He wasn’t holding me at arm’s length anymore, and the heated desire and admiration clear in eyes made me feel hunted, and deliciously weak, in a good way.
A very good way.
Shifters were dogs, shifters were dogs, I told myself, but I didn’t believe it anymore. At least, not of Vic. Not after last night when he didn’t even make a pass. Maybe most were, but he had more control than most. I flushed a little, when I realized I really wished he was, in that moment. The story had been awful, but opening up to me had shifted the mood, and raised our normal sexual tension to new heights.
It was so very tempting in that moment, to throw my doubts away, and give him a green light in my scent. I noticed my fingers were moving in circles again, and I didn’t bother stopping it that time, even as I soaked in the intimacy and delicious feeling of his own fingertips lightly working my lower back. His dark brown eyes were so intense.
Damn, I was so going to do something stupid, but I saw no doubts on his face that he saw me as a beautiful and desirable woman that he also admired for my mind and my heart, for my actions the last nine days. Still shallow perhaps, but not just empty physical attraction.
Yeah, I was talking myself into doing something extremely stupid, the stress and adrenaline of the last twenty-four hours were also playing a part in my weakening resolve. But all I seemed to be able to think about was how pleasurable and wonderful it would be to surrender and connect to the man at my side. A man that seemed to already own my body, even if we’d never even kissed yet.
“Kyra.”
He said my name softly, in both warning and a deep need I longed to satisfy, in both of us. The warning was clear, he was strong but not an unfeeling rock, and if I kept playing with his thigh for much longer I’d break his resolve. The deep need was obvious as well, he didn’t really want me to stop, hoped I wouldn’t.
My body felt hot, so sensitive, and his light touch and heated gaze was sending tingles down my spine that drove me crazy. I felt like a live wire, that only he could ground, and I wanted to be tamed by him. Never broken, or ordered around, but possessed? Most definitely. Would it really be giving in? We’d spent a lot of time together the last nine days, lived in the same house, shared meals, and he’d opened himself up to me. What exactly was I waiting for, a guarantee I’d be staying was the obvious and only doubt left in my mind. I wanted to explore this wild need and connection between us. I was fairly sure John and Vic were a given, both of them wanted me to stay, and I think I was willing to gamble on them convincing Abby to vote me in as a permanent member of the group.
Even when he was closed off, I’d learned far more about the man he was now by simple observation the last week, and now his past was open to me, all I had to do was ask.
But talking wasn’t what I had in mind at all, in that moment.
“Two hours, you said?” I asked rather sultrily, and far more breathily than I’d planned. So much so that I blushed, and then called myself a shameless slut in my head. I wasn’t though, or only for him in that moment perhaps.
My Vic was so ruggedly handsome, and I loved his deep dark brown eyes, and the short brown hair on his head. His body was sculpted, muscular, and wonderfully hard. His skin was a deep natural tan, and from his shifting I already knew he had everything he needed to fill me fully and completely. Shallow things, but absolutely mesmerizing on top of the fact he was loyal, strong, and a protector in actions and personality.
He reached across his body with his left hand, and caressed my cheek softly, then ran it through my long blue-black hair sending tingles down my spine. His other hand teased a much more intimate area of my inner thighs, while he cupped my hair and neck firmly and pulled as he bent toward me.
I let out a breathy sigh into his mouth, as I felt his hot and silky but firm lips against mine for the first time. I didn’t even think, as I lost myself in that kiss, my own body twisted leaving my left hand on his thigh, while my right caressed his chest, and I turned my body as my right leg swept up and around, so I was straddling him. Our bodies rubbed together, as he grunted in need into my mouth, and our kiss grew wilder with a needy edge to it that shocked my senses.
Far needier than I’d expected, but it didn’t make me back off, on the contrary it made me grind against him almost desperately. Our sexes grinding through our clothes, while I pushed my generous breasts into his chest and let out a whimper of desire into his mouth. I was on fire with need of him.
