by Lauren Dane
“Why don’t you then? I’m here, telling you I want you. Take a bite. Here, let me get that started.” She reached down and pulled her sweater off, tossing it across the room.
He couldn’t have taken his gaze from her if something had been on fire right behind where they sat. She sat before him, exposing all that pale, bare skin and a red, lacy bra holding perky, gorgeous tits.
Gaze locked with his, she reached up and popped the catch between her breasts, freeing them from the bra.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out. Bold. Take-charge sexy women. Heaven smile down upon them because he loved them.
She cupped her breasts, all while keeping her eyes on him. “You wanted to talk some more? Because, Max, you’ve been tossing around all that testosterone for months now and you really shouldn’t promise what you don’t want to deliver.”
His eyelids slid partly closed as desire weighed him down, slowed his movements as he stroked fingertips between her breasts. Her breath caught and he scented the spice of her desire.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said, holding himself in place. Just barely.
She sat, moving forward to straddle his lap so those naked, perfect B-cups stared him right in the eye.
“Only if you don’t have sex with me.”
The heat of her pussy sat directly over his cock. His cock so hard and sensitive he nearly came when she ground herself over him.
“How is it,” he gave in, pressing his face to the hollow of her throat and breathing her in, “I never saw a siren living inside the soft, sweet, feminine school teacher?”
“Maybe you were too busy looking at my ass.”
He laughed, reversing their positions, rolling to get her on her back on his couch as he loomed over her.
“Could be. I love your ass.”
“Didn’t you have a girlfriend like, two weeks ago?”
“We broke things off nearly two months ago. Should I be worried you didn’t notice?”
She snorted. “I noticed everything else. Enough that I thought uncharitable things about this woman I’ve never seen.”
Satisfaction warmed his belly that she’d been interested enough to be jealous of a woman who he could barely remember at that point. He touched her lips quickly with a fingertip. “There’s no need. I broke it off because I knew I was interested in someone else.”
She slid her hands up under his shirt, digging her nails into the muscles of his back. “More interest please.”
“You’re going to scar my fragile psyche with your pressure to go all the way.”
Her face lit with amusement. “You can just put the tip in. If it’s too much you can stop. I promise it won’t hurt.”
Laughter shook his sides as he dipped down to steal a kiss. But she gave it freely, holding him to her body, rubbing against him.
“I’d planned…” he paused to lick over each nipple. Her groan echoed with his, “…to take my time with you. To woo you before we had sex.”
She reached down, getting his jeans opened up. “I hate that plan. I think the new plan, unless you truly don’t want to have sex with me, should be having sex with me. We’re adults, I don’t think you’re going to marry me tomorrow morning because we get down.”
He laughed, rolling off and springing to his feet. He would marry her in the morning if he knew she wouldn’t run away from it. That would wait. For a while. “Christ in heaven you look sexy lying there on my couch, your skin flushed, your nipples hard and dark.”
He held a hand out to her, helping her up. “Come on then.” He sighed dramatically. “Clearly you’re a nympho and need some of my special medicine for it.”
“Well it’s about time.”
Leading her upstairs, he pointed things out on the way. “Guest bedroom there. Home office to the left. Full bath. Powder room downstairs just south of the kitchen.”
“All kidding aside, Max, your house is lovely. I like it.”
He smiled as he turned, sweeping her off her feet and jogging the rest of the way to his bedroom. “Glad to hear that. I want you here, which is easier when you like it.” He tossed her on the bed.
“There’s more than one way, you know. You can keep me coming back with lots of great sex.”
He laughed, pulling his shirt off one-handed. “Single-minded. It’s a good trait.”
Chapter Five
Holy wow, was he gorgeous. His upper body was beautiful. Muscled, fit. His skin called out to her fingers, her mouth. She gave in, moving to him, needing to touch.
“I’d say something like, how’d you hide this body under your clothes. But I’ve been watching you enough to know this body was there. Only now that I see it, it’s even better than I’d imagined.”
He leaned into her touch, moaned at her caresses. But he froze in place when she rubbed her cheek over his chest.
She leaned away from his body to look up into his face. Suddenly feeling awkward. “What? Did I hurt you?”
“No. Not at all.” He kissed her, reassuring her. “You rubbed your scent on me. Marked me. It’s…” He hesitated a moment. “It’s very intimate.” His hands went into her hair, sliding through it until he stopped to gather and tug. “And submissive.”
She swallowed, hard, knees nearly buckling at the sensation. “Oh. It just seemed like the thing to do.”
He pulled her hair to draw her head back, exposing her neck. She closed her eyes, letting herself float. His mouth cruised, finding a spot he seemed to like a lot, where neck met shoulder. She liked that spot too.
“You taste like everything I love the most. Spicy. Your magick makes my cock hard, Kendra.”
He was pushing all her buttons so hard she thought it a good possibility she’d come the second he got anywhere near her clit.
So big and raw there, he stood over her, backing her to his bed. When she’d fallen, body splayed on his mattress, his hands went to the button of her jeans.
As he made quick work of them, she kicked off her shoes, helping him get her jeans peeled off.
