by Lynn Red
“Meeting?” Laney asked, kissing the hollow of Rip’s throat.
“Yeah,” he said, wrapping an arm around and flipping over on top. His cock slid firmly in between her legs, teasing her entrance and thickening by the second. “That shifter decency business. I don’t know how they knew I was around here, but I got a note that I had to show up tomorrow morning at town hall or I’d be executed.”
“Hmm,” Laney mused. “Well, I guess I don’t want you dead, so that means we only have… what, about eight hours?”
Rip laughed out loud. “Eight? That’s a joke, right? These are werewolves we’re talking about. They’ll be lucky to show up by noon.”
A long, languid, slow trail of kisses warmed Laney’s skin from behind her left ear to the tip of her collarbones. She arched herself against her leonine lover and ran her fingertips down his backbone, letting them drip along the ridges of his spine. Every inch of his skin burned with the heat she’d been longing to feel since their last encounter.
“Just being here with you is enough,” Rip said.
“Yeah?” Laney asked, her voice quailing slightly as Rip’s tongue found one of her nipples and softly traced the shape of her areola before he gave her a little nip. Goosebumps washed over her this time, and she couldn’t help but grasp at him, pulling him tightly against her chest.
“Please don’t make me wait,” she whispered. “I think I might have wanted you from the first time we saw each other.”
Rip chuckled softly and stared into her eyes. “Yeah, well, I’ve wanted you since before you saw me.” He sucked the skin between her breasts and trailed it with a slow, patient kiss. “I win.”
As his kisses slipped lower, and Rip’s growling vibrated deep in her core, Laney pushed herself up on her elbows and ran her fingers through Rip’s hair. He looked up and studied her face for just a second as he slid the tip of his middle finger inside her. She let out a soft groan and a smile crept across Laney’s lips. The moonlight bouncing off of Rip’s eyes caught her attention, at least until he moved into her up to the second knuckle and rotated his finger with aching, delicious patience.
“Feel good?” he asked as she let her head flop backwards and hang down, completely relaxed. “Guess so.”
She felt his nose between her legs, exploring the tuft of hair above her sex. His finger never stopped moving as he inhaled her, and shuddered. “Your smell,” he said as he dragged his tongue down one side of her and back up the other. “You’re driving me crazy. I can’t… I don’t know how long it’ll be before I can’t stand it anymore.”
“I already can’t,” Laney whispered. When his tongue found her button and flicked across her sensitive tip once, then again, she stopped bothering with the talking. Gripping Rip’s shaggy mane, she pulled his face up again. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, partway through another lick.
They just stared at each other for a long moment, his eyes boring into her soul and Laney’s soft, whimpering, pleasured gasps gently wafting into the night air. He kissed one wrist, and then another, and gently removed her hands from his head.
Back between her legs, he slipped in a second finger, and hooked them up against her inner wall, sending a thrill of excitement up Laney’s belly that threatened to send her careening over the ledge right then and there. “God that’s good,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, I can’t—”
Rip shushed her with a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips and reached down between them, taking his thick cock in her hand. She squeezed as best she could, stroking him from base to tip and running her thumb across the sensitive place on the underside of his head. Rip smiled, kissed her again, and matched her pace.
As she tugged on him, desperately wanting to feel him inside her, Rip’s fingers moved faster, deeper and harder. His mouth fell open as though pleasure was about to overtake him, but no matter how she pulled and stroked, he didn’t give up. His fingers pulsed inside her, and he ground her clit with his palm.
“Are we… racing?” she asked breathlessly, in the instant before her first climax blasted through Laney’s prone body. Her hand stiffened, and she let out a long, trailing groan.
“No,” Rip said as he kissed her again. “I already won.”
With a laugh, Laney shoved her lion mate off so that he was on his back. She trickled her fingertips down his muscled chest, kissing as she went. When she finally got where she wanted to be, she kissed the tip of his cock and opened her lips to invite him in. Slowly she sunk down on him until her mouth was full and there was still a good distance to go. Cupping his heavy balls, she squeezed gently and ran her tongue in a patient circle around his tip.
Groans of pleasure escaped as she found his place again, and first pressed, then caressed, with her tongue. She grabbed his shaft with both hands, like she would hold an axe handle, and moved them up and down him, patiently, almost teasingly, in time with her increasingly hungry licks and sucks.
She felt him stiffen in her mouth, and tried her best to coax him off the edge, but Rip tensed up, and gently tugged Laney’s hair until she stopped. “Not yet,” he whispered as he stared into her eyes. “Not just yet.”
“But you’re one up on me,” Laney whined playfully.
“This ain’t baseball,” Rip said as he tugged Laney up to him. “But it can go just as slow.”
She laid there for a moment, relishing the gentle pulse of Rip’s heart against her chest and the warm heat of his cock sandwiched between their bodies. She moved her hips slowly, grinding against him. “I want you,” she whispered. “And I want you now.”