The kiss broke and we stared into one another’s eyes for a brief moment.
“Kyra, you’re going to kill me,” he said, as he lifted the bottom of my shirt up, and I lifted my arms to help him get it off.
I chuckled seductively as I ran my fingernails down his chest, and under his shirt. He stripped it off eagerly, while I explored all those hard muscles that I’d been aching to touch for what seemed like forever.
His eyes were on my breasts, and I smirked as I reached behind me and unsnapped the bra, freeing them for his perusal.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips, and my hands wrapped around his head and I arched my back as he took a straining nipple into his mouth. A shock went down my spine and straight to my heated core as he bit down gently, and I couldn’t help but grind down on him as I let out a sweet pleasured sigh.
The low growl of need and enjoyment from him sent a thrill through me.
The fact we were in the wilderness didn’t bother me, not as an earth witch, and as a shifter he had no hang-ups that way either. It was kind of exciting, no one was supposed to be on the trails for the next two hours, but the idea that life was a bit random sometimes seemed to merely ramp up the wild desire between us.
I felt kind of naughty, while I enjoyed his mouth, hands, and fingertips on my breasts. His body so hot against mine, while the cool breeze gently brushed my back. They were sensitive, and he had me panting for it and more than wet enough down below in short order. He wasn’t perfect at first, a little too rough, but he found perfect rather quickly, by my scent, my respiration, and the sounds of pleasure falling my lips.
I lost myself in it, and the fact he paid attention to learn what I liked turned me on further. My own hands shamelessly caressed his chest, shoulders, neck, and ran through his hair as I pulled his head harder against me.
“Vic, you can play with them more later,” I said with both laughter and a little desperation in my voice. Vic was far from a typical man, but in some ways men were all the same. Not that I wasn’t enjoying the hell out of it, I loved foreplay, and breast play, but I was more than ready for the main event. The intense sexual tension between us was approaching levels of frustration rather than delicious need, and the last thing I wanted to do was crash.
I was already so close to the edge, and I was breathless for him to be in me.
“Promise?” he asked teasingly.
I laughed, and reached down for his jeans, and unbuttoned and unzipped.
He got the point then, his own hands reaching for mine while he continued to please my breasts with his mouth. He pushed me off of him and onto my back, and I giggled as he pulled my boots off and then stripped off my jeans and panties at the same time. He shucked his jeans, and I was a bit breathless at what I saw.
I knew he was generous down there. I just hadn’t seen him… fully extended before.
“Geek?” I said very doubtfully.
He snorted, and then lifted my leg and spanked my ass. The light sting radiated to mix with the building euphoria in my body, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I glared at him playfully, but I was also sure he could scent how much I’d enjoyed that. Damn it.
He pulled me back on top of him, which was kind of sweet, letting me have the top on the rough dirt and grass of the small meadow. The anticipation drove me crazy, as he squeezed my ass and lifted me up. He was on his knees, our torso’s flush together, with my legs wrapped around him. It was extremely intimate, and our eyes were just a few inches apart as I reached down and lined him up.
He teased me fu
rther, lowering me just enough for our sexes to brush teasingly.
I teased him right back, brushing his fat tip up and down my labia to collect all that liquid arousal that’d built up, and mix it with his precum. I let out a sigh of pleasure, at the pleasure of his silken and most sensitive skin brushing against mine.
“Vic, don’t make me beg,” I said beggingly, though I’d been trying to warn him my voice had come out far too breathy and needy. It wasn’t my kink, and it would make my libido crash. I needed him in me. I wanted to be possessed and taken, not beg, it was a huge turn off for me, though it hadn’t reached that point yet. I was still flying high, and really close to the edge considering he hadn’t entered me yet, nor had he even touched me down there.
He smirked, “Sorry, but this is the first time that thoughts of protection entered my head. You’re very distracting, Kyra.”
Oh. I smiled. Right, that was important. Sort of, shifters were immune to disease, so that wasn’t an issue at all. I was clean, and in full health. I wouldn’t recommend playing without coverage for humans, but it was less of a thing for us supernaturals. We just had to worry about pregnancy, which I already had covered.
