by Mandy Harbin
She reached behind her and unclasped the pink bra, and it tumbled to the floor.
“Fuck,” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut, white-knuckling the edge of the desk. Krista had a gorgeous body, and he’d had his mouth on those beautiful nipples last night. His mouth watered as he remembered the taste of her, and he immediately wanted to taste her everywhere. At this rate he wasn’t going to last five seconds once he touched her.
“Why are you all the way over there?” she asked softly, moving toward him again.
“Because if I touch you right now, I won’t be gentle.” His voice was so hoarse he barely recognized it.
She stepped up against him, her bare breasts rubbing against his disheveled shirt. “Who said I want you to be gentle?”
He groaned, his head falling back as she unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m not playing, baby. It’s been a long time for me, and you need an easier lover for your first time.”
She hummed against his chest as she kissed the flesh she’d uncovered, spreading his shirt wide open. “What I need is for you to take your clothes off.” She stepped away, backing into the exposed alcove that worked as his bedroom. From this angle, he could see her situating herself on his bed. He stalked toward her, stopping at the corner wall and leaning against it to watch her. “Are you going to undress, or do I need to tease you a little?”
Oh, hell. He didn’t need any incentive to touch her. Did she not understand he was trying to calm his raging need to take her hard? He had every intention of fucking her—any noble notion he had of her keeping her virginity was long gone—but he was trying to get his wits about him.
He must’ve taken too long to respond because that little vixen lifted her butt in the air and pulled her panties down, leaving them wrapped around her thighs. With her knees bent and legs spread as far as the barrier of her panties allowed, Krista trailed her hand down her belly and slipped her finger into the wet folds of her pussy.
The sight of her touching herself was the last straw. Toby barely registered ripping off his shirt and divesting himself of the rest of this clothing, but what felt like instantaneously he was naked and perched on the bed beside her, kissing her knee and caressing her other thigh.
Then he grabbed her panties and tore them from her body.
Krista gasped and started closing her legs, but Toby pried them apart and fell between them, his mouth hovering over her core.
“T-Toby?”
He didn’t answer, not verbally anyway. Instead he lowered his head and licked her from her asshole to her clit. Taste. He wanted to taste her everywhere. He did it again and again, and with each pass, he increased his pace. He’d never tasted anything as sweet as her, and he needed more. He began fucking her with his tongue, her tangy honey spilling onto it as he stabbed into her pussy. She writhed beneath him, her moans piercing his soul and electrifying his body. His balls ached and his cock painfully engorged, but he couldn’t stop tasting her to seek his own relief. Not yet. He needed to imprint her very essence into himself.
He tore his mouth away from her pussy and licked her thighs, kissed her knees, bit her calves, and sucked her toes, working his way from one leg to the other. When he reached her core again, he bypassed it to nip her tummy, then delve his tongue into her belly button, suck her nipples, lick her neck, and nibble on her ears. Everywhere. He had to taste her everywhere. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, kissing her greedily, and she moaned, throwing her arms around his neck. But he wasn’t done exploring her body with his mouth.
Not even close.
He pulled away and flipped her over, treating her backside to the same attention her front had received, leaving no inch untouched. And she seemed to have relished his ministrations, for her moans turned to cries when he bit her ass, so he did it again. Harder.
Mark. I have to mark her.
He covered her with his body, grabbing her hair and fisting it to the side. He bit her neck, wishing it were his fangs piercing her skin and not his teeth. He understood she was taken, so he wouldn’t cross that line. But his animal and his humanity seemed to agree that having her as a mate would be the ultimate gift. If only he could take her. But he couldn’t. So, he’d mark her everywhere, show everyone who she belonged to, if only for a short while.
He turned her again, too impatient to prolong their joining. He grabbed a condom out of his nightstand and rolled it on, thankful Josh had insisted on stocking up on them. When Toby settled between her legs, he took her mouth in a possessive kiss as he positioned his cock at her opening. He wasn’t sure how he was able to go slow at this point, but he did, nudging into her gently.