The way he paused and then growled brought gooseflesh, but in the best sort of way. “Tattoos and a piercing. Each layer I peel back gives me an even sexier woman. It’s intoxicating.” He breathed it out as he ran his hands all over her, from ankle to neck. Tugging on her belly button ring, leaning down to lick over the words on her side. Kneading and caressing, leaving her a mass of goo, primed and ready to be ravished.
He moved like the cat he was. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. From the glory of masculinity at its most perfect. “My God, look at you.”
His skin was burnished bronze. Stretched over hard, flat muscle that bunched and flowed with supreme grace that didn’t blunt the predator inside. His power vibrating from him, humming nice and low in her belly. Everything in her turned to him, paid attention to his presence.
His hair was close cropped, only emphasizing the masculine features of his face. Big, wary eyes. So brown at times they were black. He had this way of looking at her and ripping everything away. He saw right into the parts of herself even she didn’t want to examine.
His cheekbones were high, an elegant rise on his otherwise rugged features. His mouth was an epic fucking poem. Tempting her more than she’d ever been tempted. He kissed her hard, breaking away with a snarled, “The scent of your pussy drives me mad.” He fell to his knees, hauling her ass to the edge of the mattress and taking a long lick while she still reeled with his words.
She arched, back bowed as a groan ripped from her lips.
“Your clit is pierced?” He spoke, his lips still against her pussy, the vibration of his voice passing through her, bringing her a tiny bit closer to climax.
“No,” she squealed out when he tugged on the ring in her clitoral hood with his teeth. “No, no I didn’t mean for you to stop.” She grabbed his head, holding him in place. “I meant not my clit. The hood.”
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said before flicking his tongue over it, sending bolts
of bright pleasure through her body. “Did it hurt?”
“Yes.” She paused, letting herself revel in the way he made her feel. “But sometimes, I like that.” It had been the first time she’d said it aloud. It was that edge of pain she found herself responding to when she got ink or a piercing.
He groaned, digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass. His tongue swirled through her pussy, fucking into her body only to move up and tease her clit with featherlight flicks.
Climax built, hotter and hotter, closer and closer to the edge until he sucked her clit and the ring into his mouth with just exactly the right amount of pressure. Her fingers dug into the blankets beneath her body as she rode the pleasure tearing through her.
He turned, nuzzled her thigh, nipping it.
Still intoxicated with the taste of her pussy, Max leapt up onto the mattress, rolling her, enjoying the boneless weight of her body against his. “I want your taste.” He licked over the line of her collarbone.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed agreeably. “You have pants on.” Not so agreeable this time. One of her eyes opened and then she turned to face him.
“Your eyes go all green when you’re pleasure drunk. Your scent changes, deepens, your magick warms against me as I touch you. Clings like gossamer.”
“Wow, you’re so good. You must have totally gotten pussy. Like all the time.”
He laughed, unbuttoning his jeans and getting them and his boxers off so he could return to her as naked and as quickly as possible.
“No comment other than to thank you for the compliment and to say it’s still my plan. I happen to like yours very much.”
She rose up, laying kisses across chest, licking over his nipples. “Speaking of tastes, I like yours.”
He watched, as she moved down his chest. He’d known they’d have great sexual chemistry, but this was more than great. What they had was combustible, nuclear, off the charts, flat-out perfection.
Inside her was a warrior woman, fiercely protective of those she considered hers to protect. She would stand at his side in all things, hold him accountable to be the best leader his jamboree could ask for.
And sexually submissive. Given the unnamed trauma of her past, he hadn’t been expecting that. Given that trauma though, he’d take it with extra care. Each layer he peeled back he found something else unexpected and beautiful about her. Or just plain hot like the clitoral hood piercing.
All that was lost when she licked from his navel to the head of his cock. The wet heat of her mouth drove him insane. Slowly, she took him deeper and deeper. Her tongue sliding around the head.
“Fuck.” He may have growled it, but he couldn’t be sure. “That’s sooo good. Right there, yes, harder.”
She made a sound and the scent of her rose, pushing him closer to the edge. She liked the dirty talk. Good. He did too.
“I’m going to come and while the idea of coming in your mouth isn’t one I dislike by any measure, I want to be buried deep in your pussy when I come. Little witch.” He hissed as she kissed down the line of his cock, licking over his balls.
Her eyes opened and focused on his as she bent over him, her gorgeous ass swaying as she did.
“I think I told you what I wanted.”
She blinked, slowly coming out of her pleasure-infused haze. He would have worried he’d pushed her too far, but she smiled then, straightening.
“That so?”
He took her upper arms, watching as her pupils swelled, swallowing up most of the color in her eyes. “Mmm hmm, that’s so. I want to lie back and watch you above me. I know your pussy is nice and slick.”
She let out a shaky breath as she moved to straddle him again. Oh yes, this was going to work out so very well.
She grabbed his cock at the root, angling it against her pussy. She hummed low, the sound laced with pleasure and tension. “Condom?” she murmured.
