[The Shifters Committee 05.0] Sensual Hero
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I cursed as I took off his shoes, having forgotten to do that first. When he was naked from the waist down, I kissed up his thighs, deliberately ignoring his throbbing length and went for his swollen mouth. He withdrew from me suddenly as he cursed.
“Fuck, we left Row in the house!”
“Good, then he won’t interrupt us again. And don’t worry, he is well behaved.”
I kissed him for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of his lips against my own. Feeling his neglected shaft against me, I made my way to it again and took it into my hand. He inhaled loudly as I did the same, enjoying the size of him and his silky skin against my palm. The weeping tip beckoned my tongue and I indulged it, closing my eyes as I tasted him for the first time.
“Tracy,” Marcus gasped, his hand tugging at my hair softly.
I sucked at his tip, sampling his taste before fully going down on him. I never knew giving someone pleasure could be so fulfilling, but I felt myself getting wetter with each inch that entered my mouth.
Drawing him deeper into my mouth until he hit my throat, I loved him with my lips and tongue until I tasted the salty essence of him as he moaned my name.
“Tracy, you have to slow down,” he groaned.
I ignored him and started bobbing my head faster, squeezing his balls gently with my hand as I accommodated his thick shaft in my throat,
“Tracy!”
His precum was getting stronger and it spurred me on, making me increase my pace. Each time his blunt tip hit the back of my throat, he grabbed my hair a little tighter and I sucked him a little harder in return.
My efforts were rewarded with a powerful release as he let go down my throat, and I was only too happy to swallow every bit of him. I kept sucking until he pushed me away gently and I licked my lips as I slowly opened my eyes to look at him.
“Wow,” he exhaled.
I winked, “I totally agree.”
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When we got to Marcus’ home, and not the one on the hill, I gasped at the huge mansion in front of me. It was like a mini palace, and awe inducing too.
I was studying everything quietly as Val grabbed my hand and led me to her massive and gorgeous bedroom, decorated to suit the little princess she was. Her chandelier probably cost more than my entire house!
“What do you two girls want for dinner?” Marcus’ appeared in the doorway.
“Pizza, and fruit salad and a milkshake, chocolate not strawberry like last time,” Val dictated her menu.
She spoke so fast it was hard to keep up with her but her father gasped and clutched his shirt above his heart, “My Valentine would die if she had another strawberry milkshake; I would never!”
“Stop being dramatic dad, you look like a girl.”
Marcus laughed and went to work on dinner while I got acquainted with Val. She had a lot of questions and I responded to all that I could, asking her a few too. It seemed like hours had passed before I excused myself to go look for Marcus with the help of Val’s directions.
I found the kitchen with little difficulty considering the house was like a labyrinth of rooms, but Marcus was nowhere to be found. The room smelled of pizza in the oven though, and I went round to check on it, passing the open laptop on the table.
“What the-” I forgot about the pizza for a moment as I stared at various pictures of me, including one of me with a telescope at the beach. I quickly scrolled down to see some of my social media profiles and work history, even some pictures of my ex.
“I can explain that,” Marcus’ deep voice startled me.
“I am not a criminal,” I frowned, feeling bile rise to my throat at the thought that I had basically stalked him and I might be a criminal of some sorts.
“I never said you are.”
“Then why all of this?”
He sighed, “My house has cameras directly connected to my security detail; any face that shows up in their line of sight is immediately scanned and processed for information. The moment you showed up at my doorstep, my guys were already digging up what they could about you for my protection. They wouldn’t be my personal security if they weren’t so thorough. With my life, you have to understand that.”
I gulped and nodded, feeling a shiver run down my spine, “I suppose I can’t just expect you to trust someone you have just met.”
“Oh darling, I know a threat when I see one, and I didn’t even go through that file. If anything, I was busy checking you out in those pictures!”
I gave him a small smile then it dropped when I thought of the other haunting picture.
“You saw me,” I said as more of a statement than a question.
He smiled, “How could I not?”
I bit my lip, “I’m sorry.”
‘For stalking me or approaching me?” he smirked.
“The former, I will never apologize for the latter.”
“Good, I would never let you anyway.” He walked to me and took me into his arms, “let’s get some food in you so I can burn it later, okay?”
I smiled, “Okay.”
That was the first time I fell in love with father and daughter.
Ch. 7 - Who says showers are supposed to make you clean?
“Marcus, I can’t!”
“Shhh sweetheart, of course you can. Just one more for me, only one more.”
I screamed when two fingers entered me and would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding me up. He was kissing my wet skin as the warm shower sprinkled generously on us, telling me how tight I was and what he wanted to do to me later.