As if his body knew what hers needed without conscious thought. Just like it would do if she were his mate, if she were meant to be his always.
He shook his head, trying to dislodge that thought. He couldn’t think about that. She wasn’t available for him to take. Not in that way. But he’d take what he could. He’d have her now.
She gasped as he breached her, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” He kissed her temple.
She shook her head and grabbed his ass, pulling him toward her. “More.”
He groaned and pushed all the way into her with one long thrust, giving her what she wanted, what he needed. She groaned, her nails digging into his flesh as he began to fuck her. Slowly at first, then with more urgency. Her pussy was like a velvet vise, fisting around his cock. He’d never felt anything more perfect. It was heaven.
But it was also hell. He didn’t know how he’d be able to give her up once she was gone. With his head buried into her neck, he growled his need to claim her, his finesse waning.
“Oh, God, Toby, Toby, Toby,” she chanted, his name on her lips a caress of his soul. He could feel her pussy spasm around his dick, and he damn-near came from the combination of all the sensations.
“Oh, God, Oh, God, I’m coming.” She screamed and sank her little teeth into his shoulder, and his head fell back on a roar as his fangs descended. He plowed into her as he exploded with the strongest climax he’d ever experienced before.
His thrusts stopped, and he looked down at her. She had her beautiful eyes closed, a vision of true beauty. He wanted to ask how she was feeling, but he couldn’t as long as he was sporting fangs. This had been the first time his animal had ever roared to the forefront like that. He’d have to ask Josh if it’d ever happened to him. He could ask his other brothers, but Toby didn’t want the knowing, angered looks. Josh could be honest with him without viewing him as competition.
As he continued to stare at Krista, he was taking a risk just looking at her. She could look up and notice the bumps where his lips covered the evidence of his animal side. But he had to look at her.
With one last gaze of her face and flushed chest, Toby ducked his head into the crook of her neck. He wanted to bite her, but he wouldn’t. He took in deep breaths and willed his fangs to retract, the effort being much harder than he’d anticipated.
Once it was safe, he kissed her shoulder, and finally asked what he’d been wanting to. “How are you feeling, baby? Was I too rough?”
She stroked his back lazily. “No. I feel wonderful. You feel wonderful.”
He shifted above her, looking into her eyes now that they were open. “You’re so beautiful. Perfect.”
She blushed, giving him a timid smile.
He couldn’t have her being shy after everything they’d just gone through. He leaned down, kissing her nose. “Sexy.” He kissed her cheek. “Irresistible.” He nibbled on her ear, and she giggled. He smiled against her in return. Mine. He wanted to say it, but he didn’t. It was too dangerous to think like that. He needed to figure out how to get ahold of his emotions.
He eased off her to take care of the condom. He needed to talk to Josh tonight before things got too carried away with Krista. He should be out running with his brother, so as soon as Krista fell asleep, Toby would seek out his brother’s help.
Because h
e feared things had already gone too far with her, and he didn’t want to stop.
Chapter Six
Toby eased the back patio door shut, pulled off his robe, and shifted. God, he loved being in his mountain lion form. He felt free, and all the stresses of everyday life disappeared. All that mattered was food, sleep, and mate. With that thought, he turned to look through the glass door of his cabin. He couldn’t see Krista, but he knew she was in there. He wanted to go to her, so he turned and ran into the woods. The sooner he talked to his brother, the sooner he could be back in bed with the woman who was stealing his heart.
It was too soon. She’d only just arrived. How could he have these kinds of feelings brewing for her already? As he ran, he found a squirrel and chased it up a tree. The little shit was faster, so he climbed down and kept running.
He heard leaves rustling on the ground around the bend, so he headed that way, figuring it’d be one of his brothers. When he ran around the corner, he came upon two mountain lions tussling. At first he figured it was a couple of his brothers, but then one of them tried to mount the other.
