Switch of Fate 2

by Grace Quillen

  The touch of Goldie’s lips nearly undid Flint. Her darting tongue flicked at his skin, warm and wet, and she sighed like she loved the flavor just before she wrapped her whole mouth around the head of his cock and sucked him deep. A growl started in his balls and made its way out his throat to greet her. Flint looked down at Goldie bent over his dick and wanted to tear the bed frame to pieces to get at her. He groaned as he let his head fell back to the bed again.

  Goldie must have thought he was in pain. Her sympathetic but sassy voice washed over him. “Poor bear. Let’s see if I can take your mind off it.”

  Flint choked out a reply, his gut clenching with the desire to be back in her mouth. “No hurry.”

  But the next second he felt Goldie climbing on the bed, and he had to lift his head to watch. No way was he missing this picture. But she didn’t go straight to riding him as he’d suspected she would. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Goldie was aiming higher.

  Sensual as a cat she crawled up his torso, not even stopping to kiss him as she planted her hands on the wall above his head. Flint realized what she was doing just as her scent hit him. Lush, fresh, with the same herbal notes but Bear almighty, fuck, so sweet he wanted to drink her down deep. His eyes met hers, urging her on as her knees came to rest beside his ears, her feet hooking under his bound arms. She smiled greedily down at him. “There. That help?”

  Flint couldn’t answer immediately. He was caught up in her sweet scent, in the sight of her soft pink flesh just inches from his mouth. If there had ever been a moment in his life he was more grateful for than this one, he couldn’t think of it. “You’re perfect, Goldie.” And then he tasted her.

  Teasingly at first, raising his head to nuzzle his nose against Goldie’s downy curls and let his hot breath caress her skin. Flicking his tongue out for the barest taste of her honey on her lips as she gasped above him. “More.”

  You have no idea, Pumpkin. Wishing he had the use of his arms to hold her to him, Flint gave another teasing flick of his tongue and was rewarded with a gasp and a whine. He felt Goldie’s slender fingers caress his forehead and slip into his hair, then curve in a grip that had his follicles crying foul. Flint’s eyes opened inquiringly to see Goldie looking down at him with her jaw clenched. “Quit screwing around, bear, or I’ll go back to hunting bloodsuckers.”

  With a growl that made her gasp, Flint gave her what she wanted. One strong lick and his tongue found her clit, sucking it into his mouth as Goldie squealed and wriggled above him, her mouth going wide with helpless arousal. She rode his face with abandon, one hand planted on the wall as the other pinched and rolled each of her nipples in turn.

  Her pulsing power built under his tongue, her flesh spasming as she ground against his lips and shook with lust. Goldie cried out over and over, her forehead knotted as if in fear or confusion as her hips jerked and fuck, goddamn, Flint was drowning in her but he’d never been more content. Licking, sucking, teasing, pressing, finally curling his tongue against her grinding clit and listening with primal male satisfaction as Goldie went off like a firecracker, screaming in abandon, her sweet release covering him in bliss.

  For a few breaths she said nothing, only sighed and panted above him, her hips twitching against him every few seconds as Flint continued to gently tend to her with soft licks and caresses, his own happy-meter off the fucking dial. He had almost climaxed when Goldie did, just from the sounds, smells, all the sensations surrounding him, but had held back with an iron will. One orgasm wasn’t going to satisfy this switch’s Prowl. Not by a long shot.

  Above him Goldie seemed to come to, her blue eyes fluttering open, an expression almost like fear crossed her face as a moan escaped her mouth. “More. I need more.”

  Flint used his tongue to tease her still-hard clit and heard another moan from above him. He smiled against her sweet softness. “I’ve got plenty more for you, Pumpkin. Take what you need.”

  At once she was scrambling down Flint’s body, blonde hair and perky breasts bouncing as she threw one petite leg over his torso, her lower lips trapping his shaft, pressing it against his belly. She swivelled her hips and gasped and Flint knew why; the swell of her clit pressed against the underside of his cock. Throbbing against him as she slid back and forth. “Come on, Goldie. You can do better than that. Let me inside.”

