She thought her fingernails were going to draw blood as she dug them into his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to mind, and she couldn’t bring herself to care. He plucked at her nipple with his thumb and finger, and the need she felt for him overwhelmed her senses.
He suddenly reared back onto his knees and she started to protest until she realized he was pulling her tank top up. Raising her torso off the bed, she helped him, watching as he flung it aside, never taking his eyes off of her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lily,” he said hoarsely, his voice strained.
Flushing, she shook her head, unable to make her voice work for a moment. “You make me feel beautiful, Noah.”
He smiled at her, his eyes warm, and then he cupped both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading, his eyes locked onto what he was doing. She arched her back and he leaned down, sucking one of her nipples straight into his mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as sensations streaked through her body, and when he suckled, it felt like there was a direct line from her nipple to her clit.
Her fingers went back to his shoulders and she held on tightly again, feeling her core flood with moisture as he suckled. He eased back, her nipple popping out of his mouth, and he trailed his lips to her other one, his beard rasping against her skin, lighting her nerve endings up.
Running his tongue around her nipple, he wet it thoroughly before taking it between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. She gasped, her back arching more, her body held tight as a bowstring, as he took her other nipple between his fingers and plucked it.
He was playing with both at the same time and she thought she was going to surely lose her mind. Her middle was clenched almost painfully, but as much as she craved release, what he was doing to her felt far too delicious, and she didn’t want the torment to end.
Long, unending moments passed while he drove her insane with his mouth and fingers, and when he pulled back, she was panting with need. He hooked his fingers into her pajama bottoms and she lifted her hips as he eased them and her panties down.
For a split second, she felt shy, but then he sucked in a breath and groaned, his green eyes glowing brightly, and the feeling dissipated. He ran a finger softly over her seam, and she gasped, her hips jerking. He repeated the journey, and when he glanced up at her, his eyes were so full of heat that it felt like they burned her with a look.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he said, his voice gravelly.
He popped his finger into his mouth and the sight of him sucking her moisture off made her core clench even tighter. That was so hot, hotter than she’d imagined something like that would be.
Scooting down the bed, he settled between her legs, pressing a kiss to each thigh that had her shivering as his beard scraped gently along the sensitive skin. She pushed herself up on her elbows, wanting to see him better, and he looked up at her, leaning in to lick the same path his finger had taken.
Her hips jerked as fire raced through her veins, and he used his fingers to open her folds, exposing her to his gaze. Lowering his head, he ran his tongue over her clit then swirled it in circles around the swollen nub. Pleasure exploded inside her and she moaned, her hips undulating.
Snaking his arm around her, he held her still as he increased his speed. She arched her back, unable to hold herself still, every nerve ending in her body lit up. His beard was an added bonus, and she’d been right to anticipate how it would feel against her.
So. Right.
She never imagined how amazing a beard would feel against her intimate areas, and she was wondering why the hell she hadn’t thought about it before. There was nothing else quite like it, and she reveled in the way it made her feel.
“Fuck, Noah, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
He groaned against her and her breath stuttered as she felt the vibrations echo through her. He pulled away and she started to protest, but stopped herself as she felt his finger dip inside her. He pulled it back out and then added a second finger, and she moaned as he pumped them slowly in and out of her.
Continuing to slide his fingers in and out of her, he leaned back in, setting his tongue into motion again. He was going faster, his tongue firmer, and his fingers sped up to match the pace. She was right on the edge, ready to tumble over, barely breathing, her body held so tensely that she thought she might shatter.
Then he pressed his tongue directly over her clit, rubbing in fast, firm strokes, as his fingers curled up, searching for a spot she never thought was real. But he found something she hadn’t known existed and at the first rub of his fingers, she flew apart.
Her vision blackened around the edges as she exploded, soaring high as pleasure washed over her, the waves nearly overwhelming her. Noah released her hips and they immediately started undulating. He followed her, bringing her back up just as she started coming down, over and over, until she was a weak, panting mess of limp muscles, quivering on the bed with aftershocks.
He eased his fingers out of her, pressing another kiss to her thigh as he started to straighten. She opened her eyes, watching with amusement as he wiped her wetness from his beard with the sheet. In the next moment, her breath caught as he shoved his jogging pants off. His dick was proportionate to how big he was, hard, thick, and standing proudly, and she swallowed hard as she stared at it.
Wow.
Crawling up the bed, he looked into her eyes, and the heat in his gaze made her middle clench again. She hadn’t thought she’d feel desire so soon, not after that amazing orgasm, but there it was, creeping up on her again.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, the words strained.
“You really have to ask? After that, you can have whatever the hell you want.”
He huffed a laugh. “I mean because my beard is still wet from tasting you.”
Her eyes widened as she glanced at it. She hadn’t thought of that, and the idea of tasting herself was a little weird, but she wanted to feel his lips against hers again. “Yes.”