“Contraceptive enchantment, it works similar to the potions we sell humans. You won’t be knocking me up, and I don’t want anything between us.”
I bit my lip and let out a gasping sigh, as he lowered me onto him and his fat head forced my labia to part. He was big enough it hurt a bit, but not so big I wouldn’t take him fully, or get used to it as my body stretched tautly and accommodated his entrance. I felt so beautiful, so sexy, and so close to him, as he stared into my eyes with awed pleasure as I worked my way down his cock. I took him in with light bounces, while he thrusted up into me lightly from below.
He was so big, but I was so wet for him that it eased the way, and I let out a deeply satisfied and pleasured sigh as our bodies finally met for the first time.
“Fuck, you are so tight around me, Kyra.”
I smirked playfully, and slowly rolled and swiveled my hips, grinding him in a deliciously slow and tight circle that built euphoria in wave of pleasure through my body from where we were connected. I lost myself in it, subsumed myself in it, as his hands gripped my ass, and he filled me completely, touching places deep within me that had never been touched before.
I was hardly an innocent, but I could count the number of lovers I’d had in this life on one hand, with fingers to spare.
When I was ready, I started to grind harder and faster, my breath hitching as I hovered over that edge, pleasure inundating my body and clouding my mind. It wasn’t all that long before I was bouncing, grinding, squeezing around, and having my way with his deliciously fat and long cock. It was big enough I was right on that edge of it being too big, a bit uncomfortable how stretched I was, but the pleasure of him inside me overshadowed it completely.
He was hardly idle, teasing my ass cheeks, moving his body below mine in a counterpoint, and his eyes told me I was his, that this wasn’t just a physical thing, but only time would tell on that. I was too afraid to take that on faith, but I did surrender myself to him that day in the meadow, my hopes, my body, and I hoped my heart and mind would follow in time.
It wasn’t just about sex, but goddess was the sex spectacular.
“Vic!” I gasped out as I was thrown over the edge, and he squeezed and lightly rolled my nipples as I fell into the abyss and lost myself in the torrent of pleasure that seized and raced through my body and mind.
He reached down and gripped my ass, and then bent his legs a bit while I was lost in ecstasy, but I sure as hell noticed when he started to pound up into me while I convulsed and squeezed wildly around him. It was almost too much, but I gave myself to it, to him, as he pounded into me and took his own pleasure, now that I’d found mine.
It was almost dizzying, his cock so hot and full inside me, tugging at my walls with each mighty thrust and grunt of pleasure from his lips. He stretched me out further then, and I let out a gasp and rolled into a second orgasm as he released his pleasure into me. It was mind-boggling, the deep and powerful emotions mixed with the ultimate pleasure, which I felt as he filled me. His cock pulsed his liquid lust and pleasure into my body as our eyes locked and shared that vulnerable sweet moment.
So intimate, so fulfilling. So wildly passionate, even in surrendering my body to his pleasure. It boggled my mind, how any woman could share this intimacy with a stranger for one night, but then I supposed it would be different. Less, but still pleasurable, just not for me. I wanted it all, or at least I wanted that to be the goal.
I felt safe, deliciously sore and full of him, as he pulled me down flush with his body and stole a lingering kiss.
He asked, “You okay?”
I laughed, “Yes. More than. That was, intense. Regrets?”
He snorted, “You’re amazing.”
I grinned, “Tell me more.”
He slipped out, so I slid to the side and snuggled into his chest. His arm tightened around me, and he held me possessively yet gently, and that warmed me.
He said, “You’re brave, competent, and very controlled. You aren’t afraid to fight, or of death, but you try your hardest to avoid taking life, is what I meant by that last. You’re also incredibly beautiful, one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met. But I hadn’t expected you to be so… passionate and wild.”