  His heart was hammering as he teased her, but Flint knew they weren’t out of the woods yet. If anything distracted Goldie she could be off on the hunt and he’d have no way to chase her down or alert anyone else to the danger. Plus he’d be sporting the biggest case of blue-balls this side of the Mississippi.

  Goldie rocked her hips again once. Twice. Spreading her sweet honey up and down Flint’s shaft until he thought he’d go crazy with the wait. Then she rose up on her knees, took him in hand, and pressed the tip of his hungry, hard cock at the soft give of her entrance.

  And stopped.

  No no no no no, what the fuck is wrong? Flint searched Goldie’s face for why she’d hesitated and saw her looking back at him, searching his face, with an expression of confused concern. His heart cracked open and Flint said what he thought would reassure her. “Do it, Pumpkin. I want you to.”

  With a shuddering cry she sank down on him, her eyes never leaving his. The sweet slide of her warm, wet core gripped him, surrounded him like the softest velvet and Flint gritted his teeth to keep from uttering every curse word he knew because holy fucking shit this had to be Heaven and they were gonna kick his sorry ass out if he didn't watch his filthy fucking mouth. His muscles tensed and contracted and the bedframe creaked until he backed off but oh fuck nothing had ever felt so good as sweet, lovely Goldie taking his cock into that perfect little honey pot and moaning like she loved it as much as he did.

  She leaned back, her hands braced on Flint’s thighs, and rode him hard, hips undulating in a primal, frantic rhythm. Flint was rapt, his eyes locked on the view of her sweet pink flesh engulfing his dark purple shaft, on the little wrinkle between her eyebrows that said she was close to climaxing again. Flint wished his hands were free so he could push her over the edge.

  Goldie pumped her hips on his, the look on her face as their eyes met one of pleasure so intense it was almost pain, gasps and mewling moans rushing out of her trembling lips. “You feel so good. So big. I want more.”

  Flint was holding on by a thread, the knowledge of Goldie’s pleasure the perfect cherry on top of the way she rode his dick. He gritted his teeth and held his lover’s gaze. “Take it. Take everything.”

  It seemed to be just the encouragement she needed. Without missing a beat Goldie planted her feet next to Flint’s hips, both hands on his chest, and slammed her body against his. She was wild, uninhibited, working him ruthlessly, squeezing him deep, a breathless moan on her lips with every plunge. But her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. Flint knew she needed more.

  He couldn’t touch his woman with his hands, but he could still guide her. Push her to and over the edge just the way she needed. Make her feel it.

  Flint braced his unbound feet against the bed and speared high into her core as she slammed down hard against him. Goldie’s eyes flew open and she gasped, smiled like a cat in a canary store. Flint grinned back. “You feel that? That’s all yours.”

  Her smile spread, a flush taking over her breasts as Goldie swivelled her hips on his. “All of it?” He pushed up once more, his cock surging to rock-hard when Goldie’s eyes fluttered closed and her mouth opened wide. “Oh. Flint. Do it again.”

  She couldn’t have stopped him if she begged, not when she’d just said his name in that sweet-hot tone. Flint blocked out the pain in his still-bound arms, braced his feet, and bounced Goldie on his cock as she screamed and held on tight, her fingernails digging into his chest, her hot, wet core pulsing with a power that dragged him to the edge, but he wouldn’t go over without her.

  Her moans were wild and she begged for more, leaning over and pressing her mouth to his, sucking his ton
gue deep as he speared high and hard inside her with everything he had. Sweat poured off of Flint’s body but he wouldn’t stop. Not ever. Not while Goldie needed him.

  She broke rhythm, a desperate look on her face as she backed just inches away, eyes locked on Flint’s, and ground against him. Goldie worked her hips like a fucking butter churn, grinding, sweeping, pressing hard so he felt himself deep inside her, stretching her with every continued thrust into her sweet heat.

  Then, with a gasping breath, he felt it. Her climax pulsing, clenching, drawing at his plunging cock. Flint groaned. He wanted her breasts in his mouth. Wanted all of her pressed against him, inside him, around him,

  As if she could hear his thoughts even through her bliss, Goldie leaned down. Her blue eyes caught his for just a split second before their lips met, greedy and demanding, generous and giving. It was more than Flint could do to hold back. With a mighty growl that turned into a roar he thrust once, twice more into Goldie’s welcoming core, spilling into her with all the love and devotion he felt in his heart. Her mouth against his was gasping, mewling, dripping words of satisfaction into him, all over him. “Flint. Yes. So good.”