One corner of his mouth lifted as he pressed his lips gently to hers. He deepened the kiss, and she’d been right, tasting herself was weird. But it was hot as hell too, serving to remind her of what he’d just done to her, and she felt her blood heat more as the kiss went on.
He lowered himself to his elbows and she gasped into his mouth as his hardness settled against her. Still kissing her, he rolled his hips, rubbing his dick through her folds, and the heat in her veins turned to fire as her core clenched.
He’d just given her the best orgasm of her life, but she was already burning with desire for him again, needing to feel him inside her more than her next breath.
He reached one of his hands down, brushing himself more firmly through her folds, coating himself in her wetness, and she moaned as the head of his dick bumped her clit. She let her legs fall open wider, and he positioned himself at her entrance. The next moment, though, she was groaning with frustration when he suddenly froze.
“What is it? Why’d you stop?”
Closing his eyes, he let his head fall forward, his breathing strained. “Because I just remembered I didn’t put a condom on. And then I remembered I don’t even have one on me. I haven’t needed one, and it’s been so long…”
Her heart warmed as she gazed up at him. It’d been a while for her, of course, but she hadn’t expected it to be the same for him.
“You said shifters don’t get sick, right? That includes, um, all diseases?”
“Yeah. I’m clean.”
“Well, so am I. And I’m on birth control. I have been since my early teens, to regulate me. I’m good with no condom. Now, get inside me before I explode from wanting you.”
He smiled slowly, leaning in to kiss her gently, and it was almost enough to distract her from where the plump head of his dick was positioned at her entrance. Almost, but not quite.
Before she could get impatient, he started slowly easing inside, and her breath caught as her eyes slid half closed. Pleasure was already zinging t
hrough her body, and he’d barely gotten started. He went slowly, giving her time to get used to the size and feel of him.
She was grateful for that. It’d been over three years for her, and he was a big guy, in all ways. The stretch had a bit of a bite to it, but still, it felt amazing to her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.
He pushed in and pulled out over and over, easing his way inside. He paused when he was about halfway in, and she looked up, taking in the strain around his green eyes and the way he was holding his mouth in a tense line.
Going slow might have been doing it for her, but it clearly wasn’t for him. And there was no reason to keep going slow. She’d appreciated it at first, but she was getting used to his size, and she needed to feel him fully inside her so badly she physically ached with it.
“Noah. Stop going so slow, please. You’re killing me here.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted out, his voice hoarse.
“You’re not going to. Just get all the way inside me. Please.”
He hesitated a moment longer, and she pushed her hips up, taking him in a little farther. They both moaned at the same time, and then he muttered something that sounded like fuck it. With a hard thrust of his hips, he was suddenly buried to the hilt inside her.
“Oh, shit. Noah.”
That was all she could manage, and he opened his eyes, gazing at her with eyes that were a mixture of concerned and pleasure filled. “Are you okay, Lil?”
Her nerve endings were lit up from the bliss of having him fully inside her, stretching her wide, making it hard to breathe, but she forced herself to speak through it. “I’m amazing. Do that again. Now. Please.”
His eyes crinkled at her tacked on please, and then he pulled out until just the tip of him was inside her. Rolling his hips, he rocked back into her with more force, causing her eyes to roll back with pleasure. He repeated the motion, adding even more power, and soon, he was thrusting into her hard and fast.
Her hands clenched fistfuls of the covers as the tension inside her built to a fever pitch. The sound of his hips slapping into hers filled the air, and she was glad the bed’s headboard was fixed to the wall, otherwise they’d be waking whoever was in the next room.
Rearing back, Noah sat back on his knees, raising her hips and changing the angle. With every thrust, his dick rubbed against the spot he found earlier, and she moaned, swearing she saw stars. He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing fast, and after a few more thrusts, she felt like she literally splintered apart.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she moaned, her body shuddering as she orgasmed. Bright pinpoints of light broke up the darkness behind her closed lids, and she couldn’t catch her breath as pleasure overwhelmed her body.
“Fuck,” Noah said, his voice gritty as she rippled around him tightly.
He thrust inside three more times and then he held still, letting himself go. She’d just been starting to come back down, but when she felt him pulsing inside her, his warmth coating her insides, she started soaring right back up again.
They shuddered against each other, and Noah leaned down, pressing his forehead onto hers. Fine tremors were skating over her skin, and they were both heaving for breath. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, her arms and legs wrapped around him, him holding his weight off her, but they were both breathing a little easier when he eased back.
He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, and, arms trembling, he gently pulled out of her. She felt a little twinge as he left her, but it was worth it for the pleasure she received.
So. Worth. It.
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly, getting off the bed and making his way to the bathroom.
Her limbs felt like limp noodles as she shook her head at the ceiling. Holy moly, that had been amazing. It felt like Noah had had a direct line to her body, thoughts, and emotions, and he knew exactly what to do to get her motor running and then exactly how to send her over the edge.
He came back with a washcloth in his hand and he knelt in front of her, gently cleaning her off. She felt herself flushing, feeling self-conscious now that they weren’t in the thick of things. Winking at her as he stood, he went back to the bathroom, and she willed strength into her limbs as she climbed out of the bed, moving to the other one.
