by C. Sunrise
Throwing open the bedroom door, he walks into the room and drops me onto his bed. I giggle as I bounce a few times. I bite my lower lip as he crawls seductively across the bed and hovers over my body.
His pupils are dilated, almost completely consuming the light blue colour of his irises.
He smirks as he gently rubs his body against mine, giving me a preview of what’s coming. I moan and move my hips to match his movements, aching for him to be pressed against me. Aching for him to be inside me. I reach up to pull his head closer to mine, but he kneels and grabs my wrists, placing them above my head. He holds them there in one hand and smirks while his other hand ignites small fires throughout my body as it trails between my legs. He nibbles on my neck and collarbone as he plays me like a piano.
He clearly knows what he is doing. What his touch does to me cannot be explained by science—it’s pure magic. I ache for him. The more he touches me, the more I want him.
He kisses down my body, looking up into my eyes the entire time.
“Kace, I…” I pant as I grab his hair and lift his head up. “I want you. I need you. Now.”
“As you wish.” He gently bites my inner thighs, making my legs jump as he pulls down on my pants. Pleased with himself, he looks up at me and winks before kissing a trail down my now bare legs.
He pushes off the bed and stands there staring down at me. He slowly slides his pants down his legs. I bite my lip in anticipation as I soak in every inch of his glorious body. He smirks and pulls down his boxers, exposing the rest of his body to me. We both stay in our positions, taking in each other’s bodies without saying a word. My heart nearly stops as he reaches down and strokes himself, staring deep into my eyes.
Smiling at my response, he reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out a condom. I’m relieved that we have protection, it will help me enjoy the moment more if I worry less about becoming pregnant.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he growls as he slides the protective sheath over his impressive member and then crawls back on the bed.
He leans over me, thrusting his hips in the air and teasing me with grazing contact against my core. I groan in frustration, bucking my hips and begging him to come to me. Smirking, he lowers his body down against mine and I claw at his back, begging for more.
“Tell me if anything hurts and I will stop,” he pants as he nibbles on my ear.
“Yes, Kace,” I reply with a growl. “Now just give it to me,” I beg impatiently.
He chuckles and places a chaste kiss on my lips before looking me in the eye. What happens next is best described as mind-blowing. There are a few awkward and slightly painful moments, but our connection to each other and Kace’s concern for my pleasure makes those moments easy to move past. It’s perfect. Our bodies move in perfect sync as our hands and mouths explore each other. Every movement has me begging for more and Kace delivers.
“I love you, Kitten,” he growls as we both climax.
He kisses me softly on the lips and rolls onto the bed beside me. My body twitches as it recovers. His hand searches for mine, eventually finding it and intertwining our fingers; that small movement took all the energy left in my body. I don’t even have enough energy to process what he just said.
I’m glad I waited this long. It definitely beats an awkward hook-up in the back of someone’s car or peer-pressured post-prom sex filled with regret. This is real. This is passion. It’s worth every bit of pain and soreness to follow.
We lay there silent for a few moments before he gets up and goes to the ensuite bathroom. I wait for him to return before taking my turn in the ensuite. One of the many things Bel taught me was to be sure to go pee after sex to help reduce the risk of bladder infections.
I glance in the mirror before heading back in the room and notice a nice blush to my cheeks and an unwavering smile on my face. I’m glad I waited for my first time and felt this good afterwards. Although, now the bar is set high for any future sexual encounters.
I walk back into the bedroom where Kace is laying on the bed with a goofy grin on his face. He flips back the sheets and pats the bed beside him. I oblige and jump in the bed, cuddling myself into his chest.
“How are you doing, Kitten?” he asks as he plays with my hair.
“I’m good, very good,” I reply as I look up at his face.
“I’m happy, very happy, to hear that,” he says and kisses my forehead.
“Kace,” I whisper, still looking up at him. “About what you said…”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he cuts me off. “I know you aren’t ready. I didn’t exactly want the first time I said that to you to be while we were making love because I don’t want you to think it was just sex talk. It just kind of slipped out, but it’s how I truly feel about you. I won’t deny that. You don’t have to feel any pressure to feel or say anything back, but I hope you feel the same about me.”
“I know you are telling the truth and it wasn’t just sex talk,” I say as my fingers dance along his chest. “But I’m in no state to be trusting my feelings at the moment. I have strong feelings for you. Very strong. My attraction to you is undeniable; I think tonight proves that.” He places his hand on mine and gives it a squeeze. “I know you want more than that and I know you deserve more, but I’m not ready to pick a mate, as everyone says I’m supposed to be doing. I have too much crap going on in my life right now and I don’t think I’m in a position to be deciding who I will spend the rest of my life with.”
His hand squeezes mine again, and his jaw tenses. I know those aren’t the words he wanted to hear, but I need to be honest with him even if it hurts. We’re both silent for a few moments before he speaks.
“I understand,” he says, disappointment clear in his voice. “Would you consider being my girlfriend? Give me a chance to win you over?”