Rip lifted Laney’s hips, angling them so that his cock stroked against her sex, thrilling her clit with each long, slow movement. Her breath hitched in her chest on the first push, but by the third, she was moving right along with him. Their bodies seemed to intertwine, to move as one. Without so much as a word, the two of them were moving faster, faster, driving harder against one another until it was all they could do to hold on.
“I can’t… I can’t believe it, I—”
Laney let out another deep, almost growling eruption. When he felt her begin trembling, Rip grabbed her hips and ground against her as hard as he could until the trembling turned to an earthquake.
“I love the sounds you make when you come,” Rip whispered, letting Laney relax against his chest for just a moment. “I can’t believe this,” he said softly, “but I think I lo—”
Laney pushed herself up with her hands on his chest, and in one smooth motion, took his cock in her hand and guided it into herself. “Love you,” she finished for him. She couldn’t wait, didn’t want to wait.
She was so wet, so hot, that his iron slid effortlessly into her until he was all in. Their bodies rested together, his heavy, hot balls warming her through and through as she rested against him. With one breath, she lifted herself and paused with just his tip still inside.
Rip grabbed her hands, interlocking his fingers with hers and smiling as he pushed up. She wouldn’t let him in, though, not yet. “My turn to tease,” she laughed, her cheeks as red as the flush creeping up her neck. She slid down so slowly that both she and Rip shivered with anticipation. When she was almost all the way, he lifted his hips to meet her. She let out another soft gasp, as he closed his eyes and smiled for a moment before his mouth fell open.
Rotating her hips, she drew another pleased groan from her lover, and then thrust against him, hard and hungry. He was so achingly deep that she could feel him stretch her to the deepest parts of her sex. Pain melded with pleasure, the sensation so intense Laney had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
He grabbed her hips, held her down and thrust upwards, filling every inch of her with pleasure. Laney felt her sex twitch for the third time. Rip threw his head back and let out a roar that shook the entire night. As she began to convulse around him, the muscles of her pussy tugging and milking at Rip’s huge cock, she stopped bothering to be quiet.
“Yes!” she cried out, letting go o
f Rip’s hands and clawing his chest. “Oh my god yes!” she squealed, in one long syllable.
The deepest parts of Laney’s core trembled, then shuddered. Every muscle in her body flexed and the cords in her neck stood out like high tension wires. She dug her nails in, Rip roared again, and then she felt him explode
She pushed her hips down in one final, desperate thrust. Both of them howled their pleasure out into night as the entire world dwindled to a white-hot singularity.
When she finally opened her eyes again, Laney’s vision still had a bit of a fuzzy tinge, and the afterglow of her orgasm had her holding on to Rip for dear life. The moonlight above shone off the sweat on both of their bodies. Rip grabbed her hands again, held them tightly in his and kissed both her wrists.
One long, delicious exhale later, Laney felt the last shudders course through her body. She collapsed onto Rip’s sweat-soaked chest and breathed him in. “You’re not leaving any time soon, are you?” she asked with a grin on her lips that he couldn’t see.
“Leaving?” he asked, and wrapped his huge arms around Laney. She could feel his pounding heart, his heaving breath. “I’ve spent my whole life not knowing what I really wanted. Not ever. Fame, money, whatever came I thought was what I wanted. I couldn’t ever stop. It was always more, more, more.”
She propped her head up on her palms with her elbows on Rip’s chest. “But now?”
“Now I’ve found it,” he whispered. “And I’m never letting go.”
Purring, Laney buried her head in Rip’s neck, nuzzling him and kissing him behind the ear. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’d never let you go anyway.”
They laughed for a few moments, and then when it started to die down, Laney slid off Rip, pulling his arm underneath her head. “It’s a crazy damn world, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Normally, I’d say yes,” Rip answered, turning his head to kiss her cheek gently. “But right now? It seems saner that it’s ever been.” He stroked her hair and pulled her against his body. Her warmth made him smile, and his comforted her in a way she couldn’t explain, but had never felt before.
“Good,” she repeated, as she closed her eyes and let herself sink into the deepest sleep she could ever remember.
13
Izzy’s car had just about had enough of sand, sun, and saltwater.
The hood had somehow started to peel in just the week they’d been in Florida, and Erik was sunburned so badly he looked like a seven foot tall, muscled up lobster. She couldn’t look at him without laughing a little.
“God it hurts,” he whined, reaching back behind her seat. “Where’s the aloe stuff?”
“A werewolf looking for aloe,” Izzy said. “I thought I’d never see the day.”
“Yeah, yeah. What do you know about pain?”
She burst out with a decided boom of laughter. “Remember that time I popped a werewolf cub out of my hoo-ha? You do remember that, right?”
“You had that weird balm Jenga gave you that smelled like a mixture of soy sauce and vanilla ice cream. Didn’t that fix it?” Erik was rifling through the beach bag behind the driver seat and emerged with no aloe, but four Snickers bars. “Want one?” he asked as he stuffed the nougat and caramel into his mouth.
“Uh, no,” Izzy said. “You eating makes it look so appealing. I can’t wait to get back to Jamesburg. Can’t wait to see Franklin again.” She got a little misty-eyed just thinking about the cub. Erik wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “My little man,” he said. “Too bad about stopping in Redby first.”
