Breaking from her mouth, he nibbled at the corner of her lips. “Finish what you started, Olivia, or I’m taking over.”
She dropped to her knees, surprising him with her sudden shift in position. Her nails raked along the sides of his thighs, not enough to hurt, but enough to tantalize, as she towed the last of his clothing down. Eyes widening at his cock bouncing free, she clasped a hand around the base of his length and licked up the underside, giving his crown a firm suck when she reached the tip.
“Jesus Christ Almighty,” he hissed through his teeth when she coiled her tongue around his head. “Olivia, I—”
She swallowed him whole, and his words strangled off at the hot, wet heat searing his length. The sensation enhanced when she swished her tongue along the underside of his erection and delivered suction at the same time. Cajun’s balls tingled, tightening, but the oral felt so good, and it was so fucking hot watching her take his cock in her mouth. He buried claws in her hair, taking care not to scratch her as he watched his dick disappear inside her and emerge wet. A hard suck on his crown, only for her to take all of him once more, and swallowing around him when he hit the back of her throat.
God, I’m a lucky bastard.
He rode out the bliss, barely reining in his wolf and just fighting back his orgasm. Olivia delivered another pass and another, from base to tip, cupping his balls and squeezing them for added indulgence.
Delirious with pleasure, he managed to jerk her off his cock before he shot his load down her throat. She licked her lips, then his tip, and he groaned. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop, catin.”
“Can you rebound quickly?”
As aroused as he was, he’d probably be ready to go a minute after he came. “Normally, yeah.”
“Then cum in my mouth.” She dragged her mouth back and forth across his crown. “Mark me from inside and out, Theodore. I want it.”
He shuddered. That was a request he’d never forget, and he’d give her what she wanted, but he’d make it clear that… “You’re mine, Olivia Scott.”
“Yes.” She grazed her teeth along his sensitive head, and then kissed and licked him, playing with him like she enjoyed the act. “And you’re mine, Cajun. Mine for as long as fate gives us.”
Cajun’s wolf whined in his head, agreeing with her, and she swallowed him again, cutting off his beast’s happiness. This time, she proved she’d been fucking around before. Her sucking became stronger, and her tongue swishing amped up. She sucked hardest on his head, circling her tongue around the tip before she took all of him again.
His balls tightened, ached, and he blew, awed when she swallowed all he gave her. Olivia sat back on her heels, gazing up at him, and everything inside him softened even more toward her. If capable, he’d give her the world, and he’d destroy any enemy that made a play for her.
“You’re damn good at head, catin.”
“Never said I didn’t like sex, Cajun.” She leaned in and nipped his abdomen, right below his belly button, finishing up by licking and kissing up his chest as she stood, the tight beads of her nipples taunting him as they slid across his skin.
“You said you preferred your vibrator. Figured that meant you weren’t into sex, so I wasn’t expecting much.”
Olivia circled his nipple with her tongue, and he clenched her hair in his hand. Despite his release, his cock twitched with interest. “Lately, my dildo has been more satisfying.” A sassy grin curled the corners of her mouth, and devilry glinted in her eyes. “I’m going out on a limb with you, but if you can’t perform up to a fake-dick, I won’t think less of you.”
FIFTEEN
Cajun
Cajun fought back the smile her impertinence triggered. He smacked her on the ass, and she giggled as he rubbed the sting with his palm. Using a hand on the back of her head, he pulled her to her tippy toes and kissed her. He could taste the musk of his release on her tongue, which excited him even more, so he deepened the kiss. She put her whole body into kissing him, rubbing her breasts against him while her hands caressed him from front to back.
“Your vibrator can’t kiss you,” he said against her lips as he bent her backward to recline on the bed. Following her down, he fed her his weight, pressing her into the mattress, his cock sheltered in the crevice between her thighs. Wet heat teased his dick with the evidence of her arousal.
