by Jessie Lane
Soft hands cradled his face, turning it until Ezrah faced the woman next to him. Once they made eye contact, she tapped the end of his nose before waving the finger in front of his face in a no-no directive.
“None of that, sexy. Just ignore Greer and focus on me. I’m much prettier to growl at, anyway.”
The comment made him laugh, something he hadn’t done since he was a young boy. However, there wasn’t a chance to let the alarm from the sudden onslaught of an emotion overtake him. With one slow smile across the brunette’s face, everything else seemed to fade away. Then he remembered what the bartender had called her.
“Kinks?”
The woman shrugged. “It’s a nickname.”
“Please tell me it’s because you’re kinky,” he murmured.
This time, it was her turn to laugh. What a glorious laugh it was, too. Her head was thrown back, her sultry shoulders shaking in bouts of amusement. It took everything Ezrah had not to lean over and bite the vulnerable skin of her neck—another strange urge the woman elicited in him.
She shifted her focus back to him, speaking in low tones without bothering to hide their conversation from any of the shifters around them.
“Oh, I’m kinky, all right … in more ways than one. You could say I was born to be Kinks.”
More interested in this one person than Ezrah had ever been in anyone else in his life, he leaned forward and murmured, “Tell me how.”
The woman leaned in, ran her tongue over his bottom lip, and then said, “I’d rather show you.”
That simple sentence was as effective as waving a red flag in front of a bull. Before Ezrah knew what he was doing, he had the brunette slung over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry as he headed for the front door.
No one moved to stop him, but the bartender did shout behind them, “Hey, you didn’t pay for your beer, man!”
The brunette slapped his ass, making Ezrah stop in shock as she laughed, “Put it on my tab, Greer. I’ve got a feeling he’ll be worth it.”
The bear standing guard near the door snorted. The sound spurred him into motion once again.
He gave the brunette’s ass a hearty smack back, causing her to erupt into another fit of laughter as he walked them out of the bar.
After stalking to his motorcycle, he dropped his handful to her feet then growled, “Where to?”
Kinks ran her finger down the middle of his chest. “See that dirt road off to the right?”
“Yeah.”
“Go ten miles down that road and then turn left at the pine tree that’s missing bark on its bottom half.”
Ezrah felt his eyebrows shoot up almost to his hairline. “Got something against your trees wearing bark?”
She ran her finger back up his chest before curling all of her fingers into his pectoral as if she were going to scratch him. “I like to keep my claws sharp.”
She squealed in delight as he grabbed her around the waist then set her on the seat of his bike. As he climbed on in front of her, Ezrah growled, “Just keep those claws in while I’m fucking you tonight.”
After turning the motor on, he revved the engine before backing up to drive out of the parking lot. Once he hit the dirt road his pretty little kitty had told him to drive down, he mentally tracked the miles, on the lookout for the half-naked pine tree. Not that he was in a rush, because the feel of the woman snuggled against his back, her arms wrapped securely around his waist, was enough incentive to drive a little on the slow side. The sensation of her hand slowly traveling lower until it cupped his dick was equally enticing enough to make him wish that damn tree would show the hell up already.
Finally, a flash of light beige in the distance caught his eye. The closer he drew his motorcycle to it, the more his conquest for the night massaged his hard length through his jeans. By the time he was turning onto a second dirt road next to a tall, skinny, bedraggled pine tree that looked as if it was the scratching post for an oversized cat, Ezrah was damn near ready to come in his pants. He was so on edge, ready to lose himself in this woman, that he couldn’t bring himself to care that the scratch marks in that tree were of a damn good size.
As he drove down the second narrow dirt road, it didn’t take long for a little log cabin to come into view.
Bringing his bike to a stop, he scanned the area for potential threats as his feisty, soon-to-be bedmate climbed off behind him. Sensing none, he climbed off, following the sway of those luscious hips as they travelled to the cabin’s front door.