  But even through the fog of his blissed-out brain, Flint knew they were racing the clock. She was going to need him again, and soon. With a flex of his hips that made them both gasp, Flint snagged Goldie’s attention and spoke in the sexy growl he knew she liked. “Now set me free, Goldilocks, and I’ll show you all the ways I can make you feel just right.”

  Chapter 33 - Keep The D Handy

  Goldie lifted her head, her chest still heaving with gasps. He wanted her to what? Oh, yeah. The chains. Goldie pushed up on Flint’s chest, his hard length still inside her, and moaned. Lordy, this man was perfection. Goldie wasn’t nearly done with him. She gave her hips a slow, grinding twist and the magnificent man beneath her moaned as well. “Goldie. The chains. Now.”

  He growled on the last word and Goldie shivered in response. “Don’t do that growling thing. It makes it hard to concentrate.” She rocked on him again, gasping when he grew thicker, bigger inside her.

  Flint wasn’t having it, though. He blew in Goldie’s face and smiled over a grimace. “Come on, Pumpkin. Don’t make me break the bed.” He was trying to be funny but for the first time the pain beneath his words registered in her brain. The chains were hurting him? And she’d made him keep them on? Guilt and dismay pulled at Goldie. Out-of-control didn’t even begin to describe a Prowl. More like taken over by homicidal nymphomaniacs. Thank heavens Flint had been with her or who knows what would have happened.

  Goldie reached to one side as quickly as she could, unwinding the heavy chains from around the bed and Flint’s right wrist, trying to avoid the strange oily tendrils that were air-but-not-air, liquid-but-not-liquid, as they snaked out from the surface of the chain and touched Goldie’s fingers. They didn’t hurt, exactly, but she didn’t like it. They made her sad, somehow.

  A rush of heat burned through her body and Goldie squirmed in place, impaled on Flint’s steel shaft, the fever to move taking her over. A relieved whimper escaped her when he was finally able to pull the one hand free, and Goldie stopped helping to give another roll of her hips. Heavens to Betsy, it was like her soul was on fire, her insides consuming her into something she never knew she could be, craving a soothing that only Flint could provide.

  She heard a metallic clink and looked up to see Flint making quick work of the chains on his other arm, hissing with every touch as if they burned his fingertips. The moment the metal links were loose enough he yanked his hand free, rubbing the wrist and flexing his fingers before grabbing Goldie’s backside and pushing her down hard on his turgid cock inside her. “Fuck, you make me crazy.”

  Goldie braced her hands on Flint’s biceps, feeling the rock-hard muscles flex beneath her fingers as he rocked her back and forth once more on the hot hardness of him. On the bedside table Flint’s phone chimed, Bryce’s face appeared, and all at once the rest of the night came rushing in on Goldie. The car wreck. The hospital. The Undoing. And the one who got away. “Darby!”

  Without missing a beat Flint snagged the phone and swiped right, pressing a finger to her lips and then returning his hand to her backside. “What’s up, B?”

  He listened for a moment, snarled into the phone, “Check IMDB, I’m busy,” and hung up, practically tossing the phone back to its resting place.

  Both hands free, Flint once again gripped Goldie’s flanks and speared high inside her, stretching her so deep that pleasure rubbed up against pain. “They’re fine. Vlade must have been vluffing.”

  Goldie started to laugh, but it became a moan when Flint ground her pelvis against his. Then all at once he lurched to sitting, wrapping both arms around Goldie and pressing her to him, turning the two of them so that Goldie was on her back, her body covered with his. His warm chocolate gaze somehow managed to appear both hard and soft as he looked into her eyes. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”

  Goldie shivered, her nipples tightening painfully hard, feeling somehow both vulnerable and sheltered in his arms. But isn’t this what you said you wanted? A man with the confidence to take charge when it was necessary, and the skill to do it right? Goldie’s heart fluttered so hard it reverberated in her core, squeezing Flint until he groaned and ground his hips to hers.

