by Amy Faye
His wife took another breath, as deep as she could. The nurses continued their mantra. "Push, push, push."
And she did. Sarah let out a last long, hard grunt, one that extended on for several seconds, and then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
Her head hit the pillow behind her and she was taking her breaths in deeper now, if not any slower. "It's a boy," the nurse said. She stood up, and in her arms was a newborn, covered in amniotic fluid and blood. She handed him over to Dan, who looked down at his son for the first time, and felt a swell of pride.
Jason cried and tried to wriggle out of his dad's arms. Dan didn't let him go. The boy looked up at him as if he were going to argue, and then saw his father's face smiling down on him.
The baby boy smiled back.
Heat Wave
Shifter Paranormal Dragon Romance
Amy Faye
Published by Heartthrob Publishing
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He leans his head down and plants a kiss on my head. That simple gesture lights a fire in me and I look up at him, then kiss him right on his lips. I feel his soft lips again and again, savoring their taste.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I need him. Now. Here. I climb on top of him and pull my shirt off, throwing it over the coffee table. My bra comes off soon after, and then his mouth is on me, pleasuring my nipple with little flicks of the tongue.
His hands press against my back, holding me close to him. I suck in air and giggle. “That feels good,” I say. “Keep doing that.”
My eyes threaten to roll back, the pleasure was so strong. I want nothing more than to sit there and let him lap at my nipples, biting and licking them in all the right ways.
But he isn't going to stop there, and that makes me giddy. I want him to throw me down, have his way with me. Just use me and get himself off without thinking about my needs or wants.
A slutty emotion courses through me, one that overwhelms me. I start to unbutton my pants, then push away from him and stand up. Blake helps me to tug them down, then with his hands he spreads my legs apart. He gets down on the ground, in front of me, and looks up at me with those eyes before pushing my panties aside and dipping his tongue into my folds.
I hiss with pleasure. I take in a sharp breath. Let it out, slowly. His tongue slides up, then down my folds. It prods my clitoris and sends warmth from between my legs to my stomach.
My fingers tangle into his hair. Holding his head in place, I ride his face and just let myself enjoy him. He's sooo good at this.
I gasp as an unexpected orgasm hits me. My knees wiggle and wobble and threaten to throw me to the ground, but Blake grabs me. He keeps me stable, with his mouth on my neck.
His pants are undone. They catch on the way down his hips, catching on his growing cock.
I wrap my hand most of the way around his cock once it's free, giving it an experimental pump. He twitches in response.
"Get down on your knees."
I'm a submissive girl by nature, but nothing makes me feel more submissive than having my face fucked. I love it. And so when a man tells me to get on my knees, I get down on my knees and I open my mouth and get ready.
Once there, I pump his shaft again, enjoying its soft skin. My mouth opens wide, and the fat head of his uncut cock fills my mouth.
He twitches again. I pull away for a second, but his fingers dig into my hair and hold me still. "You don't pull away. Not until I say you can."
His cock presses into my mouth again, and I taste his salty precum and feel the silky skin against my tongue. My cunt is dripping at this point. I press a finger against my clit and find it much more sensitive than usual.
Relaxing my mouth, I let him take control. He fucks my face until my eyes roll back and I cum, hard, and he nearly cums too.
I feel almost numb from the stimulation, but I know I need his cum somewhere else. Not in my mouth. I need it in my womb.
He pulls away from me, his fingers releasing my hair. I rub my sore head, looking up at him and hoping for orders.
"Stand up and bend over in front of your window."
My window is covered by thin fabric, but it's just enough that no one can really watch me being fucked. I lean over the couch, my knees on the cushions, and spread my legs out.
From behind, Blake grabs my throat and pulls me back by it, making me press down on his cock. That's how he enters me, guiding me by my neck.
"Fuck me," I beg. My whole body feels like heaven with him inside of me, stretching me. The words are breathy and desperate.
He pulls me back harder, and fucks me rough. He just pounds into me, his lips pressing into the back of my neck. I'm a screaming mess, and then it stops. He pulsates. He spills his seed deep inside of me.
And we collapse.
Blake helps me onto the couch and then joins me, which is hard on such a small piece of furniture. But we make it work, holding each other tight.
"You were incredible," he says.
I bury my face into his chest, breathing in his scent. My arms ache from how tight I hold him.
"Hey," he whispers. "I hope I didn't upset you. I kind of lost control of myself, but I don't want you to think that I just see you as a piece of meat or..."
I laugh. "Oh, shut up. That was exactly what I needed. Don't be afraid to fuck me like that."
Blake kisses me on the forehead and we cuddle for a long time still.
“Unfortunately, I can’t stay,” he eventually says. “I have work in the morning, and it’s already pretty late.”
“You don’t sleep much, do you?” I ask.
Untangling himself from my arms, he shakes his head. “About four or five hours a night, but that’s how I’ve always been.”