He expected her to stop and unlock the door; instead, she just turned the knob and walked right in. A low growl escaped him at the thought that she was leaving herself vulnerable. His wolf was ready to come out and mark every corner of the house in an attempt to ward off other predators.
The realization stopped him in his tracks, right in front of the open door.
Since when had his wolf ever wanted to mark anything? That was the sort of thing a male did when he wanted to claim possession. The only two things Ezrah had been remotely possessive of in his life were his great-grandmother and his motorcycle. What the fuck had this cat done to him?
While he stood there, staring sightlessly at the space in front of him, Ezrah’s mind raced a mile a minute in a jumbled knot of confusion. From the moment he had laid eyes on the sassy feline in the bar, she had turned him on and driven his wolf nuts, making him want to do or say things he normally didn’t care to. Pearl had told him there was magic that could do that sort of thing. Was it possible the feline had cast some sort of spell over him?
He started second-guessing himself, questioning whether or not he wanted to walk into this cabin and get tangled up with a woman who already seemed to tie him up in knots he didn’t understand. When her panties hit him square in the face, though, filling his nostrils with her candied scent of arousal, his dick shut all those second thoughts off.
Focusing his eyes inside the cabin, he took in the sight of the gorgeous shifter woman already naked, sitting on her dining room table with her legs spread open so he could see every inch of her. She had her little finger crooked, motioning for him to come inside.
Ezrah didn’t care if she had cast a spell on him as he held her panties to his nose and inhaled her scent one more time. He guessed he was about to have his first piece of magical pussy if that was the case.
Chapter Three
Chrissy beckoned her big, bad wolf to come into her home. She wanted him to gobble her up in all sorts of good ways, so the man needed to get his ass into motion.
He had hesitated at the door, as if he might change his mind. Didn’t he know there was lots of sex to be had?
It didn’t take him long to cross that threshold after she had stripped naked and thrown her panties in his face.
Walking through her front door, he used his foot to slam it shut behind him as he stalked closer to where she sat on the edge of her dining room table.
As he slowly closed the distance between them, Chrissy took in every hard, gorgeous inch of him: easily six feet, lovely brown skin, black hair cut close to his scalp, and bright blue eyes that spoke of a mixed heritage of some sort. He was wearing a black leather vest with no shirt underneath, showing off his bulging biceps and swirls of tattoos. The jeans hung loosely on his narrow waist, but hugging his tree trunk thighs. In a word, he was superb, by far the best-looking man she had ever laid eyes on. Now she just had to hurry him along so she could lay more than her eyes on him, like her hands, mouth … tongue.
Holding her panties in one hand, he used his other to point a finger at her accusingly. “I’ve got this feeling you’re going to be a pain in my ass, kitten.”
Chrissy leaned forward, sucking the wolf’s finger into her mouth. She loved the way his pupils flared as she twirled her tongue around his digit before pulling back, insinuating her eagerness to lick something else of his just like that.
Once his finger popped out of her mouth, she murmured, “I’ve got a better idea. How about you be a pain in mine?”
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Wiggling her eyebrows, Chrissy watched as he whispered in awe, “Halle-fucking-lujah. You really are kinky.”
With a cat that ate the canary grin, she licked her teeth in a devious way before responding, “The name is Kinks, not kinky. Now, what are you gonna do about it?”
What little control the man had over himself snapped, and he lunged for her mouth. The wolf’s firm lips crashed down on her own in a hard, hungry kiss. This wasn’t romance or seduction. This was primal lust.
The aroma of their desire surrounded them, filling the air with a heady perfume Chrissy could get high on. She was greedy for this man in a way she had never wanted another male before. It was time she showed him that.
When she pulled away, he started to protest, but she put her finger over his lips to stop him. With her biggest, smuggest grin, Chrissy slowly trailed her hands down his chest, slipping them under the hem of his vest to touch his skin. The teasing touches must not have been enough, though, because the wolf whipped his leather vest off so fast he almost tore the durable fabric.
