Sinful Instincts (Woodland Creek)

by J. D. Hollyfield

  “I asked if he knew where I could find a wizard.”

  “Yeah, but you asked for Magus.”

  “If he was able to help me, he would know who I was talking about. Like I said, Emma, this town is full of the unnatural.”

  “Wow!” In amazement, I look around, wondering who else in this bar is not human. As I turn back to the bar, I notice the bartender has returned and is slipping Sin a piece of paper with a bunch of numbers on it.

  “Now, what’s that?” This secret society is getting confusing for me.

  “It’s a location, but the coordinates are written backwards. Wizards have a hard time trusting humans. The location is coded so if I were only human, it would lead me in the wrong direction. Therefore, if I meant harm, it would make no difference if this information landed in the wrong hands. As a shifter, I know the true coordinates and exactly where to go.”

  Yep. Just staring at him. I pick up my refill and slam it. I shake my head and go to grab for his drink.

  He pulls it away, squeezing my wrist. “Emma, stop. I told you, this isn’t a social trip,” he reminds me again, sounding mildly irritated.

  “Well, we got what we needed, so I thought we would celebrate.” He doesn’t plan on visiting the poor wizard this late at night, does he?

  “Emma, this isn’t a game—”

  “Emma? Is that you?”

  We both turn to see Officer Bellaire out of his work attire and dressed in a casual button-up polo and jeans.

  “Oh, um, hey, Aaron,” I greet him. I wish my partner in crime did the same, but he squeezes my wrist tighter while the rumbling in his chest vibrates up my arm. I turn to give him the stare-down, silently telling him not to be rude. I turn back to Aaron with a gentle smile. “So, what are you doing here?” Trying to start up small conversation.

  “Oh, Monday night sports. Some of the guys usually meet up here for the end of the games and some beers. I didn’t know you came to Vider’s.”

  “Oh, me? Yeah, not really, but I thought I would come check it out.”

  Aaron is smiling at me. He turns to say hello to my partner, but the look on Sin’s face turns Aaron’s color a bit paler and he decides against it. “So, well, it was great seeing you. Again, thanks for the free pie today. It really hit the spot.”

  That also doesn’t sit well with Sin, because now he is visually scowling at Aaron. I turn and scrunch my eyebrows, telling him to knock it off. Back to Aaron. “Oh, you’re welcome. I’m glad you liked it. So it was great seeing you, twice in one day!” I try and make light of the awkward situation.

  “Yeah, must be my lucky day. I was hoping you would take me up on my offer to take you—”

  Poor Aaron, he is never going to get that whole sentence out. He gets no further when Sin slaps money onto the bar, making us both jump. Before I have the chance to vocally shut him down, he’s tugging at my wrist he has yet to release and hauling me off my bar stool.

  “Sin, what are you doing?” I squeal.

  “We’re leaving.” He is on a mission, so I turn to Aaron who has a look of complete shock covering his face.

  “Sorry, he forgot there’s a show on he wants to watch. See you around!” I smile and wave then we’re out the door.

  “Jesus Christ, what is your goddamn problem?” I fight to release my wrist from him. He doesn’t stop until he has me around the corner into the alley. He pushes me against the brick building, slamming his mouth onto mine. I want to say I fight, but I melt instantly into his assault. The moan that erupts from my throat becomes a weapon to Sin’s control because it slices into his resolve, opening up a floodgate of determination. And his main objective is me.

  I’m not sure what’s come over him, but I hardly complain. I don’t fight him in any way, but allow my emotions to coincide with his, both craving to tear into one another. This is such unchartered territory for me, lusting over a mysterious man, who just hours ago wanted nothing to do with me.

  At that thought, I pause. “Wait,” I breathe, pulling my head away, my swollen lips parting from his. “Are you sure you want this?” I don’t need him changing his mind in another thirty seconds.

  He grabs my arm from around his neck, bringing it to the front of his chest. Guiding my hand downward, he places it over his very hard erection. “Does that answer your question, Emma?” His voice is rich with lust.

  “Mmmhmmm…” I murmur incoherently. Sure does!