Tearing away from her mouth, he left a moist trail of kisses, licks, and nips down her neck and across her collarbone. Cajun palmed the underside of a breast moments before he sucked on her nipple. Olivia arched beneath him, and her breath rushed out. Her fingers clenched on his head, holding him to her. He moved to the other nipple and flicked the tip of his tongue against the tight bead before sucking as much of her breast as he could take into his mouth.
“Theodore,” she moaned his name, and his length stiffened more.
“Can a vibrator do that to you?” No way he was competing against a goddamn sex toy.
“No.” The word was nothing but a breathy groan. “Don’t stop.”
He moved between her breasts, until both nipples were long and erect, and her thighs clenched against his sides with her body trembling beneath him. “Can you come from just nipple play, catin?”
“Never have, but I’m close.”
Fuck playing around, he wanted her coming on his tongue. He’d test out the theory later, when he wasn’t so aroused. Then and only then would he see if he could get her off with nipple-play.
His shoulders wedged her legs wider, but it wasn’t enough for him. Catching the back of her left knee, he pushed her leg up toward her body and watched her pink folds open wide for him. Her swollen clit was engorged and peeking from its hood, twitching with her approaching release.
Giving her looming orgasm time to fade, he applied a lick to the seam between her pussy and leg on one side and then the other. He sucked her lips into his mouth before circling her entrance with the tip of his tongue.
“Theodore, please make me come.”
The sweet request destroyed his playfulness. He shoved two fingers into her, her channel clenching on his digits, and she moaned at the impalement. Cajun swished his tongue across her clitoris and paused to suckle the nub, repeating the steps as he fucked her with his fingers.
“Ca-cajun. Oh, dear God.”
She bucked beneath him, and he looked up her body. Her breasts wiggled with her pants, and her head bowed backward, rocking from side to side.
Olivia was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. He dampened his pinkie in her arousal, and sucked hard on her clit as he pushed the tip into her ass. She gasped, eyes going wide, and then she came, drenching his hand with her release.
Cajun moved up her body and settled between her thighs. She looked wiped out as he positioned his cock at her opening and pushed inside. Olivia’s pants extended into one long rush of air as she took him into her body, her swollen pussy saturating his dick in her wet heat.
“Fuck, your pussy feels good on my cock.”
“Feels better than my vibrator.”
“I’m gonna make you feel a lot better than your vibrator can.” He began to thrust, and her pupils dilated, almost eliminating the pale blue of her irises. She moved beneath him, meeting each of his drives until they were rocking together in perfect sync.
It took no time before she came again, her passage squeezing him as she moaned. His girl wasn’t a screamer, but she let her pleasure be heard just the same.
He pulled out and rolled her to her belly, his wolf eager to mark her as theirs. “Tell me if I get too rough.”
“Just fuck me, Cajun.”
Oh, I plan to, catin, plan to fuck you until you’re coming again.
Grasping her hips, he positioned her so her knees were beneath her and she was ass up, face down. She didn’t move as he ran his hand down her spine, her breaths raspy against the mattress. Using his thighs, he spread her legs and lined up his cock with her pussy.
Cajun thrust deep, sending her forward from the
force, but using his grip on her hips, he jerked her backward, impaling her on his length. Olivia cried into the bedding, her fingers clenching in the coverlet. He rode her with ragged thrusts, forcing her to take him as deep as he could go, but she only grew wetter at his roughness, the slick sounds of their union noisy and vulgar in the room.
He leaned over her and clenched her hair in a ragged ponytail, using the locks to turn her head to the side so he could see her face. Carnal bliss painted her features, and the whimpers she’d been feeding into the mattress saturated the air. She was noisier now than when he’d taken her in the missionary position.
Her pussy contracted around his dick over and over again, and he groaned.