Unbuttoning his jeans, he stared down at her with a burning desire that said he wanted to consume her. She was all for that, but first, she wanted to do a little tasting of her own.
“You got a name, wolf?” Chrissy slid the zipper down on his jeans as she waited for an answer.
“Not one I like to tell people.”
It was an unexpected response that made her laugh. However, she didn’t laugh for long as she quickly discovered that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The rather large bulge she had spied under his jeans sprung out toward her face, causing her to gasp in delight as she held him in both hands. It had to be the largest penis she had ever seen in her life: nine inches long and almost as thick as her wrist.
Women would write songs about his dick if they saw it. Perhaps worship it. Definitely want to play with it. Chrissy wanted to do two out of three of those things. That was probably why she didn’t stop herself from telling the wolf exactly what she thought of him in that moment when she sang, “You’re beautiful; it’s true.”
His strong hand fisted the hair at the back of her head, tipping it back. “How about you stop singing to it and show me what else you can do with that beautiful mouth of yours?”
A shiver of excitement went down her spine as she savored the dominance in his voice. Deep down inside, she loved that he would tell her what to do in the bedroom. The demand in his voice made her picture a hundred other scenarios where he could boss her around, making her lady bits happy. That being said, the man needed to know that felines liked to have fun in the bedroom, too.
“Don’t you know?” she purred up at him. “Cats like to lick and savor.”
And that was exactly what Chrissy did as she swiped her tongue up the long, hot length of him, tasting him slowly as she took in his scent.
He hissed through his teeth. The sight of the big, bad wolf hissing like a cat almost made her laugh, but stopping would be cruel … to her. She didn’t want to stop unless she absolutely had to, like maybe if her cabin was burning down around them.
Pulling her tongue back down the side of his throbbing flesh, she reached the base of him. She then pulled back to lay a light kiss on the head before swiveling her tongue in circles around him.
The hand in her hair tightened, and the slight prick of pain amped up her arousal. It didn’t take long before he was using that fisted hand in her hair to lead her up and down his length, taking him a little deeper every time.
Chrissy would have happily sucked him dry, but the wolf pulled her mouth off him. Before she could ask what he was doing, the man dropped to his knees between her spread thighs, staring at her intimate folds with an intensity that might have scared another woman. Not her. No, the way he was looking at her pussy right now was so heady she actually spread her legs a little wider.
In a husky voice, she asked him, “Like what you see?”
Chapter Four
That was like asking him if people in hell wanted popsicles.
Hell yes!
Not only did Ezrah like what he saw as he stared at Kink’s spread thighs, showcasing her most intimate folds, but he wanted more. His beast told him she smelled like paradise. His human half was more than ready to find out if the wolf was right.
Pulling his gaze from Kink’s flushed, wet, bare bits, he asked her the only thing he needed to know before he let himself gorge on her, “You comfortable, kitten?”
She cocked an eyebrow at his term of endearment but didn’t take him to task for it. Instead, she slowly moved her hands behind her, bracing her weight on the table. “I am now.”
“Good. You’re going to be there a while.”
That was the only warning he gave Kinks before he dove in to taste her, running his tongue along her folds, lapping her taste up because he couldn’t seem to get enough. No woman had ever affected him this way. Something about that knowledge almost made Ezrah stop, but his wolf wouldn’t let him. The beast wanted the pretty little feline, and he wanted her now.
The sweet, musky flavor of her was coating his tongue, his balls were aching, and all he wanted to do was make her come so he could fuck her senseless. The way he felt was damn near overwhelming. Ezrah didn’t understand why he was amped up more than usual to get inside a female.
Kinks thrashed against his mouth, moaning unintelligible things as he brought her closer to an orgasm.
