for a stranger exciting her just as much as it did me. The feel of her pussy clenching nearly did me in. I groaned as I pulled back. Then I jerked Aubry away from the window and lowered the blinds.
I turned her so we were facing again. Then I pushed back in, filling her to the brim. I loved how stretched that little pussy looked around my cock.
"One more time, baby," I coaxed as I lowered us into a leather executive chair. I gripped the armrests tightly and I tipped my head back to look up at her. "Come for your Papa Bear one more time. Fuck me so hard you can't sit for a week."
At my command, her hips started to move. They rocked back and forth, harder and harder, as she lifted herself up and dropped back down, impaling herself on my dick. I loved every fucking second of it. Her parted lips and ecstatic expression. Her bouncing breasts. The soft slide of her most delicate parts against mine. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she struggled to take me all the way. I could tell when she swiveled her hips that the head of my dick was rubbing tantalizingly against her G-spot.
My vision narrowed as she fucked me. Sensation started to eclipse my other senses until the only thing I could see was the nipple right in front of my face. I leaned forward and sucked it into my mouth.
Her pants became desperate once more and my whole body tensed in preparation for orgasmic bliss. But I wasn’t going without her. I reached down and rolled my thumb around her clit, pushing her over the edge like a derailed steam engine.
I erupted when I felt her clamp down on my cock. I grabbed her hips and pumped up hard, tapping that cervix as I spilled my seed.
We clung to each other for a little while after, simply smiling and chasing our breath, gently grazing our fingers across one another’s glistening skin.
Once we recovered a bit, Aubry leaned onto my chest and said wryly. "Yeah, I'll definitely have to fly or hover for the rest of the week because it’s gonna hurt like a bitch to walk."
I liked that. I liked it a lot. So much that I started to swell again.
"Cocky bastard with your utility-sized pole." She laughed against my chest.
"That’s right, my pole’s electric. It just lit you up."
She sat back and laughed, sunshine and relaxation pouring off her. "God, I feel like some terrible Electric Slide pun is coming—"
"That could be our song," I teased.
"No. Never. That would be torture."
I grinned and kissed her nose. She fluttered her wings and rose into the air, but my hands found her hips and I pulled her back down again. I wanted a post-sex snuggle.
"Don't tell me you're ready for another round again?" Aubry asked, incredulous.
I chuckled and stood, setting my mate down on her feet. "Baby, I could go like this for hours. But we should probably get dressed and finish eating. Drake could only guarantee me an hour of uninterrupted time with you, and I have a feeling someone is going to come knocking sooner rather than later. We’ll table the song discussion ‘til our next date."
Her lips pursed as I went around gathering our clothes. We both dressed quickly, though the sight of her half-dressed nearly made me lunge for her and bend her over the table so I could fuck her caveman style.
When we were both dressed once more, I pulled her into a tender embrace, my big arms wrapping around her tiny body as the warmth of her scent swirled around me. I took a moment to close my eyes and inhale deep, flooding my system with the heady citrusy smell of Aubry and sex—a potent combination.
Then I showed her how to shrink her earrings and put them on. We’d hardly gotten to that when the lock on the door clicked open and a gentle breeze rushed in.
Fuck Drake. I told him to stay the fuck away. I started to growl.
But then our guest spoke. "Hey, Butterfly."
Her eyes burst open and she scrambled out of my arms.
My chest ached at that, it stung like rejection or pixie magic, until I saw her tears as she clutched Bodie.
My mate had been scared she’d lost him. Just like she’d been scared she’d lost me in Union Station.
"Bodie!" she whisper-shouted.
Aubry’s other mate held her close. "I’m back," he soothed her. But figures showed up in the hall behind him. He wasn’t the only one who had arrived…
10
Aubry
My cousin, Kira, stepped out from behind Bodie, pale golden wings flickering in greeting when she saw me—and she smirked to see me hug a shifter. Behind her was another huge guy, covered in tattoos—back up had arrived—and with it, I hoped, some damn ideas to help us kick mage ass once and for all.
I let go of Bodie reluctantly as he said, "Found these shady characters hanging around outside."
I moved forward, holding out my hand toward Kira. She tossed her curled black hair over her shoulder and walked in, taking my hand but pulling me in so she could kiss each of my cheeks instead of shaking. After the kiss, she touched the tip of her wing to mine, in a familial fae love-tap, a move my parents and I had never bothered to do. She looked good, tall and slender, with a dark red shirt that set off her brunette hair. Of course, unlike most fae, Kira embraced human oddities like nose rings, and who knew how many other secret body piercings she had.
Behind her, the huge beast of a man shook Easton's hand and I reveled to see someone who actually rivaled my bear shifter in size. "Beretta, long time no see, man." His voice had a gruff, no-nonsense, New York accent.
Easton gave the guy an easy grin. "Rocco, good to see you too." With a quick sideways glance at me, one that made me smile and become very conscious of the delicious ache he’d left between my thighs, Easton cleared his throat. "Go ahead and take a seat. I'll go tell Drake you're here."
Rocco laughed. "You still his pool boy? Pretty boy running around at his beck and call?"
Bodie turned to Rocco and used his death glare on the huge shifter. His light green eyes became ringed in gold as his wolf rose to the surface. It gave me a little thrill to see him step up and defend Easton. His voice was dark when he said, "Excuse me, I don't think we've met."
Rocco, oblivious to how pissed he'd just made Bodie, stepped forward and offered his hand. "Rocco De Brun. Saber tooth shifter. You... smell like wolf, yeah? Hard to tell over that one's sexy time aroma," Rocco winked at me. "Smells like it was delicious, sweetheart." He gave me an appraising look.
I turned redder than
a fire hydrant. Easton stepped in front of me, blocking me from view, just as chivalrous as always. Me? I wondered if I could kick hard enough to find New York’s apples. They were obviously smaller than an amoeba if he was making uncouth comments like that. The part of me that wasn’t pissed was processing this info. I knew shifters had good noses, but really? This dickwad could smell that over all the Vietnamese food that still was scattered around the room?
"Way to score," Saber tooth said. "Always wanted to give a wasp a ride."
I clenched my fists so I wouldn't punch him in the face. This dude was invited because he's useful, I lectured myself. Useful how, I didn't know, so it was really fucking hard to resist smacking him.
Bodie didn't shake Rocco's hand. Instead, my mate moved over to where I stood and slid a possessive arm across my back and over my hip, tugging me closer as Easton left the room. That made Tony the Tiger’s eyebrows shoot up as he glanced between Bodie, Easton’s retreating back, and myself.
"Kink—" he started to say, but Kira put a hand on his arm.
"Even I know you should shut up right now," she said. "And I typically love to say inappropriate things in front of family."
Since Bodie was Orange-Threat Level pissed, I spoke. "Why don't you have a seat, Tigger? Unless you want to insult any of Drake's other people before he gets here."
"Whoa, look I was just jok—"
But I stepped forward out of Bodie’s hold and stared Shere Khan in the face. I realized he had some acne pockmarks under one eye that kept him from being a complete knockout, for a middle-aged dude. My tone was dry when I said, "You're friends with Drake? Explains why you're such an asshole. Please do sit down. Take two chairs if your over-sized cinnamon hole needs it."
Bodie snickered as Rocco narrowed his eyes. "I didn't fucking come across the country to—"
"We didn't invite you across the country to insult our pack," Bodie retorted coolly.