Oh, shit. He’d walked in on Josh and Mikaela about to mate in their feral forms. Not good.
Josh spun around, hissing at Toby. Mine!
Sorry. I-I wanted to talk to you, but I see you’re busy right now. He started to back up. Realistically, Josh knew that none of his brothers would try to take Mikaela away from him, but Toby understood that, in beast form, logic was a little harder to grasp.
Josh made a frustrated feline growl, shaking his head to the side as if it hurt. I’ll meet you at your cabin in a few minutes.
Toby wanted to argue that he’d rather not talk there, but he was smart enough not to argue with his brother right now. Coming between a lion and his lioness could just cause one big catfight. He’d just hang around outside the cabin, waiting for Josh, so as not to disturb Krista. Okay.
He turned and trotted back to his cabin. The feline cries rent the air around him as Josh claimed his wife in that primal way. The fact that those two were mating in their feline forms meant only one thing. They were trying to get pregnant. Toby’s dad had always told them mating in that form was reserved for procreation just like in the wild. People were the only animals that fucked for fun—no other animals did. There was no proof that they couldn’t get a female pregnant in human form, but mating in animal form only served that one purpose.
When he got back to his cabin, Toby shifted and put on his robe. He sat on the railing, looking up at the stars. Time passed—he didn’t know how much. But eventually, Josh came strolling up to the back porch.
“Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Josh shrugged. “Just keep what you saw to yourself, okay? We want a baby, but we don’t want to tell everyone just yet. We’d rather wait until Mikaela gets pregnant before announcing anything.”
“Oh, hey. I understand. Totally. My lips are sealed.”
Josh’s shoulders relaxed like he was relieved to hear Toby wouldn’t spread their secret. “So, what’s bothering you?” Josh asked as he climbed the stairs and leaned against the railing next to Toby.
“It’s this thing with Krista. I like her, man. A lot. I know she’s not available, which is a good thing,” he added quickly. “But, er, I’m having a hard time accepting I can’t have her. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to let her go when she has to leave.”
Josh sighed. “Look, maybe you feel this way because of the whole virgin thing—”
“What the hell?” Toby barked, turning on his brother. How the fuck did he know about that?
Josh raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Sorry, bro. Girls talk. And so do spouses. I mean . . . I don’t talk. Could just be a wife thing. I don’t know. I just sit and listen.” He chuckled.
Toby nodded on an exhale, understanding.
“Anyway, Mikaela said Krista’s boyfriend is in the military. Some special ops dude. He’s gone all the time, but they grew up together. They plan on marrying each other, but he doesn’t want her tied to him with the danger of his job. This is his last service. He’s not upping again, and once he gets out, they’ll be exclusive.”
“When does he get out?” Toby heard himself asking but was too numb to feel the words coming out.
“Eighteen months. They’re planning to get married about six months after he returns.”
He made a noncommittal noise, looking away. He knew she was involved, but the evidence of it stung. After learning she’d been a virgin, he’d hoped—No! Didn’t matter what he’d hoped.
“You ever fuck a woman and your fangs pop out?”
Josh chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Those damn things were a pain in the ass when I was sleeping with Mikaela before we mated. I even bit myself once to keep from biting her.”
Toby whirled. “What about with other women? Someone not your mate?”
Josh frowned. “No, I never wanted anybody but—son of a bitch! Are you telling me that happened to you with Krista?”
Toby nodded.
“Shit, man. That’s major.”
“That’s what I was worried about. I tried to stay away from her. You know I did. But it’s like I’m drawn to her, and I have no power to fight that attraction.”
“You have to. She’ll be leaving here when Mikaela is finished needing her with her lawyer stuff. She has a life away from here. A love away from here.”
Toby’s chest ached. He didn’t want to think about all that. Not now. “What do I do?”