“No,” I reply, and see the astonishment written on his face. “I don’t want labels and I don’t want to be in a monogamous romantic relationship right now. That’s too much pressure at the moment. Like I said, I have a lot to figure out. I want to learn about myself first. I want to heal. I want to fix my relationship with myself, my parents, and my friends before I work on my intimate relationships. I don’t want to use my intimate relationships as a crutch, and I don’t want to start new relationships on a rocky foundation.”
I take my hand and place it on his cheek, stroking it with my thumb. I know that my touch calms him as much as his calms me. I need him calm so he can understand my point of view.
“But I am going on a date with you for Halloween,” I remind him, a big grin spreading across my face. “So, how about we have this conversation again after our date? That gives me time to work on myself and heal and give you a chance to win me over.”
“I won’t lie,” Kace says. “I’m disappointed and sad. I really hoped that tonight brought us closer and that it meant more to you. But I understand where you’re coming from.” He sighs before continuing. “Every cell in my body wants to claim you as mine and I’ll do my best to respect your wishes, but I need you to know that it’s hard for me to see you with other men and it will be even harder after tonight.”
“I understand, Kace,” I reply and smile reassuringly, moving my body closer and resting my head on his chest. “Tonight meant more to me than you could ever know. Every moment with you does. I’m not saying I’m going to run around and sleep with everyone. I’ve never been that type and I never will be, no matter what my damn hormones try to tell me. I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, for Christ’s sake. Clearly, I have some self-control.”
We both chuckle and Kace visibly relaxes.
“Yes, that is surprising to hear,” Kace replies. “Why haven’t you slept with anyone before? I’m guessing you’ve had the opportunity. Why did you pick me?”
“My parents. I’ve always admired their relationship and knew that was what I wanted in a partner. No one ever lived up to that standard until recently.” I tilt my head and to look him in the
eye as I smile.
“Recently?” He smirks, picking up on my hint. “As in, recently when you met a certain dark-haired sex god who rocks your world in every possible way and is currently naked in bed with you?” He raises his eyebrow and I can’t help but giggle.
“There goes that ego again.” I sigh. “Careful or it’ll push me right out of this bed.”
He chuckles and I feel his heart rate increase as he leans his head forward to kiss my forehead.
“Thank you, Kitten,” he whispers. “It’s not the same as being selected as your mate or your boyfriend, but it makes my heart happy. And I’m glad you weren’t just using me as a sex toy—I have feelings too, you know. But if you ever need a sex toy, you know where to find me.”
I slap his chest playfully and we both laugh.
“How about you just hold me for now?” I pull his arm across my body and nestle in closer. “Think you can handle that, or is that not part of your sex toy programming?”
“Hmmm.” His chest hums against my cheek and I smile. “Only if you make me breakfast in the morning.”
“I’m your guest, shouldn’t you be making me breakfast?”
“Nope, sorry. If you want cuddles, then I want pancakes. That’s my offer.” He slides his arm off of my body and rolls over, turning his back towards me.
“And what if I want more than cuddles?” I ask as I snake my arm around his waist and press my body against his back.
“I’m thinking your beast is actually the devil,” he replies as he intertwines our fingers.
Kace eventually rolls back over and I cuddle into him again. We talk about everything that has brought us to this moment. Kace shares all his thoughts and feelings since the first moment he saw me on the beach, admitting he was drawn to me before we even spoke. I hadn’t realised his attraction to me rivalled my attraction to him.
He growls lowly as he recalls the day Papa had me in his office while Jay was obsessing about Momma’s muffcakes and Kace was preparing to confront Papa if he hadn’t stuck to his word. Tingles shoot through my body knowing that the man beside me was willing to do what only Momma had ever dared—stand up to Papa. Papa may seem like a docile, friendly man, but the power radiating off him was always enough to strike fear in anyone—let alone what he would do if he was angry.
Kace continues his vow of honesty by sharing details about how he felt after I saw him at the farmers’ market and then again at The Den. He explains that his beast is quite attached to me and was on edge not knowing if I was okay or not. I do my best to ease his mind and tell him my side of the story, letting him know that although I wasn’t making the best decisions, I also wasn’t putting myself in life-threatening situations. Being the gentleman he is, he offers to pay for divorce counselling for me and Tequila. We both erupt in laughter and I bask in the glory of his vibrating chest.
Once caught up on previous events, our discussion shifts to the future, and my training plans. Although he doesn’t trust Blaze with me, he thinks I should train with him too. As Hunters, they all have areas where they excel at and the best way to train fast is to train with all of them.
Thinking about my beast gets me worked up and we end up heating the sheets again. I don’t even know how it started, but round two was even more mind-blowing than the first time. I even learned a few new positions I hope to find myself in again.
It doesn’t take long for sleep to consume us after our second romp in the sheets and for the first time in a while; I’m genuinely looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.
A crushing weight pressing against my bladder wakes me from my slumber. Looking down, I notice Kace’s large arm wrapped around me, which brings a smile to my face. I blush thinking about all the things we did last night. All the amazing, toe-curling things.