“You and Renee don’t, um, compare notes?” Damn it, her breasts were so beautiful. He cupped them, flicking his thumb back and forth over her nipples.
Her dreamy look faded a bit and her lip curled. “If you tell me you’ve had sex with my sister I’m so out of here.”
He laughed. “No. I love Renee, but not like that. I mean, we don’t carry STDs and you’re not ovulating.”
She frowned, though she continued to hover, the head of his cock bathed in the wet heat of her gate. “Sexy. For the record, Renee does not share the details of her birth-control situation with me. Though, you de La Vega boys have quite the reputation.”
“You still with me here? We got a go for launch?” Even he heard the strain in his own voice. He wanted inside her so badly his hands may have shaken if he hadn’t been rolling and tugging on her nipples.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He angled himself and thrust up into her body, the shock of it, of how tight and slick she was nearly sent him over the edge.
She moaned and then, while her gaze was locked on his, began to circle her hips. “Now that’s sexy.”
Not as sexy as what he was looking at. In addition to the spectacular tits, an ass that went on for days and that face of hers, the ink on her sides, curling up and around her stomach, turned him on beyond measure.
The dangling jewel in her navel ring and the one in her pussy drove him nuts. He pinched her clit, gently, tugging on the ring every once in a while, just to watch her face change, to see her nipples darken, her eyes grow glossy.
“You’re what’s sexy. Gorgeous. Your pussy feels so good I may die from it. But I’ll die happy.”
“If you die, I can’t have sex with you. People tend to look down on that sort of thing.”
“Very good point.”
She moved over him as he watched her, content to get his fill of each curve as his gaze roved over her body. She was graceful and strong and he couldn’t seem to get enough. Good thing he was a patient man and could happily spend the next decades filling himself of her.
She hadn’t been so full, well ever. It was the combination of the girth of his very fine cock and the way he looked at her. Looked at her like there was nothing else in the room worth looking at.
Every part of her he touched was on fire for him. And the way he touched her! It pushed her buttons in a big way. Dominant. Sure. Just an edge of rough, but still clearly play and not meant to harm.
All that muscle, all that coiled power and strength, and he used it to play. To incite and turn her on.
She found herself smiling down at him and those eyes stared back. They were dark, but not a flat darkness. A darkness filled with promise, with endless energy and strength.
His hands on her body stroked, soothed and excited at once.
Needing more, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders. The change in angle brought the line of his cock to brush against her clit and the ring, sending shivers of pleasure through her over and over.
“Fuck, fuck, your cunt is squeezing my cock so tight. So good. I’m nearly there and you need to be there with me.”
She closed her eyes a moment, getting ready to deny it was possible. And then he reached between them and flicked a finger back and forth over her clit and made her a liar.
She gasped, sucked under by the intensity of climax with him so deep inside. Dimly, she was aware of his snarled chant of her name, his fingers digging into her thigh, the flex of his abdominal muscles as he thrust up into her over and over until he pressed one last time and came.
“Good thing you’re strong and stuff, because I wouldn’t be able to move on my own steam for another few minutes.”
He chuckled, moving her beside him on the mattress, keeping his arms around her.
He traced over the symbols on her skin. “What are these?”
“Protection spells. Runes. Words of power.”
“Is this something all witches do? Does it work?”
How could she explain it? How the ink had given her power and control over her situation once she’d walked out on her broken marriage?
“I like to think so. They’re frowned on in many circles.” She stretched and smirked when she caught him staring at her boobs.
She moved to sit up, but he tightened his arms around her. When she nuzzled into him, tasting the salt at his neck, he actually purred. Like a full-body vibrating purr.
“I like that,” she said, her face still buried in his neck. For all his cuddly ways, she’d seen him in full battle mode, knew he was more than a human man. A big cat lived inside him. And yet, he held her gently, purring. Lord, he got to her.
Of course he purred! Was she crazy? He’d just had the best sex of his life, with a woman he was totally convinced was the one and she nuzzled his neck. He loved the way she felt, the scent of sex and magic mixing in the room.
She felt right. They felt right. It pleased him, even as she stirred everything inside.
“I don’t purr for just anyone, you know. Now, you have this way of lobbing a bomb and then skirting away, changing the subject and rubbing on me. This is distracting, to say the least, as your parts were made for rubbing. So, what’s frowned on?”
“A lot of witches of Rosemary’s generation and older have lived in fear of exposure. Of being misunderstood. I’m sure you understand this.”
And he did. So he nodded.
“We learn from each other, from our mothers and fathers, from cousins and friends. We’re insular.”
That was another thing he understood firsthand. Cats were one of the more insular shifter groups. And it meant great suspicion toward outsiders.
“What I wear on my skin is not solely from my own tradition. There’s magic older than what Rosemary and my mother were taught by my great-grandmother. My grandmother has no magickal gifts, though she grew up with magickly gifted people so she nurtured that within my mother and aunt.
“A few years ago, I realized there was more to my gifts and powers than what I’d been taught. After I got divorced I spent a lot of time simply learning about myself, about what I was and who I was. I started reading, seeking, learning from other traditions.”
“And some in your community are threatened by that.”