by Amelia Jade
If he told her to come back, Mila wasn’t sure she would be able to resist. Her body wanted it so badly. More than she’d ever wanted something before. It wasn’t just what was under his clothes that was working her over either. Yes, she was aroused and wanted him. But there was something about Pierce himself that told Mila she wouldn’t be feeling this way if it were any other man.
“Mila,” he called, the single word stopping her in her tracks harder than if she’d run face-first into a wall.
Please don’t ask me to come back. I can’t do it, but I can’t say no. You know I can’t. So don’t, please, Pierce…
“Yes?” she asked, her left hand on the railing next to the stairs, gripping it tight, as if perhaps that could stop her from turning around and throwing herself across the room if he told her to.
Anger simmered beneath the surface within Mila at her sudden inability to deny Pierce. This weakness was not something she’d ever felt before. No man had ever had such control. She’d been aroused and turned on before, had wanted someone before. She wasn’t that naïve to the world at large.
But this...
This was something different. Something stronger and more innate. It called to her at her most basic level, like a primitive mating call between animals that once made, couldn’t be ignored. She wanted to know how he’d done it, how he’d managed to establish such control over her, without seeming to actually do anything. Yet she knew if she turned around and he so much as crooked a finger at her, Mila would be across the distance, her clothes flying off before she knew it.
Her hand was shaking now, rattling the banister ever so slightly as she held on for dear life. The skin around her knuckles was going white as she squeezed.
“I’m sorry,” he said at last.
Mila almost fainted from relief when it became clear he wasn’t going to push things. She didn’t know if he could read her, if he could see how close she was to just giving in, but if he could, she appreciated him all the more for not making her do something she didn’t think she was ready for.
Well, part of her was certainly ready for it, but not the rest of her. Not the part that made her an “intelligent” species.
“It’s okay,” she said, still not looking back. “I had a part in it too. It’s just…I can’t. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Pierce replied glumly. He wasn’t happy about it, she could tell, but he seemed to be willing to respect her enough not to push the issue.
“Good night, Pierce.”
“Don’t you work tomorrow?” he asked suddenly, changing topics.
This time Mila did look back, meeting his baby blue eyes, half hidden as his bushy eyebrows came down on top them as he asked the question.
She thought frantically to come up with an answer.
“I called in sick,” she said, and then before anything else could be said, practically fled up the stairs.
The instant the door to the basement closed behind her, she realized two things.
One, that she immediately felt a lessening of the pressure, which was almost immediately accompanied by a wave of relief that threatened to send her to her knees. Mila had been fighting the calls of her body to go to him, using so much energy in doing so that when they suddenly faded, she was overwhelmed by their absence.
As she spent a moment bent over, hands on her knees taking deep lungfuls of air to try and return herself to some semblance of normal, a second thought came to her.
I left him down there with nothing to sleep with.
No bed. No blankets, no pillows. None of it.
Her head slowly turned to look back at the door. She should go back. As a good host, it was necessary of her. She couldn’t just leave her guest to sleep on the carpet.
Out of nowhere Ellie appeared, weaving her way through Mila’s legs and then sauntering over to the basement door.
“What, you want to do down there?” she asked.
Meow.
“Fine,” she said with a laugh. “Go let Pierce use you as a pillow, will ya?”
Ellie just looked at her expectantly.
Shaking her head, Mila walked back, opened the door a crack for Ellie, and left it that way. Then she continued on up to her bedroom.
Her clothes came off in a hurry and she slid into bed, the satin sheets caressing her body lightly as they draped themselves over her form. A mild tingle spread through her torso as the material rubbed itself against nipples that were still hard and aroused from earlier, bringing sensations to Mila that she wished she could just ignore.
The idea of a cold shower crept through her, even as she felt her hand sliding across her stomach, and then down between her legs. Mila knew fighting this would be useless. She’d managed to take charge of her body and deny it the sex it apparently needed more than she realized, but that was about as far as she was willing to push it.
She needed relief now, and this was the only way she was going to get it. Mila didn’t touch herself often. Not because she thought it was wrong or didn’t know how, but simply because so often she came home from work exhausted, and wanted to sleep more than anything else.
That wasn’t going to happen tonight though. Pierce had, with his touch, brought the furnace within her not only to life, but stoked it into a roaring blaze. The moment her fingers slid over her soft mound, Mila had to bite her lip to keep from crying out at the sensation.
How the hell did you do this to me, she wondered. All Pierce had done was kiss her, and yet somehow she was ready to burst from the slightest touch already. It was simply…
Inhuman.
But Pierce isn’t human, is he? He’s a shifter. Can he seriously do something like that? Turn me on in a way that I’ve only ever read about?
The answer was right in front of her, and it was a resounding yes from all the signs she could read.
Mila bit her lip as she began to move her middle finger in slow circles, easily sliding over her skin with wetness that Pierce had brought forth from her.
