He nodded, licked my bottom lip and then disappeared between my spread thighs. Never breaking eye contact, he licked me from top to bottom and then back up until he traced my clit. My body throbbed at a pleasure that was far from simple.
“You taste like peaches and honey.” His words eased the tight muscles in my legs and my thighs fell open to allow him more room.
He settled over my core. His mouth was hot and wet and so sinfully good. A half growl, half moan emanated from his chest. Dante’s fingers bit into my thighs as he pulled my sex tight against his face and devoured. He scraped his tongue against my clit, sucked.
I came off the floor. A low, feral growl rumbled between us. Hands clamped down on my hips and he pinned me in place. My body tightened, wavering on the edge of another orgasm, this one so quick and powerful it nearly hurt. I had no time to retreat, no time to panic. He changed strokes, stiffening his tongue and then flicking.
Stars danced behind my eyes. My muscles clenched with each throbbing beat of pleasure and I let myself absorb each and every sensation. And then he stopped.
I opened my eyes and tried to remember how to breathe—hell, how to speak. “Why’d you stop?” I all but cried.
From between my legs, Dante met my gaze. Moisture glistened off his chin and I knew I should be embarrassed, but somehow I wasn’t because it was him. He licked his lips and smirked. “I don’t want you to climax yet. Let the pleasure build. I’ll tell you when to let go.”
I struggled to slow my racing heart. “How can I not come?”The question was absurd considering a few minutes ago I hadn’t been able to come at all.
“Trust me, darlin’.”
He dipped his head and pressed his tongue into my pussy. Sucking, he thrust inside and caressed some magic spot that sent my blood racing. I bent my legs at the knee and scraped my foot against the carpet.
“Play with your breasts.”
My breath hitched at the order and I found I liked him bossy. A lot.
I rolled my nipple, still damp from his mouth, between my thumb and forefinger, pinched. Little pricks of pain had me sucking in breath after breath. The harder I struggled not to come, the more intense the pleasure became. Darkness wavered. Where instinct demanded I dive headfirst into the abyss, I held back.
“Very good,” he murmured against me, his words opening my eyes and drawing my gaze to the sight of him feasting between my thighs.
He was watching my face, head tilted so he didn’t miss my expression. Drawing a finger through my moisture, he pressed deep inside my core and brought me off the carpet.
“You’re so tight.” His voice was deep and husky, a sexy rasp that pushed me closer to euphoria. “And wet. Fuck, Hannah, you taste so good. I could eat you all night.” He slid in two fingers. Back and forth against my G-spot, he made a come-hither gesture with his digits. The pleasure, like before, was sharp, instant ecstasy.
Screaming, I writhed and cupped both of my breasts, pushing them together. Dante never slowed. Instead, he sucked my clit into his mouth and shook his head back and forth. There was an abrasiveness to his jaw that scraped against my thigh and honed the sensations tightening inside. He added a third finger, twisted and then plunged.
“Come,” he demanded.
I came. Spine arched and head thrown back, the orgasm ripped through my nervous system and left every single muscle quivering. “Yes, Dante, oh god, yes,” I cried.
“Again,” he growled, sank his teeth against my thigh and bit down.
He pushed his fingers deep, curved and withdrew. As if he truly were master of my body, and I merely his slave, another climax stole through me. He brought me to one orgasm only to throw me into another. I came so many times I, the girl who forgot nothing, lost count.
It felt amazing.
Chapter Five
By the time Dante was satisfied, sweat dripped between my breasts and tears of intense pleasure wet the carpet beneath my head.
He rose over my body and crashed his mouth against mine so I could taste myself on his tongue. I sucked him into my mouth and threaded my hand through his wild curls to hold him close. He thrust his hips against my core and devoured my mouth.
His cock was thick and hard, and when I reached between us to undo his jeans, he caught my wrist.
“No.”
Between kisses, I asked, “Why?”