Josh gripped Toby’s shoulder. “You enjoy her while you can. Don’t worry about the future. These things have a way of working themselves out, but if it doesn’t work out in your favor, then worry about that after she’s gone.”
That was exactly what he’d do. What choice did he have?
* * * *
Krista awoke to the smell of scrumptious bacon, and her stomach growled like she hadn’t eaten in days. She eased out of the bed and felt the delicious soreness at the apex of her thighs. She smiled as her hand drifted to the source. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. It was a surreal feeling, but that thought took a backseat to the one of Toby. Of him smiling at her, talking to her, and loving her. Loving? Making love was what she meant to think.
She looked around the floor for her shirt, but saw his draped over the dresser. She grabbed it and put it on, only buttoning a few of the middle buttons. She rolled up the sleeves as she walked into the main room which housed the living room and kitchen. Toby had his back to her, standing at the stove. She walked over to him and slid her arms around his chest, hugging him from behind. “Good morning,” she mumbled against his back.
He clutched her hands and brought them up to his face, kissing them. “Good morning, baby.” Then he turned and kissed her sweetly.
She pulled away and covered her mouth. “I haven’t brushed my teeth,” she mumbled through her hand.
He chuckled as he pointed to the door. “I had Jeffery bring your things over here. You can brush your teeth and take out your contacts. I know your eyes must be sore leaving them in all night.” He leaned down and kissed each eyelid before turning back to the bacon.
She gaped at his back. “You-You had my things brought over here?”
He immediately turned back around, looking contrite. “I’m sorry. I want to be with you as long as I can.” Something dark flashed across his eyes, and his jaw clenched. Then he took a deep breath and smiled apologetically at her. “I should’ve asked you first, but I wanted you to have everything you need when you woke up.”
She wasn’t concerned about staying here. In fact, she loved the idea! She was just shocked he’d want her to stay with him while she was here. Granted, she didn’t have much experience with men, but what she’d read in all those online magazines was that men didn’t like clingy women. Maybe Toby was different. “Okay. I’d like that very much.”
“Good. Then it’s settled. And the bacon’s done. All I have to do now is cook the eggs.”
He winked and smi
led, and those sexy-assed dimples popped out. God, he was the hottest man she’d ever seen. Unable to stop herself, she rose up on her toes and licked one divot.
His breath caught, and then he chuckled. “What are you doing?”
“Licking your dimple.”
“Mmm. I like it.” He turned his head, giving her his other cheek. She licked that one, too.
“Tell me, Mr. Woods, do you have any other dimples I can lick?”
He sucked in a breath and turned his head to look at her. She smiled coyly at him, contemplating where she wanted to put her mouth next. Since he’d taken the pan off the burner, she could play with him a little without having to worry about burning down his house. He’d spent what felt like an eternity tasting her last night, and she was curious about what he tasted like. She’d obviously never given a guy a blowjob, but as she thought about taking Toby’s cock into her mouth, she felt a restlessness to drop to her knees and give him the best head he’d ever had. There was no reason not to. She was a little too sore for sex anyway, so this would be the perfect time to try it out.
So she eased to her knees, and he gasped when she tugged his sleep pants down. His dick was partially erect, but getting harder by the second. “Baby, you don’t—” He stopped on a hiss when she licked the head of his cock.
“I want to taste you, Toby.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and looked up at him from her kneeling position at his feet. “Please,” she breathed as she gave his cock a gentle stroke.
He groaned and nodded as he sifted his hands through her hair.
A twinge of insecurity prickled her. Toby was an experienced man, and she didn’t know what she was doing. Maybe she should’ve practiced this on her vibrator.
“I-I, um . . . Let me know if I do something wrong, okay? I want this to be good for you.”
He caressed her cheek, and the emotion in his eyes startled her. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was falling in love with her.
“If your hot little mouth is anywhere near my dick, it’ll be good, baby,” he whispered. “But I’ll help guide you if it’ll make you feel better.”