I did have an athletically curvaceous body at five foot six, and I was sure he enjoyed my generous rounded C cups. I enjoyed him enjoying them. I was also classically attractive, beautiful even, with rich midnight hair and dark gray eyes. Point being, despite all that I wouldn’t have said I was at the top of the scale, but I didn’t sense any dishonesty in him, he’d actually meant that.
Oh, I’d never had trouble attracting attention from men, even when I didn’t want to and was dressed down, but I wasn’t one to steal the attention of a whole room when I walked in, either.
As far as the passionate part, I was a bit wild in bed. Maybe because he was right about me being controlled, given my third nature I couldn’t allow fear, anger, or hatred control me, or my powers, or my actions. He was also right that I didn’t want to kill anyone, it was always the last option. But when I slept with a man, I gave myself to it, totally. It was the one place I could let go of everything, especially with a man like Vic, who I trusted.
“Tell me more,” I ordered playfully.
He snorted, and teasingly spanked my ass, before going back to playing with my hair and back with his fingertips.
I giggled, “You’re not so bad yourself, kind of dreamy actually.”
“Dreamy?”
I said teasingly, “Totally.” People didn’t say that anymore, but my mother had said it a lot when I was a kid. Usually in a teasing and light way when she wanted to reassure me of something, which I supposed is what I’d just done. I didn’t use the word often, or ever really, before that moment.
That I’d used it on Vic was food for thought.
He smirked, “No regrets, but my wolf sees you as mine now, so ask me in five days.”
“Your inner caveman wants to drag me home by the hair?”
He snorted a laugh, “Exactly.”
“I thought that shifters were more casual than that. I mean, I want the gold ring, eventually. This was about more than pleasure, but…” I trailed off.
He nodded, “We are casual about sex, until we’re not, until we meet the one that makes our inner wolf howl and stake a claim. That said, I’m human too, it’s too early for anything except intentions, no promises. Just so you know though, there’s a small part of me that sees it differently. I’m not sure I could explain it so that you’d understand, you don’t have a wolf.”
I relaxed against him further, relieved at his clarification. For a minute there I thought he was ready to hang up his shingle and pick out curtains. I wanted more than sex, but it was good to know we were in the same place.
He pulled me up his body, and kissed me languidl
y, at first. It grew more heated however, and I let out a little moan of desire when I felt him growing against my stomach.
I rolled us so he was on top, and I didn’t care about the rough grass against my skin. I wanted to be possessed, ravished, and taken. I wanted his muscles and weight above me, crushing me, taking me, and I wrapped my legs around him from below and ground up against him, while nipping his lip aggressively.
He took it from there, and I surrendered from below. Not in a passive way, I was wanton, wild, squirming and counterthrusting. All as he had me pinned down, helpless to escape, and screaming in pleasure. Which was just what I wanted.
Almost from the very first moment I’d met him.
As for him, he wouldn’t need to fight anymore, to get rid of that aggression build-up. It was too soon for promises, but my body belonged to him at the very least, and I gave myself to it, to him.
We didn’t speak again, outside of sweet nothings or dirty mutterings, for the rest of the time we had left. The man had incredibly stamina, and I was more than sated when we finally got dressed, and we rode our horses back to the ranch.
It was probably stupid, maybe I should’ve waited, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. I loved how sore and absolutely sated I felt in the rush of endorphins and post-bliss, which lasted the rest of the afternoon.
Chapter Sixteen
The next three days were among the most memorable and happy in my life. At least, my adult life.
He was always touching me. Shifters were very tactile in showing affection. He was still the same man, hard and confident, protective, and possessive. He didn’t turn into a sop, but he was always touching me, being possessive.
Over those three days, I lost count of the amount of times he took me, and the places. His room, my room, an empty stall in the stable, bent over my table in the alchemy part of the backroom, and several times in the forest. He was big, and each time he left me deliciously sore and well sated, but a simple healing potion ensured that soreness didn’t get in the way of our fun, and his shifter magic ensured chafing wasn’t a problem for him as well.
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