  He set up a slow, driving rhythm of thorough strokes, one hand cradling the back of Goldie’s head and the other palming her ass, his lips drifting to her neck. Goldie revelled in the way he took her body over, pulling her leg higher on his hip when he wanted to drive deeper, maneuvering her head when he wanted to kiss the other side of her throat. She’d never been manhandled like this before. It felt incredible.

  Flint backed slightly away, his spine curving so he could reach Goldie’s peaked nipples, sucking each one deep into his mouth, kissing the curve of her breasts with something like reverence that touched her deeper than she knew anyone could go. Every few minutes his warm brown eyes would meet hers and he’d kiss her soundly, the memory of the words he’d said hours ago ringing through her head.

  He’d almost gone crazy when he thought he’d lost her. Her worth to him had nothing to do with whether or not she killed a vampire.

  Goldie smirked as Flint continued to work her body. Undoing that skinny-legged bloodsucker sure hadn’t hurt, though. She felt so powerful now, in her Prowl, like a victorious warrior accepting tribute. She broke away from Flint’s mouth, kissing down his neck to his scratched-up chest and nibbling on his flat, male nipples as he thrust relentlessly into her welcoming body. He hissed in a breath and cursed. “Fuck, honey, do that again.”

  She did, gladly, biting his pecs and snaking one hand down to dig her fingertips into the powerful muscles of his backside, making him surge deeper inside her. Goldie nuzzled her lips against the curve of his scarred neck and gasped at the invasion. “Don’t stop, Flint.”

  Far from stopping, her bear picked up the pace, pounding her into the mattress with what had to be every ounce of strength he possessed. And still she wasn’t sated. A raw, primal need fought to make itself known, pushed itself to the forefront of Goldie’s most instinctive mind and sent her reeling into confusion. She had to… what? Kill? No. But heaven help her, it was almost what this felt like. She was desperate to protect herself, to keep the growing revolution at arm’s length, to… escape. That was it. Something was bearing down on her and she had to get clear of its path.

  Goldie bit and fought, scratching at the skin of Flint’s back and shoulders until without warning he captured both her wrists and pinned them above her head, the other hand caressing, trying to gentle her struggling body even as he worked it harder, faster, deeper, bringing her to heights she’d never seen before. And oh, help… who would catch her when she fell?

  As if he could hear her thoughts, Flint met Goldie’s eyes, his brow glistening with sweat. Not once did he stop serving her body as his words addressed her heart. “I’ve got you, Goldie.”

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ldie shook her head frantically, hot tears streaming as she clenched her eyes shut and sobbed. Couldn’t he see how scared she was of falling? But his low, rumbling voice broke through Goldie’s panic. “Look at me, Goldie. Now.”

  She couldn’t help obeying that lusty growl. Goldie opened her eyes and looked at Flint through the sparkle of tears on her lashes, saw his body crashing into hers and heard his grunts of exertion. Watching him give to her was hypnotic. She knew now. Without question. Flint wanted her. But for how long? Goldie wanted forever with this man and the thought of settling for less was tearing her heart to pieces.

  And that was when her steady, devoted bear looked down at her and spoke again, his heart in his chocolate-brown eyes. “I’m not leaving, Goldie. I love you. I’m staying right here.”

  In that moment Goldie’s heart broke wide open, all the walls around it blown away. Whether she welcomed him or not, Flint would always be there. He wasn’t leaving her. It was safe to let him all the way inside her heart. And she wanted to, so much. More than anything. She just didn’t know how.

  Tears continued to stream down her cheeks but she didn’t look away. She let Flint see her, accepting his love and all the ache that came with it, all the empty places longing to be filled and clamoring for their turn. Her body relaxed and she stopped fighting, deliberately softened the muscles of her arms and heart so she could feel the ways he loved her best.

  Flint must have noticed the change. His churning hips slowed just a touch, his grip on her wrists became escapable. His mouth curved in the ghost of a tender smile when Goldie whispered her reply. “I love you, too.”

  His cock throbbed with her quiet declaration. Goldie moaned and it was back to relentless, Flint burying his forehead in the curve of her shoulder and gasping for breath as he drove frantically into the shelter of her body. Goldie wrapped her legs around his, trapping him close and moaning at the powerful invasion of all her most delicate spaces. She trusted him with all of them.