Her eyes closed as she imagined what might have happened if she’d allowed things to continue. In her mind’s eye she pictured lifting his shirt off, getting her first look at the muscles that lay beneath it. But she barely paused to kiss his washboard abs, even as her mouth headed lower, her fingers preceding it, working frantically to remove the belt and button without taking too long.
She wanted him, to strip him down and see what he looked like naked.
Without warning Ellie jumped up on the bed and let out a loud meow right next to her ear.
“Holy shit!” Mila practically screamed, bolting upright in bed, her heart thudding almost painfully from the surprise.
But the white and black cat just sat down and began to purr, looking up at her innocently.
“Well, that’s ruined for the night,” Mila said, throwing herself back into the pillow with a sigh.
She lay there, remembering the touch of Pierce as his fingers had slid over the exposed skin on the back of her neck. That was the one thing that she just couldn’t quite figure out. Mila knew she was making the right choice by stopping things with him.
So why did it feel so wrong?
Chapter Ten
Mila
After half an hour of staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, she slid from bed, grabbing her cushy purple robe and pulling it tight around her body. It only went to just above her knees, but it covered everything she needed it to. Plus it left her able to move unencumbered if the need ever arose. Mila didn’t like outfits that restricted her movement. They just seemed impractical to her. Being free to move in any direction without warning was definitely something she preferred.
Although doing so in her robe might leave very little to the imagination…
She half-smiled to herself at the thought and walked quietly across the hardwood floor into the kitchen, trying not to shiver as cold tile replaced the wood underfoot. Mila couldn’t remember where her slippers were, and all she wanted was a
glass of water, so she’d just ignored them.
“Hi.”
“Oh goodness!” she yelped, stumbling backward slightly as Pierce loomed up out of the darkness.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to scare you, but I know that you can’t see as well in the dark, so I wanted to say something before you got any further.”
Mila nodded, swinging as wide around him as she could, before heading to the cupboard with the glasses in it and taking one. She cast a questioning glance over her shoulder at Pierce.
“Please,” he said. “I was looking through the cupboards for a glass, but hadn’t gotten to that one yet.”
“Water?” she asked, pressing the first glass into the little recessed opening on the fridge. A stream of water promptly shot out.
“If you don’t mind.”
Mila handed him the first glass as it filled.
His fingers brushed against hers as he took it from her, and Mila looked up at him. Their eyes locked, and she suddenly realized he was shirtless and clad only his underwear.
The empty glass in her left hand clinked heavily as she set it down on the granite countertop.
“Oh shit,” she gasped.
Pierce stepped toward her and she let him pick her up off the ground.
Warm, strong hands clamped down on her waist, spinning and setting her up on the counter.
Pierce pushed between her legs even as she spread them, locking her ankles behind his hips as best she could, given her shortness and the sheer tree trunk-like solidness of every inch of his body.
A hard bulge pressed up against her and she moaned softly at the obvious sign of his arousal.
“Kiss me,” she ordered, and he did, his soft, warm lips eagerly searching hers out in the darkness, finding each other as much by touch as by sight.
He pulled her robe back, exposing her large but firm breasts to his eager hands. She moaned again as he played lightly with those same hard nipples that had betrayed her earlier. Mila was thoroughly aroused now, and she could feel him getting harder between her legs, which just made her even more frenzied.
Hands splayed wide, she rested her palms on his chest, soaking up the heat that he seemed to just radiate like a fireplace, making the air around them hot. Her breath came in shorter gasps as she tried to suck in oxygen through that heat, and her back arched involuntarily as she did.
“Back,” she commanded, using her leverage on his chest to shove him away from the counter, even as she slid off it and right to her knees.
As her hands followed her down she hooked them under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and, carefully pulling it out and over his cock, tugged them down to his ankles where he could step free.
Her attention was focused elsewhere though, on his now-exposed cock as it hung almost at her eye level.
“Wow,” was all she could say as she wrapped her fingers around it.
Or tried to. He was so thick she couldn’t actually touch her index finger and thumb. Not without squeezing tightly.
“Mila,” he said as she wasted no time in tasting him, her tongue running along the underside as the rich, sharp musk of him filled her system.
“Unless you don’t want this, shut up,” she said.
Pierce promptly stopped making any protest, instead simply letting her hear his pleasure as she gently stroked him up and down, teasing him with her tongue.
Once he was good and damp, Mila opened her mouth wide and locked her lips around him, sliding his entire thick head into her mouth. She angled her head to look up at him, letting Pierce see her eyes as she began to suck his cock.
“Holy fucking shit,” he groaned, the noise filling the kitchen as he didn’t hold back.
Mila almost melted at the look on his face as she kept going, taking him as deep as she could in one smooth strike, her lips remaining sealed around his shaft, her eyes fixated up on him.
One thing she’d always taken pride in was being able to pleasure a man. There had been a very, very select few who had been worthy of her efforts. But Mila believed very firmly in fair play, and that any man she was with deserved to be pleasured just as much as he did her.
And while Pierce had yet to actually touch her, there was exactly zero doubt in her mind that he was just as interested in her pleasure as she was in his.