“Because my pants are the only thing stopping me from flipping you over and sinking inside your tight pussy. I’m not sure I’ve been so hard in my entire life. You touch me with those sexy hands and I’m gonna explode.”
I pushed on his shoulders. When he rose off me, I followed. I crawled into his lap and urged him back until he was the one lying on the carpet. I captured his mouth in a kiss. He grabbed the back of my head and held me still for his plundering.
I pulled away and licked a path down his chest, stopping to play with his small, flat nipples. His muscles clenched under my touch. Lower, I ran my nose along the ridge of his erection barely restrained by faded denim.
“Hannah,” he warned and stroked the back of my head.
I looked up at him, let him see how much I wanted him and licked my lower lip. Using the tip of my finger, I traced his cock. “I want to taste you,” I said in a soft voice.
Beneath the material of his pants, his erection strained to get closer to me. He tugged on my hair, lifting my chin. “Babe, you look at me like that with your big green eyes full of innocent hunger and I’m not sure I could deny you anything.”
His words encouraged me. My hands trembled with anticipation as I worked the button, then the zipper fastening his pants. The moment the material parted, his heavy cock sprang free. His erection was thick and long. Through the dark, swollen head of his cock, silver glinted.
Jesus. He was pierced.
I leaned forward and flicked the metal with my tongue. At the same time, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, measuring the girth with a forefinger and thumb that didn’t close around the base of his penis. He was massive. When he thrust inside me, there was no way I wouldn’t feel it, wouldn’t be stretched to my limits. Sex with Dante was going to be completely different. I was nervous, excited and a little bit scared. How would I recover when he decided he’d broken me and left?
“Fuck, Hannah. I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
Opening my mouth, I curled my tongue around the smooth mushroom tip and revealed in the salty tang of pre-come. I flicked the underside of his penis along the ultra-sensitive foreskin and then curled up to play with the metal piercing.
He shuddered, thrusting forward in an involuntary jerk. I hollowed my cheeks, sucked him deep and began a quick rhythm. In and out, each time I used my tongue to caress the most responsive part of him right under the head.
His groan echoed through the room. “I knew you’d be good at this. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you sucking my cock. Your mouth was made for me.”
The knowledge that he fantasized about me infused me with confidence. I stroked him harder, quicker and my pussy tingled with arousal.
“Just like that,” he moaned. Using the hand in my hair, he guided my head in a pace he liked. He was taking silent control, making me submit in a way that made me felt safe and secure. I moaned around him and cupped the heavy weight of his testicles.
“So good,” he praised, stroking the back of my neck as if in reward.
I looked up the line of his body and met his eyes. He stared down, his gaze riveted to the sight of his glistening cock moving in and out of my mouth. The naked lust in his eyes was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I sucked and stroked him faster until he vibrated beneath me.
He groaned. “I’m going to come, babe.”
I moaned in anticipation and flicked the barbell before sucking him into the back of my throat. Hot semen jetted into my mouth, splashing against my tongue, the back of my throat. I fought the initial urge to pull away. I took a breath through my nose, swallowed. He
kept climaxing, my name a purr from his throat as his hips jerked in time to the explosions in my mouth. Each squirt was less than the one before, so I was able to flick my tongue over the underside of his cock.
I swallowed the last bit and pulled off his still-hard erection. Dante gripped the back of my neck and urged me up his body. Legs twined together, I rested my head on his chest, over the spot where his heart pounded. He trailed his fingers over my back in slow, smooth strokes.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked.
I buried my nose in the soft, springy hair on his chest. “I liked it,” I admitted.
After a few minutes of silence, I finally asked, “Did the barbell hurt? I’ve always kind of wanted to get my nipples pierced but was too scared.”
“That’d look hot on you and yeah, it hurt a bit.”
I lifted my chest off his stomach so I could look at him. “The metal stops your penis from expanding, huh?”
His eyes narrowed and the hand on my back stilled. “How do you know about notching?”