His balls tightened, signaling the advancement of his climax. Olivia’s throaty whimpers pitched higher, little sobs that indicated another orgasm neared. Tightening his grip on her ponytail, he aligned his chest to her spine, dragging his teeth over the area where her shoulder met her neck. He pounded into her pussy as his teeth tingled and lengthened.
Olivia came so hard she gasped out hoarse moans as her pussy clenched on his cock. Cajun joined her, growling his release as he buried his teeth into her flesh, filling her with his seed, which triggered a fourth orgasm for her.
They remained frozen with him hunched over her, as he rode out the best climax he’d ever experienced. He finally rolled them to their sides, spooning her from behind, with his dick still inside her. Cajun wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as he licked the wound he’d created. The next serious bite he gave her would be claiming her as his mate, and it’d be permanent.
“My vibrator’s got nothing on you.”
Cajun chuckled and nuzzled her nape, but his chest swelled with satisfaction, pleased he’d quenched his woman’s lust.
SIXTEEN
Olivia
Olivia stretched, noting all the delicious aches in her body. The hard, warm body behind her emitted a happy moan, curling around her more like a cat than a wolf. Cajun’s big palm cupped her breast, his fingers toying with her nipple.
Sex with him was like a spiritual occurrence, much better than any carnal experience she’d ever had. The kicker in their relationship was that they were from different worlds, with nothing in common; at least, she didn’t think they had anything in common. They weren’t even of the same lineage. Contemplating their differences was a downer, and there’d be plenty of time for that later.
His morning erection prodded her ass, and she wiggled against him just to tease him, then shot him down with, “I can’t. I’ve a conference call with my agent and publicist in”—she peeked at the clock—“thirty minutes.”
“Tease.”
“You’ve got my nipple hard as a diamond, and each squeeze you give it feels like you’re touching my clit.” Olivia rolled to her back and gave him a mock glare. “You teased first, Benji.”
She had a moment to ponder the glint in his eyes before he straddled her waist and was tickling her. Howling with laughter, she squirmed, but each time she thought she’d manage an escape he hauled her back and tickled her more. In this moment, the wolf damn sure played with his quarry.
Finally, he let up so she could catch her breath, and she swiped her hair out of her face to peer up at him. “Have your business call, Olivia, but after that I want you all to myself.”
“Okay.” Excited by the promise in his gaze, she retreated into the bathroom. She turned on the water in the shower and brushed her teeth while it heated up. After rinsing her mouth out, she leaned against the open door, spying him on the bed gripping the base of his cock as if he attempted to strangle the blood out of his thick length. “Want to conserve water with me, Theodore?”
Cajun shot out of the bed and was in the bathroom before she could scramble for the stall. One of his arms hooked around her waist, and he carried her into a shower big enough to host ten people. He wouldn’t settle for anything but her letting him bathe her, a slow affair that had her so worked up by the time he’d rinsed her clean she would’ve climbed him and humped him right there. Turning her to face him, he kissed her—another slow affair—and she went to work lathering his cock just to get even with him.
Cajun jerked her wrists behind her back and stared into her upturned face. “You’re going to be late for that call.”
Maintaining his hold on her wrists, he spun her around and used his free hand on her shoulder to bend her forward. The awkward position left her with no control, not even to halt a fall if he released his grip on her. His thighs went to either side of her legs, and his feet on the outside of hers. He used his strength to clamp her legs together, turning her stance even more uncomfortable than before.
“Trust me,” he said and then slammed into her pussy.
Olivia cried out, her channel clenching on him at the sudden penetration. “Theodore.”
His hold shifted to just above her elbows, and he used her arms to hold her in position as he fucked her. Fast thrusts that wrenched sobs from her that were loud in the enclosed chamber.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
He released his hold one arm at a time to keep her steady as she followed his command without hesitation. One of his arms curled around her waist, anchoring her to him, as the fingers on his other hand moved to her clit and rubbed hard. Cajun fucked her harder, and she hadn’t known that was possible.