“I usually get about six. My mom never understood how I could function like that. Oh! The coffee.” I stand up and run, ass naked, to the kitchen. The coffee is still somewhat warm. “Do you take it black?” I ask.
“Yep,” he answers.
Bringing the coffee to him, I sit down again. “So, I want to keep seeing you. I really do. But we need to figure out what to do about your family. I can’t live with the constant fear that they might come harass me at work or try to attack me.”
“I know. And I think the best solution is for you to come with me to meet them. My mom and my dad, too. I want to convince them to accept you, and to hopefully get the other woman off my back.”
“She must be pretty bad.”
He pinches his bottom lip between his fingers, a sign I’ve noticed means he’s thinking. “You have no idea. Look, Cassidy, there’s no reason to think this meeting will go well. Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we barely know each other. You could still walk away.”
I think for a long time. I’ve gone so long just giving up at the first sign of trouble with a man. Being with Blake, it feels right. It’s like he’s a piece of my puzzle that I didn’t even know was missing.
“If that’s the best bet, then that’s what we’re going to do.”
He leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “I’ll schedule it, then. Will you be able to take off of work if you need to?”
“Yeah, I have plenty of vacation time saved up. I’m never sick.”
“Great.” He finishes his coffee, then gets dressed. I do the same and follow him to the door, kissing him goodbye.
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1
Every girl’s night out, I find myself staring up into the gorgeous eyes of the most handsome and dangerous man in the room.
It’s not a calculated move. It just happens. Somehow he’ll catch my eye, hold up his drink, and I’ll wander away from my friends and into his arms. Sometimes Hollie and Alina, my best friends since middle school, would pull me back… bu
t that was rare.
I have my type, and I only like them for one night.
Living in a college town, the sort of town that can’t decide between urban and suburban, makes this easy. There’s always someone new visiting or moving in for their freshman year. Some hot new stud. Some hot new stud’s dad.
Tonight, I was in a local dive bar staring up into the gorgeous eyes of a man who said his name was Blake Yovanovich. “My dad moved here from Russia a long time ago,” he told me. His voice had the slight accent of someone raised by foreign parents. He didn’t sound Midwestern, that was for sure.
Blake was clean, and smelled like a bonfire. He wore mostly black, aside from a gold watch. And God, he sucked me right in with anything he talked about.
“My brothers and I each work with different countries, offering our weapons to their militaries and bidding to outfit their armies.” He worked for his father’s gun manufacturer, Pistolet 1827.
“I’ve never met a gun manufacturer before. Actually, I’ve never even held a gun!” I said, sipping my beer and looking up at him. His eyes were so beautiful. Dark brown, but with a golden ring around his pupil.
He chuckled. “I get that a lot around here. If you ever want me to take you shooting, I love going to the range.”
“I think I’d like that,” I lied. Guns scared the hell out of me. But so did this guy, and I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to know everything about him!
There was a tug on my hand. Looking back, it was Alina, pouting like always and demanding with her eyes that I come talk to her. Hollie was behind her, arms crossed.
“I’ll be right back, Blake.” I tried to sound easygoing, but I was irritated as hell that they were cock blocking me. Again.
Once we were out of hearing range, I whirled on them. “What! What do you want?”
Hollie took over now, as she always did. She was the hotheaded one of the three of us. The only one with a spine, really. “We both have a really bad feeling about that guy.”
“His name is Blake, and he’s harmless.”
Hollie threw up her hands. “Maybe he’d be harmless to someone else, but he won’t be harmless to you. That’s the kind of man that will finally break you, Cassidy.”
I rolled my eyes hard. “Give me a break. When was the last time some boy broke my heart? High school?”
“Exactly!” Alina said. “Because you don’t feel anything! You built up this wall around you that nothing can penetrate, and you think that it makes you stronger but you’re really just broken!”
“I’m not broken,” I said, my voice ice cold. “And I don’t need to listen to this shit.”
“Cassidy, seriously. Just take a night off. Have a night with us, without a one night stand. Just one.”
“No.” I turned and went back to Blake. I tried to smile, but it was hard until his eyes were on me again.
Maybe they were right that I had too many one night stands, but there was something about Blake that felt so different. He felt comfortable, and he was certainly more interesting than most of the drunk men I bring home.
“Everything okay?” He asks. His eyebrows knit together, making the adorable crease between them a little deeper.
I wave my hand and laugh. “Yeah, they just wanted to talk.”
Blake took my hand suddenly, rubbing the top of it with his thumb. “I’m a little tired of talking. I’d like you to come home with me.”
My heart stopped. I freaked out a little. Usually, I was the one who took the men back to my place. It was easier to kick them out after the sex, and then I could get a shower sooner.
Still… “Okay,” I said, hesitantly. Then I grinned. “Let’s go.”
I was tipsy, but not drunk by the time we left. But my eyes were on him the entire time we drove, and when we got to his house all I really noticed was that it was big.
I was soaking wet just thinking of him touching me… touching my nipples, sliding a hand up my legs. I wanted his hands all over me.