I shrugged. “A couple of months ago when Ella and Micah bonded, I did lots of research on demon mating rituals. I came across a few texts on shape shifters, one text talked about the male’s ability to ‘notch’ inside a female without truly shifting forms. One source said the metal helps prevent that happening. Have you ever tried it without the piercing?”
He shook his head. “No. Not something you try for the first time with a casual fuck.”
I bit my lip and forced myself not to look away. I needed to draw some boundaries between us, find out how far he was willing to take this. I wanted him in a way I’d never wanted someone before. Eli, I realized was just a crush.
“Am I a casual fuck?” I asked.
Before I knew it, I was on my back. Dante loomed over me. “You couldn’t be causal even if you tried. I’ve got the taste of your pussy on my tongue. I came in your mouth. That makes you mine, Hannah. Is that what you want?”
Was he asking me to be his…partner? Did I want that? “Yes,” I answered and knew in my heart I wanted everything from him.
“Good.” He rolled us over, his arms bracketing me so I wasn’t crushed by the weight of his body. I laid my head on his chest and let the drumming beat of his heart lull me.
I yawned and cuddled in closer. “What does that make us? Partners, lovers, boyfriend-girlfriend?”
He chuckled, stroked my spine from neck to ass. “It means I don’t share. Label it whatever you want, in my world you’d be my lover.”
Lover. I liked that. My lids fluttered. Another yawn cracked my jaw. “Just so you know, I don’t share either,” I murmured before I fell asleep.
* * * * *
The boom of loud, angry male voices jerked me awake. I shot up to a sitting position and clutched the soft blanket to my breasts. It took me several seconds to realize I was naked and in Dante’s bed. I looked to the nightstand where a lamp still burned bright, and struggled to bring the glowing numbers of the alarm clock into focus.
“She isn’t thinking clearly, I’m not going to let you take advantage of her,” someone who sounded remarkably like Eli shouted.
“Keep your fucking voice down,” Dante said. “It’s nearly four in the morning. You’re drunk, you smell like pussy and you’ve got blood all over your shirt. Go home, Eli, and sleep it off.”
Four in the morning? Shouldn’t Dante be at work?
“I’m not drunk and Hannah’s coming with me,” Eli demanded.
A growl sounded. “The fuck she is, boy.”
I got out of bed on trembling legs and picked up Dante’s green shirt from the floor. I slipped it over my head, my bare toes squishing in the thick, soft carpet as I made my way into the living room.
Chest to chest, nearly eye to eye, Eli and Dante faced off in front of the open door. Cool night air streamed inside and helped ease the testosterone strangling me. I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Eli, what are you doing here?” I asked in a sleepy voice.
Three beats passed before Eli looked away from Dante and met my gaze. His eyes were glassy and his cheek was swollen with what promised to be one hell of a shiner.
“I’m making sure you’re okay.” Eli moved forward in my direction.
One step was all he got. Dante pressed a hand in the middle of Eli’s chest and shoved him back with a not so subtle curling of his lip.
Eli batted Dante’s arms away and got up in his face with his hands fisted at his sides. Dante stepped into him and the otherness in the room gave me the spins.
“Don’t touch me, pussy,” Eli growled.
Through the coarse stubble covering Dante’s jaw, muscles ticced as if he were clenching his teeth. His voice came out in a scary, low whisper. “One more fucking word and I’ll lay your ass out on the floor, you drunk little shit.”
“Eli, as you can see I’m alive, talking and walking. Go home,” I said and hoped to defuse the violence in the air.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” He glared at Dante. “Alone?”
Dante stalked across the room and slid a proprietary hand around my waist to pull me to his side. I turned to him and placed both my hands flat on his bare chest. “It’s okay, babe. Just give us a minute.”
“Babe?” Eli mocked.
We ignored him.
“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Dante moved his hand to my ass, squeezed.
“He won’t hurt me, I promise. I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t like it,” he said, his tone soft and silky now that he was talking to me.
“This will only take a minute. Promise. And I thought you had work tonight—what happened?”