Izzy shrugged. “I dunno,” she said, “I kinda like it. It has some rustic charm, you know? Sorta like Deliverance but less scary.”
Erik snorted a laugh. “I just imagined Reid Bennet with a shaved head. His eyes real close together, kind of honking as he breathes. Say, you think he’d think that was funny?”
Izzy shot him a sidelong glance. “I’m not sure he thinks anything is funny.”
With a curt nod and a dejected sigh, Erik agreed. “Well, let’s just get this over with and get back. I’m sure Jenga can do something about this sunburn.”
“I wonder if he has any potions to make babies stop whining?” Izzy postulated.
“Babies cry, Iz,” Erik said. “Why would you want to stop Frank from crying?”
“Not him,” she said. “You, dumbass.”
***
They rolled into town a little before eleven, and Erik was just waking up from a wolf nap that lasted from Tallahassee all the way to Redby, which was about an eight-hour drive. It was his second since they left Miami the night before. The first one lasted twelve hours, and was only interrupted so that he could get out of the car and into their hotel.
“It’s bright,” he said.
“Right, well, it’s day time. Also the sunburn’s a little better,” Izzy said. She jabbed his forearm, and when he howled in pain, she snickered. “Maybe not.”
“I love you too, babe,” Erik said with a grimace.
“Holy shit,” Izzy deadpanned as they crossed the small intersection in front of Redby’s town hall, and a legion of reporters swarmed the building’s front steps, as meager as they were. “This is… uh, a lot more than I was expecting.”
Erik’s mouth fell wide open. “Great.”
They parked a hundred yards or so from the hall, as that was as close as they could get. “There’s Reid,” Erik said, pointing to a very grumpy looking werewolf who was standing behind a podium. “Looks happy.”
“Don’t make any jokes,” Izzy said. “You know what happened last time you were on the news. We all ended up hiding for three weeks after you—”
“Look,” Erik interjected, “how was I supposed to know the human media didn’t want me to stick my hand down your shirt? I’ve seen worse on cable.”
Before they could continue their witty repartee, Reid noticed the pair and beckoned them over. After making their way through the sea of humanity, and somehow dodging a quagmire of questions, they made it front and center. “You do this?” Erik asked.
“No,” Reid said flatly. “That Rip guy being in town brought the termites out of the woodwork. They’ve been looking for him, apparently. Lucky us.”
Erik shrugged. “No big deal. You got the papers signed?”
“Yeah, but there’s one problem,” Reid said.
Erik looked Reid’s way and cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“If I have to deal with this shit, so do you.”
With a sigh, Erik turned to face the crowd, waving and smiling as best he could through the pain of sunburn. Something was bothering him though. “I was just supposed to come through and pick the agreement up. What gives with the press conference?”
Reid looked around the crowd, scowling at all of them. “They seem to find things out without being told. I’m sure someone in my pack blabbed. Either way, let’s get this shit over with.”
Cameras clicked, boom mics extended, and just when Erik was going to get on with it, something bumped into him from behind. He recoiled and turned with a fist raised.
“Sorry!” Rip said. “Running a little late. I’m guessing you’re Danniken?”
Erik wrinkled his forehead. “Rip Black? The hell are you doing here? I thought you hated this thing?”
“I might have rethought some of my positions,” Rip said with a smirk. “Erik Danniken, meet Laney Langston.”
“Nice to meet—oh,” Erik said as reality dawned on him. “OHHHH! You got a girlfriend and went all soft, huh? Happens to the best of us. This is Izzy, she’s my handler.”
Izzy pursed her lips, unimpressed with Erik’s joke. “Nice to meet you both. And to be honest, sometimes handler seems more accurate than mate.”
“Anyway, we need to get going,” Erik said. “Can we maybe hurry things along?”
Reid turned to the crowd, irritably grunting as he did. “We’re here to sign a bunch of papers that say we won’t kill people for no reason, we won’t scare them by being naked, a
nd in return they won’t try to send the FBI after us.”
There was a din of noise from the crowd, but nothing more than that. “We’re not taking any questions,” Reid said, “because I don’t like questions. I’m signing this stupid thing and then I’m leaving. If you want to bother someone with questions, these two will answer.”
With no more ceremony than that, Reid signed the back sheet of the agreement and shoved it toward Erik. “Here,” he said. “Your turn.” He stomped down the steps and disappeared into the Chinese buffet across the street a few seconds later.
Erik flipped through the packet. “Oh,” he said, “we need a witness. Do the honors?” he asked Rip.
Shrugging, Rip took the papers, shook his head and signed. “Who the hell would’ve thought it, huh Danniken?” he said with his hand in front of the microphone.
“What’s that?”
“You and me, in Redby, signing this thing. World’s a crazy place, huh?”
Laney stepped up between them and kissed Rip’s neck in the midst of complete chaos descending on the mad mob of reporters. They didn’t much care for being ignored, but at least they were getting some prime video footage. “Redby,” she said with a grin. “Gotta love it.”
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