Heat coiled low in her belly as he pounded inside her and worked her clit. But when he sucked on the bite he’d given her last night, she came, a climax so strong she saw stars in her vision, or maybe that was the result of lack of oxygen. Cajun shuddered, his groan loud as he spilled his seed inside her.
Shit, it was a good thing she wasn’t in her fertile period. That was twice she’d let him fuck her without a condom. Too caught up in the moment, she hadn’t given contraceptive any thought either time.
“I love…” He stiffened against her back and then finished. “I love the way you sound when you come. Love the way your greedy cunt squeezes my dick too.”
Olivia turned her head to peer over her shoulder at him. There was a vulnerable softness about his eyes, and he wouldn’t meet her gaze. In that moment she knew that wasn’t what he’d intended to say. She didn’t push him because if he said he loved her, she was pretty sure that’d freak her out enough to walk away. Olivia was not ready for that type of commitment.
Cajun palmed her throat. Using his fingers beneath her chin, he angled her to receive his kiss. Wet hair clung to her neck and face, and his cock jerked inside her.
“Sorry I was so rough,” he said against her mouth, with his thumb swishing against her jaw.
“I’m not.” She intentionally squeezed her pussy around his dick, and he groaned. She’d never been a delicate freakin’ flower, and she loved that he knew it. “I won’t break, Cajun. And I never want anything less than your all.”
He gave her another smooch as he exited her body. Something was weird about his mood, but she couldn’t figure out what it was.
“You’re probably late for your call,” he said as he squirted shampoo in his palm.
Olivia shrugged. She probably was, but she paid them, so they could wait. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
She went up on her tiptoes and curled her hand around his nape, pulling him down for a kiss. God, but she loved his mouth. And tongue. Couldn’t forget that talented tongue. There was nothing hesitant about his kiss, and she decided she was imagining things.
An hour later, she disconnected her call. While she loved the excitement of acting and the thrill of seeing the final product, the marketing aspect was a pain in her ass. Couldn’t take the good without the bad though.
Suck it up, buttercup, and move on. As far as pep talks went, that one came frequently.
Stepping inside the house from the back deck, she found Cajun in the kitchen cooking a batch of pancakes and frying bacon. Barefoot and wearing nothing but a pair of dark-blue boxer briefs, the domesticity of it struck her like a Mack tru
ck. Before last night that might’ve frightened her, but she could get used to having Theodore Gustav Wolfe around taking care of her.
“So,” she said as she approached him, admiring his sexy tattoos. “You kiss good, give fantastic oral, fuck like a god”—that jerked a grin from him and a nod that served as a silent chuckle as his shoulders shook—“and you cook.” She climbed onto the stool at the bar, positioned her elbow on the counter, and rested her chin on her upturned palm. While watching him work, she spun her cell on the countertop. “You’re even a prestigious tattooer. People from all around the world come to you.”
Scratching the stubble on his jaw, he sported a mystified expression as he set a mug of coffee in front of her. “How’d you learn that?”
“Stalked you on the internet while on my call.” She’d meant to look him up the other day, but had forgotten. After sipping her coffee, she sighed at the jolt of caffeine on her tongue. “And you make the perfect cup of coffee. It’s like you’re my personal domesticated boy-toy.”
Cajun chuckled. “That sassy mouth of yours makes me want to shove my cock down your throat.”
“Please do.”
Spatula in hand, he came straight for her, and gave her a hard, fast kiss. “This boy-toy is eager to please his mate in any way she desires.”
“You charming bastard.” She smacked his ass as he walked away, and he gave her a silent warning with a waggle of his spatula and a mock glare. Just to taunt him, she blew him a raspberry, giggling inside at their playfulness. “Anything you do bad, Cajun?”
“Japanese tats aren’t my specialty.”
Olivia snorted. “Great. You’re practically perfect. Imagine how imperfect I feel in your shadow.”
“Catin, from where I’m standing, I’m in your shadow.”
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