Brushing my fingers lightly against his skin, I tried to hold back my rising heart rate. The thump-thump-thump of arousal, excitement, anxiety.
The very second we were in the door, he had me up against the wall. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”
"Then take me," I answered, kissing him hard then leaning my head to the side so that he could kiss and nibble on my neck.
All thoughts left me and I gave in to his hands. I melted into his body.
Blake's hand cupped my ass as he held me above the ground, as if I was weightless in his muscular arms. Then he took me and carried me up stairs and into a room. A bedroom, dark except for the moonlight coming in through a window.
He pressed me down into the bed and hovered over me. I looked up into those eyes, noticing the golden ring around his pupils again. It was like they glowed in the dark.
Pulling my shirt off, he threw it aside. I sat up and undid the clasp on my bra, letting it slip from my shoulders. He claimed one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue giving it delicious attention until it stood at attention.
My hips ground against his thigh, my hand against the stiffening hardness in his pants.
That was what I wanted. I want, no, I need that inside of me. He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down my legs, then slid my panties down to the floor too and threw them somewhere.
He pressed my down roughly against the bed and slid a finger between my pussy lips. "You're so wet," he groaned, sounding as if that alone was enough to get him off. His fingers were so hot.
He explored the outside of my pussy lips with his hand. I was smooth and bare. He bit his bottom lip and gripped his hardness with his hand.
"Is that painful?" I asked, giggling up at him.
"Extremely," he answered.
I sat up and pulled him close to me, looking at him with eyes that dared him to stop me. Then I unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.
His hardness still struggled against his boxers. I stifled a moan at how obviously big he was. I slipped off the bed and onto the floor right in front of him. I wanted to be right in front of his cock when I freed it.
The smell of sex was heady and immediate and it just made me want him more. As I freed his cock from his boxers, I took him into my mouth without hesitating and moved quickly.
I needed to taste him, to feel him on my tongue.
Blake's fingers dug into my hair, taking a fistful and using it to force my head where he wanted it. I moaned as he fucked my face, going into a really lovely submissive place in my mind. He claimed me as his, and I gave into him completely.
His cock entered my throat. I was practically choking on it, and he was so strong that I didn't think I could stop him if I wanted to.
And I didn't want to.
He finally pulled back and I slumped over, trying to catch my breath and relax my aching jaw. But none of the discomfort overwhelmed how wet I was.
Standing up, I wrapped my arms and a leg around Blake. I pressed my hot cunt against him, rubbing against his hardness. He was slick with my saliva.
He grabbed me and forced himself into me then. I breathed in once and he was fully inside of me, stretching me. He pulled me forward, then pushed me back again.
I rocked back and forth, pressing constantly to get his cock to hit me right where I wanted it. His mouth found my nipple again and bit down, and then he had me down on the bed again.
I groaned in mixed pain and pleasure. I wasn't a quiet lover. I've been called a screamer, actually.
I moved harder, faster. His mouth freed my nipple, and his breath came in hard rasps as he fucked me, my hips moving to meet his every thrust. He was so close to cumming.
So was I.
He started to pull out, but I wrapped my legs around him and wouldn't let him go. It was hot, the thrill of risky sex. Even if it wasn't exactly completely risky.
"Cum in me! Knock me up. I know you want to, Blake. Fill me with every drop you have."
He grabbed my hips hard and sud
denly, fucking me more roughly than ever before.
"Fuck," he growled. His cock spasmed, and I came with him. I could feel his seed spilling into me. I loved that feeling. My pussy clamped down on him, forcing the last little bit of whatever he had into me.
My body went limp, and I tried to breathe in deep.
"That was incredible," he said finally, pulling himself free. "But aren't you worried?"
I giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling him down for a kiss. "Not at all. I'm apparently infertile. So don't worry too much." I bit his bottom lip. "Just get ready for round two."
2
I woke up at 5 am, already alone and naked in a great big bed. Work doesn’t start until 9 am so I was in no hurry to rush out the door. Stretching out on the bed, I took my time before sitting up and looking around.
His bed still smelled like him. That burning, smoky scent.
It only took a second in the early morning light for me to realize Blake was filthy fucking rich. From his sheets to his furniture, everything looked expensive and imported. Dark wood furniture, perfectly clean. A chandelier on the ceiling. The huge window in his bedroom looked out at a huge yard, with a pool and well manicured garden. There was even a small golf course in the distant corner of the fenced-in yard, and a pond with geese on it.
Honestly, I was a little shaken by this realization. I’ve slept with a lot of men, but never some rich guy like this. Why was he in some dive bar hooking up with a random girl?
Who knows. Some guys like to pull a girl up from the gutter, I guess.
“Blake?” I called out, hoping he was making breakfast, but there was no answer. That was alright too. It meant I got the peace and quiet I usually got by kicking the guy out of my place. There was a slip of paper on the side table, and there I found a note to me.
Cassidy,
I had to leave for work, but I had a wonderful night with you. I’d like for it to happen again.