  “I’m going to take you, Emma. Just like you crave me to do. And I’m going to show your body just how much it is made to submit for me.” He brings his mouth back over mine. I sigh into his kiss, losing myself in the way his hands roam up and down my skin.

  When another important fact hits me, I push at him again. “Wait... here?” I ask breathlessly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I mean, we are in an alley.

  “I think it’s a very good idea,” he growls and grinds himself into me. With my body slammed against the wall and nowhere to go, his huge, hard figure crushes into mine.

  As he brings his mouth back down… “But…wait!” I try and stop him again. I don’t know why I’m trying to argue something that I seriously want more than anything right now. “You’re not, like, going to lose control and try and eat me or anything, are you?” Thinking about his not-so-friendly enemy.

  His smile turns primal, the look of a man who has not a single innocent thought running through his lust-filled mind. He bends closer, our noses touching. “I have no doubt that I will want to eat you, and even greater assurance I most likely will. But it won’t be your blood, and you will definitely find pleasure in it.”

  My mouth drops open, rendering me completely fucking silent. Shutting me up, he bends forward, pressing his hungry lips to mine. An electric current courses through us both the moment our lips reconnect. A feral sound travels up his throat as he puts more pressure into our kiss. He presses my mouth wider and inserts his tongue inside. My mind doesn’t work with my body, because I don’t even register myself giving in instantly and forgetting our surroundings. In fact, I wrap my arms back around his neck, bringing him closer to me, leaving no space between us.

  Sin breaks away only to coat my neck with soft but urgent kisses. His grip around my waist is tight while his thumbs continue to stroke my stomach. Without warning, he drops to his knees, cupping my butt cheeks with both large palms. He crushes his face between my thighs and breathes in my sex. I try to pull away, feeling insecure at his bold actions.

  “Your body is so aroused. I can smell it.”

  Oh, God, is that a bad thing? I panic, trying to smell myself. “Oh, my God, do I smell?” I try to push his head away from my crotch.

  “Yes, and it’s tantalizing. It’s so strong, it’s almost strangling.”

  Holy cow.

  It’s then I feel the summer night’s breeze hit the inside of my thighs as Sin slides my dress up, exposing me. “Perfect,” he groans, gripping my thigh, running his thumb inside the inner wall of my leg. My eyes flutter shut, my head falling backwards. Before I have any time to register his next move, he is on me. His fingers are pushing away the thin barrier and placing his mouth where my thong once covered.

  He doesn’t take his time, attacking me like a starved man on a mission. He licks and sucks, teasing and tormenting until I feel I can’t take anymore. It’s then he tortures me some more by finding my center and inserting one thick finger inside.

  “So beautiful,” he moans, his hot breath hitting my core. “So wet and ready for me. I knew you would taste this sweet.” His words vibrate inside me as he pulls out his finger, offering me the ultimate gift of inserting two.

  “Oh, what the fuck,” I cry out. This is too much. His mouth. His fingers. His words. I know he can feel how high he’s making me. He increases his speed as I begin to clench around him. My thighs are trembling and just when I think it’s impossible to feel any more pleasure, he bites my clit just as I explode.

  It takes me a few moments to come back down to earth and when
I do, I realize I’ve lost all feeling in my body. I’m also pretty sure Sin is holding me up right now by my legs. He’s still spreading soft kisses along my inner thighs, waiting for me to report back to reality. “Christ Almighty, how did you learn to do all that?” I puff, collecting my breath.

  He doesn’t even answer. Standing abruptly, he lifts my body with him. Pressing me against the concrete wall, he takes my mouth hard, kissing me with a fierceness that has my insides boiling again. His tongue invades my mouth, and I can taste myself on him. The mere visual of what he just did to me has me moaning for more.

  “That isn’t even the beginning, my sweet Emma. What I have in store for you will have you begging until your voice is so hoarse you will struggle to speak. I plan on learning every single part of this beautiful body and once I’m done, I’m going to start all over.”

  Mercy me.

  Just as Sin catches my mouth again, commotion from the street halts him. We both look to see a group of intoxicated college kids heading into the alleyway to smoke. “Dammit,” he hisses, looking back and forth for a plan B. He catches the light from the other building, a dimly lit door, leading to back of the veterinarian clinic.