Not bothering to put her clothes back on, sure she didn’t possess enough strength left to manage it, she slid underneath the covers naked. Noah came back in and paused when he saw the bed empty. When he glanced over at her, she smiled tiredly as she fought a yawn.
“What are you waiting for? Come over here. I figured we could sleep in the clean bed.”
Noah smiled at Lily’s words, his heart full to bursting as he stared at her. She was rumpled, her hair a tangled mess, her eyes heavy lidded, cheeks flushed with pleasure. Even his lion was still for a rare moment as he watched her.
She crooked her finger at him and his smile widened as he walked over and laid down beside her. The queen size bed was really too small for both of them—he took most of it up on his own—but she turned on her side and put her head on his chest, snuggling into him.
Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed the top of her head. She yawned against his chest, and he smoothed his hand down her hair as his chest vibrated with a purr.
“That was so amazing, Noah,” she said sleepily. “I don’t even have words for it.”
Pride filled him, puffing up his chest. “I agree completely. And I’d say more, but I don’t have the words for it, either. Now go to sleep. We’ve had a long day, and I think I wore you out tonight.”
She chuckled softly, her breath puffing against his skin. “That you did. Goodnight, Noah.”
“Goodnight, Lily.”
Within a few moments, her breathing had evened out and he knew she’d slipped into slumber. He thought he would follow quickly, but though he was tired, his body worn out and his eyes heavy, sleep eluded him as his mind went in circles.
He kept bouncing back and forth between the memory and the past hour with Lily. His lion was driving him nuts, because when he thought about the memory, he became agitated, then when he thought about Lily, the cat calmed. Going from one extreme to the other was wearing on him.
Giving into his memory, too tired to fight it, he frowned into the darkness. It felt like there was something there, on the edge of it, that he was missing. He just couldn’t figure out what it was. Something about the way he’d been in hysterics when he chanted chance.
But he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what the fuck it meant.
Give it time. She’s unlocking you, his lion said, his pacing frantic as he reacted to the memory.
Noah’s frown deepened. Unlocking me? What do you mean?
You’ve kept everything buried. And it’s locked me up, too. But soon. Soon, you’ll know.
What the hell are you talking about? he demanded.
But his lion stubbornly refused to say more. What he said didn’t make sense, though. Noah hadn’t buried anything. For what felt like his whole life—especially considering he only had memories going back to age eight—he’d been trying to remember his past.
The dream he had that night was the first memory to surface.
Huffing a frustrated breath, he winced as his cat shredded his chest. Thinking about it wasn’t giving him any answers and only seemed to make everything worse. The ache inside him and the missing piece were almost overwhelming him.
Lily snuffled softly, turning her face into his shoulder, bringing him back to the present. And as soon as he started focusing on her, the ache eased and his cat calmed.
He’d been right when he told Tarun that he didn’t think the missing piece was his mate. It clearly wasn’t, because he had his mate in his arms, and it was still present. But there was no denying that she made it a million times better.
Like he’d told Lily, he felt like he had control over himself again. He hadn’t felt like that since before Brandon died, and he was in
credibly grateful to her for that. He felt like he owed her so much—for giving him his control back, for being so amazing about what he was, for just being herself—and, if she let him, he’d spend the rest of his life loving her so well and so hard that maybe, he’d feel like he repaid just a little of what he owed.
Guilt brushed him as he thought briefly of Brandon, but it was just a small amount compared to what he used to feel. He was starting to heal, just like Lily was, and he was beginning to think it was an amazing gift that they were doing their healing together.
It seemed that even in death, Brandon was giving them one last gift. He’d brought Noah and Lily together, and he wasn’t sure how she felt, but to him, there was absolutely no greater gift in the world.
Chapter Eleven
Lily studied Damara closely as she, Dmitri, and Liam walked into Lily and Noah’s hotel room. For some reason, knowing the other two men were shifters didn’t phase her, but knowing Damara was one fascinated her.
Damara looked at her, a knowing smirk on her face. “You figured it out, didn’t you?”
Flushing because she’d clearly been too obvious, she shrugged with a laugh. “Yesterday.”
Damara laughed. “That didn’t take you long at all.”
“And what made you assume that I didn’t tell her?” Noah asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Because I know you. And it didn’t take me long around her to realize she was an extremely intelligent woman.”
“All right, enough chit chat for now,” Liam growled, causing Lily’s head to whip toward him. He had a thick Irish accent, and she hadn’t realized he wasn’t American. “Fill us in on what you know.”
As Noah told them what they’d figured out, she opened her laptop and quickly pulled up the screenshots. Turning it around on the bed, she waited as Noah told them about the website she hacked into.
When everyone glanced her way, she pointed to the computer. “I took screenshots of the website before I backed out and wiped the traces of my search away. This is it, as well as pictures of the women being auctioned off, their ID numbers, and descriptions.”
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