I carefully slide his arm across my hip and onto the bed behind me, then creep over to the bathroom. I do my business and then splash some water on my face and finger brush my unruly hair. I open a drawer and find some toothpaste to brush across my teeth with my finger—wouldn’t want my morning breath to scar him for life. I quietly swish some water in my mouth and spit it down the drain.
Creeping out of the bathroom, I sneak over to the bed and crawl under the covers, careful to not wake the man beside me. I gently grab his arm and slide it back across my waist.
Movement catches my eye and I turn to look at Kace’s face. It’s dark in the room and hard to see his features, but it almost looks like he’s smirking.
Does he really smirk in his sleep? What is with these boys and their constant smirking? Maybe their faces are stuck like that.
I bring my face right up to his, squinting to get a better look at his mouth. Confident, I see his lip twitching.
Before I have time to react, I’m flipped onto my back and pinned under Kace’s massive body, his impressive morning wood pressing against me and making me blush. His arms are on either side of my head with his face only inches from mine.
“I thought you would never wake up.” He breathes against me, and I can smell the mint on his breath. He must have gotten up before me and did the same thing I did when I woke up. Glad I’m not the only one with nasty morning breath.
“Well, you can only blame yourself for wearing me out like that,” I reply and bite my lip. I know exactly how biting my lip affects him, but my brain and my body don’t seem to communicate with each other anymore. Or maybe they are.
“Kitten, I’ve warned you about that,” he growls.
I don’t have a chance to reply before he slides down in the bed and lifts my legs up, placing them over his shoulders. I let out a squeal, born of both excitement and shock.
“I wonder what your punishment should be?” he asks rhetorically as he gently nibbles my inner thighs, making me twitch with every touch. He pauses and looks up at me with an evil grin on his face.
“Punishment?”
“Yes, for biting your lip and for not making me breakfast when I woke up,” he replies. “I guess I’ll just have to get my own breakfast.”
“Kace, I-” I begin but before I can say anything else, his lips and tongue furiously attack every inch of my sensitive flesh.
I moan and thrust my hips towards his face, and he growls against my flesh, sending shock waves throughout my body. He knows exactly what he is doing, and I can’t get enough of it. I reach down and rub my hands along his muscular shoulders and upper arms. His primal growls, gentle bites, and sensual touch bring me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Kace,” I pant, my nails digging into his shoulders. “God, Kace. I’m going to…” My legs jolt as I’m served the ecstasy I so badly desired.
“Thanks for breakfast,” he says as he kisses his way up my body to my face. I scan his upper back and notice scratch marks. They aren’t bad, but they are definitely noticeable. I feel a strange sense of pride over them, like it’s my way of marking him as my property. Even though I told him he isn’t.
Why can’t my body and brain work together on this?
I can’t think straight right now. Part of me wonders if this is what I’ve been missing out on all these years. But I know from Bel’s stories of her sexual conquests that not all partners and experiences are this good. In fact, most of her stories before Jay wouldn’t hold a candle to this. I wonder if this has something to do with my excessive hormones, or maybe it’s a beast thing… or a mate thing.
I know I’m not ready to devote the rest of my life to one person, but would this be so bad?
“I will take your silence as a good sign,” Kace says as he kisses my cheek. “Mostly because of the goofy smile on your face.” He chuckles and I glare at him.
“Way to ruin the moment,” I retort and roll my eyes, causing him to chuckle again.
“Well, I can just get ‘the moment’ going again by growling, that seems to have quite the effect on you.” He presses his arousal against me, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.
Two can play this game.
I throw him off of
me and pin him down, like he had done to me earlier. I look him in the eye as I kiss my way down his body, pausing above my intended target with a smirk on my face. The look of shock on his face is priceless; I’m guessing he’s never been man-handled by a woman like this before. I like it.
Was he always this big? I wonder as I am face-to-face for the first time with his other beast.
I bite his inner thighs and up to his abs, watching as his pupils dilate. I drag my nails across the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and continue teasing until I finally get what I’ve been waiting for.
“Kitten!” He growls, pent up frustration from my teasing is clear in his voice and I chuckle.
I continue exploring his body with my lips, returning the favour. I growl against his most sensitive flesh, as he had done to me, and discover it has a similar effect on him. After several minutes of making him tremble at my touch, he groans and thrusts his hips, seeking release. He thrusts deeper and I gag, pushing away from him just in time, much to his dismay.
I pat Kace on the thigh and go to the bathroom to gargle water, spitting it in the sink. I grab a towel and toss it at Kace when I come back into the room.
“Way to ruin the moment,” Kace says, mimicking me as he tosses the towel into the hamper across the room. His perfect aim tells me this isn’t the first time he’s tossed a dirty towel across the room from his bed.
“Shut up,” I say, as I grab his pants off the floor and throw them at him. He laughs and bats them aside. “A little warning would have been nice.”
“Likewise,” he replies, and I roll my eyes. “So, don’t forget about the pancakes you promised. There’s whipped cream and fruit in the fridge.” He puts his arms up behind his head and crosses one leg over the other, looking a little too comfortable.
“What happened to my dear, sweet, romantic Kace?” I ask, dramatically clutching my chest. “The Prince Charming I met on the beach who wanted to take care of me?”