He stroked a hand down my hair and I cuddled into the caress.
“Called in. You looked too peaceful to wake up and I sure as hell wasn’t leaving without you.” He bent, pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues met and I angled my head to the side to taste more of him.
Behind us, Eli cleared his throat. Right. We had company. I broke from Dante’s mouth and looked to the man I’d once stupidly fantasized about having babies with. Eli had his hands shoved into the front pockets of his black jeans and his gaze glued to the tile entryway where he stood.
Dante kissed my cheek, his warm breath fanning over my skin before striding in the direction of the bedroom. Like me, he was barefoot. The sight of his toes was insanely sexy. At some point, he’d changed out of his jeans and put on a pair of loose sweatpants that hung off his hips.
After Dante disappeared, I turned back to Eli. I leaned against the wall and yawned. “What is so important that it couldn’t wait until the sun came up?”
“He’s fifteen years older than you, Hannah. Whatever you two have going on isn’t a good idea.”
Anger heated my skin and sped my heart. I was so tired of everyone knowing what was best for me. “What I ‘have going on’ is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. He’s seen me at my absolute worst and still wants me. He cares about me, which is more than I can say for you.” I pointed to the door. “Get out.”
His jaw clenched but he didn’t move. “We’re friends, right?”
I shook my head, tried not to think about drinking coffee together in the wee hours of the morning while Ella and Micah were out on hunts. We’d spent hours discussing computer programming, demonology and the other random ancient mythology facts I had locked in my brain. He’d never called me a freak and he’d never mocked me. He knew my favorite foods and beverages, used to go out of his way to make me feel included.
“We used to be,” I said.
He walked across the room and stopped an inch away from me. His otherness swirled around me and had a different, more feral vibe than Dante’s. He cupped my cheek and brought my head up until our gazes locked.
“I’m an asshole and I fucked everything up between us. We were friends. I want that back. I want you back. I haven’t been dealing well with the change. When I came out of the hospital, I pushed
you away because I knew I’d never be the man you deserved. You wanted a normal life with a normal husband, not some ravenous beast who looks at you with the single consuming thought of tearing off your clothes and sinking his teeth into your neck.” He scraped a hand over his buzzed hair. “Okay, I shouldn’t have said that last part. Truth is, I love you, Hannah, and I’m asking you to give me, us, a chance. Normal is obviously not what you’re looking for.”
Wow. I heard his words, felt them like a punch to my stomach. “You’re drunk, Eli. Go home. We’ll talk about this later,” I said with as much disappointment as I felt.
He’d turned his back on me because he thought he wasn’t good enough. But the minute I hooked up with another shifter, he was okay being with me? He only wanted me because someone else had me.
Emotion danced in his eyes. “I’ve been drinking, yes, but I’m not drunk. I love you.” He leaned forward as if to kiss me and I shoved him away.
“Dante said you smelled like…”I couldn’t make myself say the word pussy aloud. “Female. Tell me you didn’t just leave some poor girl’s bed to come over to my boyfriend’s house and profess your love for me.”
He opened his mouth as if to deny it and then closed his lips. His gaze hardened. “One fuck and he’s your boyfriend now?”
“We didn’t have sex, but yes, we’re a couple.”
He shook his head. “He’ll break your heart.”
“You bruised my heart—he kept it safe until it healed. You need to leave now.”
“Fine.” He clenched his jaw. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. When you realize I’m the smarter choice, I’ll be waiting.”
“Duly noted.”
Eli turned and walked through the door. I shut it behind him and turned to lean my back against the hard surface. I drew in a deep breath and shut my eyes. A few weeks ago I would have given anything to hear Eli say those things to me. Now they just made my brain hurt.
“I know how much you wanted him,” Dante said in a low, cautious voice.
I opened my eyes and found him standing a few feet in front of me. His eyes were guarded, his face blank. Damn. I hadn’t even heard him move. I crossed the space between us, choosing him. I cupped his hips and leaned in to press my breasts against his front.
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