He thrust his fingers gently, stroking my sweet spot and making me sob. I couldn’t take another orgasm but he was determined to kill me softly! His naughty thumb was already pressing against my clit, matching the soft strokes of his fingers inside of me.
“Marcus,” I tried begging but he silenced me with a kiss.
“You’ll wake Val up,” he teased, his breath fanning my lips since he was so close.
He pressed against that spot inside of me and I came apart on his hand, his thumb still rubbing softly against my sensitive clit. I tried to push against his shoulder but he remained in place, too strong and steady for me to move.
“Marcus, I’m dying,” I sobbed, the pleasure getting more intense by the second.
His chuckle vibrated through me as he slowly let me go, brushing a soft kiss against my swollen lips. “I am sorry.”
I licked his minty taste off my lips, “I’m not.”
He shook his head, laughing, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“I think I like the sound of that.”
Ch. 8 - One month later
I screamed when his tongue slid across my clit, dipping down to enter me. The softness of his tongue inside me was an addictive feeling, and I reached down to grab his hair as he proceeded to show me pleasure like none other.
He was unmerciful in his love making, never giving me time to catch my breath as he went to my clit and sucked again. I came on his tongue as it drew fast patterns all over the center of my pleasure.
"Marcus," I said, my voice hoarse and spent and pleading with him to stop and continue at the same time.
His lips were on my mine in a second and I tasted myself, his mouth preventing me from screaming again as he quickly thrust into me. He was a snug fit, massaging my inner walls like no other, and tears escaped my eyes when I thought I wanted no one else, ever. How could I after Marcus Reilly, they would all pale in comparison.
Marcus kissed my tears away as our bodies danced, his thrusts matching the arches of my back. I reached down to grab his butt, pressing myself harder against him as he reached the inner most parts of me. I bit my lip to stop my scream when he withdrew and thrust again, caressing a spot inside me that made me see sparks.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear and fresh tears gathered in my eyes again. "Let me see you."
He slowly withdrew and I looked down to see his thick length covered in my wetness, licking my lips as I thought of kiss
ing it to orgasm. Marcus must have read my thoughts because he shook his head and grabbed my waist, making me come on top of him.
This would do nicely too, I thought, sinking onto him slowly even in my desperation to be one with him. His hands immediately went to my heavy breasts, squeezing and jump starting me to ride him. And ride him I did, enjoying the sound of our flesh meeting as one.
"Tracy," Marcus moaned, his face now flushed and signaling his pending loss of control.
"I love you," I said, crying out when I felt his thumb pressing on my clit and his heat flooding me seconds later.
We rode out our joint climax until I fell on his chest, feeling him begin to soften inside of me. I didn't want to move, so I just lay there for a few minutes as we both calmed down.
"Do you mean that?" he asked softly after what seemed like ages.
I nodded against his skin, "Does it scare you?"
He chuckled, "Hell yes. But come up here and I will tell you something."
I groaned in protest as he drew me into his arms but still facing him. He played with my messed up hair for a second, never taking his eyes from me.
"When my sister died four years ago, I thought I would lose it. Val lost both her parents the same night, leaving me as guardian, and I didn't know what to do."
My hand went to caress his cheek, sharing in his sadness without voicing my own.
"I was wild and reckless, and scared out of my mind of taking care of a little girl. But it only took me a day to realize I couldn't live without her. Those brown eyes made me better, and I hoped I would find someone just as amazing who could complete me. And I wouldn't let the circumstances around me ruin my chance of finding love, or a mother for Val. I'm glad you found me, and we moved as fast as we did, because I wouldn't have wanted to wait for you any longer than a day!"
I laughed at that and waited for him to continue.
"I am scared that you might disappear just as suddenly as you appeared, and take my and Val's hearts with you."
"Marcus-"
"I am not saying you will, but I am still scared. I don't think I could live without those green eyes, or that witty mouth. And definitely not without these lovely curves of yours. Are you even real?"
I reached down and squeezed his balls, "How real is that?"
He laughed and shook his head, "So real I never want you to leave."
"Keep me in your arms and I never will," I winked. "Now enough mushy lovey dove stuff, I am not going anywhere! Let's do some star gazing before the cock-blockers come back home."
He raised a brow and smiled my favorite smile, the dimpled one, "You are seriously going to continue calling Val and Row that?"
"It's well known fact that they do. As much as I adore Val and occasionally love Row, those two enjoy keeping our bodies apart."
He nodded, "Imagine when we have a second child."
"We have to have sex to have a second child! And we have our own 24 hour birth control service."
He sat up and pulled me along, kissing my temple, "You enjoy it when they are around."