Circling her clit with his tongue, he brought his hand up and slipped two fingers inside of her, searching for that little bundle of nerves hidden inside of her that would make her erupt like a fireworks show. As he pumped in and out of her channel, it didn’t take him long to find her G-spot. Rubbing against it, he licked her with more fervor, savoring the way he was obviously driving her wild. Good, because for reasons he didn’t understand, she was driving him wild, too. It was only fair to even out the playing field.
All too soon, his kitty’s thighs tightened around his head, her body bucking up off the table as her inner walls squeezed his fingers like a vise. He stilled his fingers but gave her a few more licks to make sure she rode out the wave of pleasure. When her body lay still on the table again, her legs no longer trying to squeeze his head like an anaconda, he stood up and took in the sight of her sprawled across her own dining room table.
It might seem dickish of him, but normally Ezrah didn’t care if the women orgasmed or not. He put in the effort, and either they came because they were into sex with him, or they didn’t. He was never one to go that extra mile. Staring down at her, though, something told him that she could make him run a marathon to make her happy.
Ezrah was horny and confused. He didn’t understand these emotions he was experiencing. What was it about her?
As soon as he thought the question, he shut it down. He wasn’t there to analyze his feelings. He’d come here to have a good time, and that was what he was going to do. Her cabin was small enough to spot a bedroom just off to the side. So Ezrah scooped up Kinks in his arms, carried her into her bedroom, and then threw her in the middle of the bed.
She squealed in surprise while she flew through the air then laughed as she landed with a bounce. When she noticed he was shucking off his boots and jeans, Kinks watched him, seemingly fascinated. She licked her lips as he approached the bed to kneel at the end by her feet.
She opened her mouth to say something, but his patience was shot. He might like the sound of her voice, but right now, all he wanted to hear was her screaming his name.
That thought stopped him in his tracks again, gripping one of her ankles as he stared into her face. Kinks didn’t know his name, so she couldn’t scream it. She had asked for it, and he had brushed her off just as he had every other woman he had been with in the past. The wolf wanted her to know who he was. Why?
Frustrated with more confusing emotions, Ezrah used his grip on her leg to pull her closer to him until she was laid out before him like a sacrifice. Then he placed both hands on her hips to roll her over to her
stomach in a move so quick she never saw it coming, which was exactly what he wanted. It was time to show her, and remind his wolf, who exactly was in charge here.
Grabbing her by the hips again, he pulled her up so she was balanced on her knees with her chest still pressed to the bed. It gave him a damn pretty sight of the nice curves of her ass in the air.
Running his hands over the smooth skin, he pulled her cheeks apart so he could see exactly what he was about to take. She was dripping wet for him, so much so that her cream had spread down to cover her inner thighs. Good. That meant she was ready for him to take her as hard and rough as he wanted.
Kinks wiggled forward, as if to move away from him, and Ezrah brought his palm down on her ass in a warning slap.
“Stay still,” he growled.
“Then hurry up, mutt! I’m dying of old age over here,” she snapped back at him while looking over her shoulder.
His wolf chuffed in amusement inside of him, but Ezrah didn’t let that show. Instead, he took it as the challenge she wanted him to see it as.
Moving slowly, he climbed between her legs, hovering over her body with his arms on the bed by her neck. His cock pressed against her greedy entrance, his upper body pinning her to the bed.
Putting his lips next to the shell of her ear, Ezrah whispered, “I’ll fuck you the way I want to fuck you, kitten: fast, slow—however I feel like giving it to you. And no matter how I give it to you, you’re going to love the way I fill you up. So put your sass away, dig those claws of yours into the mattress, and hang … the fuck … on.”
With that warning, Ezrah slammed into Kinks until he filled her completely. She gasped in delight, throwing her head back so their faces were touching cheek to cheek. The impromptu personal touch mixed up Ezrah’s confused feelings again, but he shoved it all away to pull out of his feisty feline and then slam back into her.
All I have to do is fuck her out of my system, Ezrah told himself as he set a slow, but hard and driving pace. Once he got off, everything would go back to normal again.