  He doesn’t bother asking my opinion on the matter, simply grips under my butt cheeks and carries me over to the door. He proceeds with his lock-breaking technique and before I know it, we are in the veterinarian clinic and he is laying me down on the examination table. Without permission, he takes control and yanks my dress up and over my head without tearing a thread. My mouth drops open, partially in shock, and, I must admit, a little bit impressed that not a stitch was damaged in the process. Just when I’m about to praise him, he grabs my thong and rips it clear off me. So much for not tearing fabric.

  Sin’s clothes disappear as well, and he is on top of me in seconds. I rest my head onto the cold metal as he hovers over me. Our eyes connect as we stare at one another, gaze for gaze. His intensity forms a bit of insecurity in me.

  “What? Why do you always stare at me like that?” I ask, my voice shaky.

  “Because I cannot seem to get enough of your beauty.” He lowers his head, pressing a smooth kiss to my lips. He pulls away then repeats his pleasant assault again. Every word he speaks is a weapon to my heart. Every word he conveys, I feel deep in my soul. He calls me beautiful, but as he lifts his head again, I stare into his amber orbs and I truly believe he is the beautiful one. I want to tell him that, tell him I really don’t hate him, and that for some strange reason, my heart feels like it already belongs to him and this moment was meant to be.

  He doesn’t allow me that chance, however. His knee is nudging my quivering legs apart, and as his glowing eyes penetrate mine he enters me, rendering me silent once again. There is nothing more to say. Just to show and, by God, feel. And the look of determination on Sin’s face tells me he has a lot to show me.

  I’m not going to lie. I didn’t think that monster of a thing was going to fit anywhere near my stuff, but holy amazeballs, does it feel like Heaven as he pushes himself fully inside me. I gasp at the wonderful sensation, feeling him deep in my core. Sin is still watching me, deciphering every emotion that crosses my face. I know he saw hesitancy at first. I know that’s why he’s taking me slowly.

  “Don’t worry, Emma. I told you before; you were made for me. You will feel nothing but pleasure,” he promises, and oh, boy, do I ever. Slowly pulling out midway, he slides back inside me. My body is so responsive and when he shifts, the vibrations intensify with every slow but powerful thrust. “Do you feel that, Emma? That perfection? That’s you giving yourself to me, submitting to the bond we share. You belong to me. This body—it was made for me to take and completely ravish.”

  He pulls out once more and works himself back inside, this time adding more speed and aggression to his thrust. A moan escapes my lips as my eyes close. God, this feels amazing. The way my insides are wrapping around him. I know he’s also affected by our connection. His jaw is set tightly, and every in and out thrust causes his expression to harden.

  I don’t know what comes over me, but I don’t want him to be gentle with me right now. My body is on fire with desire, and I ache for him to pound me into next week. “I think you need to do less talking and more showing me on this whole you’re gonna ravish me stuff,” I breathe, not recognizing my own voice. Not sure when I turned into a little minx, but I’m thankful it worked. Sin immediately wraps his hand into my hair and tightens his grip.

  “You want to see what I can do for you, Emma?” He bends down, his warm breath hitting my face. I don’t speak; I steal a page out of his book and simply nod. I’m not sure I can say much anyway without it coming out as a moan.

  His eyes instantly light up; apparently my challenge is accepted. He slams into me, shifting my body up the table, my eyes flying into the back of my head. Oh, dear heavens, that feels good. Another attack and I am beginning to vocally pant, every thrust a burst of pleasure shooting up and down my body. I’m starting to think this wasn’t a good idea. I should have just believed him. Again. He plunges back into me, another shot of white dots forming in the back of my eyeballs.

  “Shiiit,”I moan, unsure I’m going to make it through this. Just when I decide he’s won and I’m going to scream uncle, he dips down and wraps his mouth around my breast. He slams into me over and over while he sucks so hard, I know he is going to leave a mark. I throw my hands into his hair, not knowing whether I want to push or pull. Of course, my inner hussy takes over and I pull his head even closer to my chest. I’m making sounds. They may be gurgling sounds; I’m not sure, because I can barely focus. I feel like I am having an out-of-body experience based on the overwhelming amount of pleasure traveling throughout my body.