So she cut loose, and had some fun.
Pulling back from him, she kept her lips open. As the tip pulled free from her mouth, she let Pierce see the strands of saliva that hung between them.
His cock bounced and pulsed as she held the base of him still, a reflection of his arousal at her actions.
“Oh fuck, Mila,” he moaned. “You’re so sexy.”
A shiver ran down her spine as she heard that and Mila’s lower lip curled upward reflexively.
“You’re just saying that because I’m sucking your cock,” she said, batting her eyes up at him.
Pierce smiled, then hissed as she took him into her mouth once more.
“I’m not gonna lie,” he said tightly. “That has a bit to do with it. But can you blame me?”
She shook her head, his cock still firmly within her mouth. “Nope,” she said, her mouth full of his hardness.
“Only part of it though,” he emphasized. “I had a nice look at you before you got down there. If you’ll recall, I was rather hard before you started doing what you’re doing.”
“I know,” she said as she pulled away, once again leaving a messy trail behind her.
Pierce groaned wordlessly, and she reached her free hand up to begin to massage his sac. He was already tight, and she didn’t think he would last much longer.
“You’re so tense,” she said, running her tongue from the base of his shaft up to his head and around where they joined, one of the most sensitive areas. She especially focused on the underside, where the little flap of skin provided him extra sensations.
“You kind of have that effect,” he grunted.
“Good. Don’t feel like you need to hold back,” she told him, and then went to work with her hand and her mouth at the same time.
Pierce reached behind him, his hands gripping the counter as she pumped his cock, working him to the fullest of her abilities.
“Mila,” he said, his voice changing timbre. “I’m going to…”
She started moaning and making excited noises as best she could with eight inches of hard manhood down her throat, until Pierce shuddered. His cock swelled slightly in her grip, and she braced herself.
“Oh fuck,” he said again, and exploded in her mouth.
Mila didn’t slow down, swallowing the hot liquid as she went, but more focused on him.
Finally Pierce seemed to recover slightly and he reached down to put a steadying hand on her head, letting her know she could stop. But Mila didn’t. She slowed, easing up her grip as well, but she continued to gently suck on him until Pierce was completely finished.
Mila didn’t believe in leaving a job undone.
“How are—”
She’d expected him to relax, to take his time and then go from there. To enjoy the afterglow of the orgasm she’d given him.
Pierce had other ideas however. As he lifted her to her feet, his hands hooked under her shoulders. She practically flew into the air, his innate strength tossing her around as if she were nothing more than a doll.
Her ass nearly jumped as he set her down on the cold granite, but a moment later his hot breath washed between her legs, and Mila forgot any complaint she may have had as Pierce wasted no time.
He didn’t just dive in and sprint for the finish line, but he also knew she was in desperate need of attention as well. He kissed her several times as he made his way fully between her legs, but almost right away his tongue slid over her, slowly and gently, but without hesitation or teasing either.
It was just what she needed right then.
“Pierce,” she moaned as he moved his tongue in slow, rhythmic
circles around her, bringing her arousal to a peak in mere seconds. His hands held her legs firmly, so that she didn’t have to do so herself.
Her finger earlier had felt good. But it was downright boring compared to the way Pierce made her feel. She trembled under his touch, though he kept a firm grip on her, ensuring she stayed where he wanted.
There was something about what was happening that just felt right. There was no way to explain it, no carefully ordered set of words that could explain what she could feel inside of her. Just a gut knowledge that she was doing the right thing in giving in to the electric tension that had revealed itself between them.
Nobody would understand if she told them, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her and Pierce, there and then. Together, exploring each other.
Mila’s eyes flew open as he slid a finger inside of her, moving it slowly in time with his tongue.
Yes, that was all that mattered.
One hand rested on the countertop as she brought the other to her mouth, teeth sinking deep into one of her fingers as she bucked slightly under Pierce’s touch. He was driving her with a slow yet unrelenting ease toward her own climax, and Mila was beginning to lose control as she neared it.
Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as he suddenly began to apply just a little more pressure. Not enough to annoy, but enough that it sped up her oncoming orgasm. Mila didn’t bother to try and keep quiet. She let her moans encourage Pierce onward. The louder she was, the more enthusiastic he became. The knowledge that he wanted her to orgasm, that he was just as invested in her pleasure as she was a powerful aphrodisiac, and one that pushed her over the edge.
Mila cried out and her hips bucked and bounced on the countertop. Pierce slid his hands around her waist, holding her so that she didn’t slide off, while her legs draped themselves over his broad, powerful shoulders.
He kept up his actions as she crashed through her climax, bliss enveloping her mind for those extraordinary handful of seconds that were the single best part of any orgasm.
And then suddenly he slowed, just as she emerged from that cocoon of ecstasy and began to enter the initial stages of the warm pleasing glow that followed. His timing could not have been more perfect. Mila whimpered with delight as he breathed heavily between her legs, warm air from his nose washing over her skin, making her tingle.