I nodded miserably, thinking of how I already missed Val and she was only gone for a few hours, "Unfortunately."
Marcus chuckled, reaching for my telescope, "Come on, and show me how it's done."
"Spying on celebs walking down the beach?"
"Not the stars?"
"Which stars did you think I was talking about?" I raised a brow, "you can't live in a neighborhood surrounded by celebs and not star gaze! How else would you meet the love of your life?!"
He looked genuinely lost for a second and I laughed, "I am joking babe, I meant the real stars."
He looked at me before drawing me in for a long kiss.
"I'm glad I was your chosen star that day."
I licked my lips and nodded, "I definitely agree."
That night, I gave my everything to him.
THE END
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Secrets are Sexy
Chapter 1
Anne
This was not how my life was supposed to be. I was supposed to be designing clothes on my own fashion line. I was supposed to living in Paris. I was not supposed to be delivering coffee to an uptight dragon woman on the 36th floor of an office complex for the third time today because the psychopath got distracted and just has to have her damn coffee steaming hot. No, this was not how my life was supposed to be.
I dip in and out of hallways, eventually making my way to the enormous office complex that overlooks the city. The enormous glass windows let in a tremendous amount of light, and the colorful cubicles give off a creative feeling in the pit of my stomach. Men and women are rushing from desk to desk showing off sketches, swapping paperwork, and locating fabrics. My job in this bright and energetic company is not so extravagant. No, I’m not a fashion designer. I’m just the assistant for Miss. Brail, the head honcho of Brail & Boyars Fashion Enterprises. This is where my years of schooling and interning got me- delivering coffee for the dragon.
In the back of the office complex there is an enormous glass wall; I can see Miss. Brail sitting inside her office from here. She is already brewing hotter than the coffee. I pass by the other cubicles and open up the glass door before entering into Miss. Brails office, keeping my head down as I cross the room to place the steaming cup of coffee on the corner of her desk. “As a matter of fact, yes, you are putting me in an awkward position-” I hear her snap into the phone. Her bright red fingernails make a clicking sound as she anxiously taps on her desk. “No, you listen to me!” she practically shrieks, and I do my best to pretend I’m not eavesdropping. Before I can make my escape, Miss. Brail hold up her palm, a sign that I am to stay put.
I stay put, standing with my arms gently crossed in front of me and hope that her phone conversation will be ending soon because the stiletto heals I chose to wear today are killing me, and I cannot wait to return to my cubicle. “You know what?” she hisses into the phone, “How about you just come and clear out your desk first thing tomorrow!” she pauses and rolls her eyes, “Yes I’m serious!” she slams her phone down and lets out a loud huff. Miss .Brail then returns to her work, angrily scribbling something down with a purple pen.
She forgot I’m still standing here. After a long pause I let out a subtle ah-hem to remind her I’m still in the office. Miss. Brail glances up from her desk, sighs, and repositions her glasses. “Ah, yes,” she grumbles and then starts snapping her fingers as though there is something she is forgetting.
I try not to roll my eyes as I say, “Anne.”
“Yes, yes, Anne,” she says, “This Saturday the Dimitri Twins are releasing their latest Fall line for the public. My boutique will be in need of some new styles for the season, so I want you to go and purchase some designs.”
I bite my lip to keep my jaw from dropping, “Me?” I ask.
“Yes.” She says, confirming what I had just heard. I smile. Before I can thank her for the opportunity she adds, “Believe me you were not my first choice, but I just fired my buyer.”
“Oh.” I try not to grumble.
“Your designs are a bit sub-par, but you’ve given some descent opinions in the past.” She says.
I stare, “You’ve looked at my designs?”
Without making eye contact, she says, “Of course.” She scribbles something down on a sheet of paper and hands it to me, “Here is the information for the show and what sort of designs I would like for you to look for,” she then pulls a badge out of her desk and hands it to me, “this will get you into the show. Do not be late. Take pictures. And, please, do not disappoint me. That will be all, Anna.”
“It’s Anne.” I say, but she does not hear me. I add, “Thank you so much for the opportunity, Miss. Brail.”
She nods half-heartedly; her eyes are fixated on her computer now as she sips on her steaming hot coffee. She grumbles under her breat
h as I am walking away- something about how the coffee isn’t quite right.
My heart is pounding as I excitedly read the scribbled notes that Miss. Brail wrote, and I am incredibly ecstatic to see that I will be looking for some stylish fall dresses to put in the boutique. For me, this could be the deal breaker- this could be the moment. This could be my turning point! Miss. Brail had seen my designs? I didn’t think she ever looked at them. Sure, she had called them sub-par, but they impressed her enough to send me to the fashion show!