  Just as he bites my sensitive nipple, I lose it. I explode like the goddamn Fourth of July. The orgasm that bursts through me is nothing I have ever experienced. Something I may never recover from. Before I even have that chance, Sin is pulling out and flipping me on my stomach. Lifting me up on my hands and knees, he adjusts himself behind me. “Hang on. I’m not done with you.” And then he shoves into me from behind.

  I am so done for. In and out, in and out. His size, his quickness, his size. I’m not even fully recovered from my last orgasm when the pressure begins to build again. I feel like I’m watching someone else have crazy animal sex, because this is not me. I’m slamming backwards into him hit for hit. I know he’s getting close, because the tightness of his grip on my hips increases. He’s breathing heavy and his continuous grunts, so sexy, are sending me on my way to a third orgasm. It’s when I let go and blow up for a third time that I feel Sin finally hit his own peak and release inside me.

  I’m trying to determine if I am dead or not while Sin lies on top of me. “God, who are you?” His voice is thick with exhaustion, exactly how I feel.

  “I’m just a girl,” I reply, still floating on cloud nine from the best three orgasms of my life. He nestles his nose into my neck, breathing me in. “Do you think you can stop smelling me, though? It’s kind of weirding me out.” And there is no way I smell good right now. After all that.

  “I can’t. Your scent is like a drug for me. Every emotion, every release, it’s like an aphrodisiac I want to shoot into my veins. So addictive, that if I took you all in, it would bring me to my knees.”

  Ummm… Holy hottest thing anyone has ever said to me! So he definitely wins the ‘best line after sex’ contest. I want to say something. Thank you, maybe? But my tongue has all of a sudden stopped moving, and my vocal cords are wrapped around my tongue. I fight a single word out of my mouth, which wants to be more more more, because I want a whole lot more of what he just gave me.

  “What did you mean by we were bonding?” I ask instead, not wanting to look too much like a hussy. I figure if I put a question in between my begging, it wouldn’t make me look so needy.

  “It means you’re mine. My destiny. My one’s promised.”

  Okay, so begging can wait. “Say again. Your what
?” I pull away. “What exactly does that mean?”

  “It means you’re mine.”

  I pull back farther to search his eyes for more explanation. I mean, I would love to be someone’s, but what’s the logistics of being with a shifter? And how in the hell am I even having this debate? A delirious giggle escapes my lips.

  “What’s so funny about that?” I hear him probe as he moves down to seduce my neck. Without complaint, I stretch, giving him better access as I sigh. Yep, I sigh. Obviously not so worried anymore.

  “I’m not gonna turn into a dragon or bear being yours, am I?” Seems like a normal question you ask. “Because I really don’t look good in greens or browns, and I kind of want to stay human.”

  Covering his laugh with kisses, he works his way down my back. “The only thing you’re going to turn into is mine,” he voices, the wetness of his lips grazing between my shoulder blades.

  I take in his confession. My brain isn’t working like a normal person because as his tongue drags down my flushed skin, the thought of him being all mine causes my heart to flutter, my core clenching for more of him. I want to demand for more, but my mind is complete mush at this point. His soft laugh sounds in my eardrums as his tongue glides back up my neck into the crevice of my collarbone. “You don’t have to admit that it excites you. I can smell it—sense the heat pouring off you.”

  Oh, God, everything he says is so fucking hot, I feel like I’m going to combust if I don’t get him back inside me. “God, more,” I begin to moan, but the sounds of movement in the front lobby cause us both to freeze. Sin is in full action before I even realize he’s jumped off me.

  The feral growl building and his blazing eyes tell me his animal side is about to take over. We watch from under the door as lights turn on in the front office. Sin turns to me. “Stay here. Do not leave this room.”

  I nod and he’s off, the hunter now in full force. As he exits the room, I attempt to gather my things. The room dark, I’m crawling on the ground in search of my dress. As I grab an article of clothing on the floor, the door swings open, the light flooding the room. “Oh, shit!” I immediately panic, using the clothes in my hand to cover myself. Realizing it’s Sin, I swallow, pushing my heart back into my chest.