Abby's Call

by Nichole Finley

  Her chest rose and fell as Kyle grew bolder. The trail his touch left, a fiery brand on her skin. Abby broke from the kiss, a cry of pleasure forced its way out, as his hand slide over the sensitive flesh of her breast and squeezed.

  A low, rough chuckle sounded by her ear and she felt the shirt lift higher, revealing her naked breast to the room. Abby expected him to fondle her then, but his hand didn’t return to immediately cup her bare flesh. Instead, his fingers swept from the top of her chest, were the shirt came to rest, down along her side. Goose bumps rose over her at the slow glide of his fingers until it reached the waistband of her skirt. Abby suppressed a yelp as Kyle tightened his grip on both hips and lifted her off the floor.

  She moved to wrap her legs around him, but her turned, walked a few steps with her and dropped her. The drop set her tiger on edge for a spilt second before Abby’s back met the bed and the anger melted. Breathing raggedly, Abby stared up at the male before her.

  His tall lean physique, everything she remembered from the years she’d dreamed of her mate. The shadows no longer hid anything from her. Kyle’s chest showed his breathing was just as ragged as hers led to a tight flat section of his abs and stomach. At his belly button, her eyes caught on the line of sparse dark hairs that worked its way down his body. She followed it with her eyes, allowing herself to appreciate his form for a moment. Abby swallowed as she finally let herself see that last bit of him. Straight and taut enough in his excitement that it pointed to the ceiling and a gleam of wetness showed at the tip.

  A wash of apprehension and excitement shot through her causing pheromones to pulse from her. She looked up to meet Kyle’s eyes, but his eyes were elsewhere. Heatedly and slowly, they moved over here as if he couldn’t decide where to start. She could see him working through the possibilities.

  Her own mind raced with ideas, right along with her heart under the continuingly traveling gaze. Her nipples tingled and hardened without a touch. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and warm wetness flooded her. It was in that moment she remembered that she wasn’t wearing her underwear anymore. Her face flamed and she pulled her knees together, then frowned at herself. There wasn’t any reason or point in hiding from him. Abby eased the tight press of her knees, but didn’t let her legs fall open either.

  The movement drew those predatory eyes between her legs. A slow, wicked smile crept over his lips and her heart skipped a beat.

  Chapter 22

  The press of Abby’s naked stomach set his blood throbbing hotly through him seeking to drive him insane. The heavy thrum of it filled his ears as his cock pulsed along with it. This was too much, too intense. Kyle tightened his hold and easily lifted Abby off the floor.

  The bed, he thought. He needed to get her to the bed; he needed to be inside her. His tiger rolled inside him, a demanding presence in the back of his mind. Kyle closed his eyes. Breathe. His knees touched the mattress and he allowed Abby to slip from his hands, while forcing himself not to just fall on her. The tiger growled at him for the restraint. It wanted, needed her as badly as he did, but he couldn’t let the tiger control him in this like it had with Jason.

  Opening his eyes, Kyle glanced down at the beautiful female laying before him. Abby lay on her back, propped upon her elbows, watching him, studying him. Her lacy shirt gathered up over one breast and barely covered the other, laying bare a long line of her body from her handful-sized breasts to the low riding skirt.

  His chest rumbled as a growl and groan tried to work his vocal cords at the same time. The skirt was too short for her position on the bed, even with her knees together he could see all of her.

  Take her, his tiger roared at him. Even his cock kicked in demand. The needed to listen gripped him tighter as the next pulse of pheromones hit him and he swayed under the force. Kyle sighed at the painful pleasure it brought and closed his eyes, waiting for it to ease enough to touch her.

  Warm soft fingers brushed his hip tentatively and he had to remember how to breathe. They played along his hip, skimmed up and over to his stomach, then…painfully slow, they made their way south. Kyle had to open his mouth to get enough oxygen. His cock strained toward her, demanding her attention, but the final touch didn’t come.

  Kyle cracked his eyes open enough to focus on Abby. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands on her lap; staring at his cock. Her cheeks, shades darker than the rest of her face. She’s blushing? He questioned. She looked away and he felt a frown take over. He didn’t understand how she could be embarrassed all of a sudden. She hadn’t seemed shy a moment ago.

  The heaviness in his groin was unbearable, he had to do something. Abby’s head jerked up as he grabbed her hand, but she didn’t pull away from him. Her eyes seemed to follow her hand as he led it closer. Kyle lay her hand flat against the hollow of his hip and released his hold.

  When she didn’t move, Kyle closed his eyes, trying to temper his frustration. A shock of pleasure raced up his cock as her cool fingers touched him. A low purring growl escaped his lips and his cock twitched as those same fingers encircled him.

  Abby slide her hand over the length of him until she reached the rim. Her thumb pressed to the sensitive underside and his balls drew tight in response.

  The corner of his mouth pulled as a smile tried to surface. Abby’s thumb made small circles as she searched that spot for the one thing any female shifter in her first Heat would, the barbs. Kyle looked down and lay his hand over hers again. She looked up at his touch, a shy smile crossing her lips before she focused back on their hands. Slowly, he led her fingers over the spots along the head and rim she sought.

  When her finger slid over the last one, he let go. Abby didn’t respond right away, she only sat there. Her delicate fingers lightly holding him. Kyle pushed forward, using her hand to stroke himself; trying to encourage her to continue exploring him. His breath left him and his knees threatened to go out from under him as Abby leaned forward. The warmth of her tongue sent another shock of pleasure through him as it ran over the tip.

  Good God, have mercy on me, Kyle silently prayed and let his head fall back, so that he was looking at the ceiling. He couldn’t take watching her. After two false starts and her pheromones teasing him for so long, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on this first time. He didn’t need to be exceptional but he did need to last as long as she did. He concentrated on the blankness above him, distracting himself just enough that he wouldn’t—

  “Ah…” Kyle cried out, his legs wobbling under the new sensation of her mouth closing over him and warm wetness surrounded him. Pleasure burned through him, demanding action. His tiger screamed, viciously, at him. Every muscle tensed as he forced his body to remain still for her. The urged to thrust into that blissful wet heat until he came bore down on him. Even his breathing began to fail him. Each breath coming in short shallow bursts until his head grew light and he feared that he would pass out if he didn’t come or stop her.

  Shaking, Kyle drew away from her, his cock popping free of her mouth. Half-lidded gold eyes looked up at him, bright with her need. Abby’s scent teased his nose, but it was the slight frown she had that finally made him smile. She had no idea how close she’d brought him with that sweet mouth. Kyle leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

  Abby moaned for him as he forced his mouth harder against hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, loving the taste of her mouth, but he wanted more. Using the kiss, he urged her back onto the bed. He’d take her here on the edge of the bed this first time, then make it up to her over the course of her Heat. Kyle’d been teased by her scent far too long as it was.

  Something scraped along his chest as he lowered himself over her. Breaking away from her lush lips, Kyle looked down the line of their bodies to see what stopped him from having her bare breasts against him. The sight of her shirt and skirt shut his annoyance down. He hadn’t even undressed her yet. Kyle shook his head and drew further away.

  No, no. This will not be some quick tumble, he told himse
lf. This isn’t a fuck. Kyle couldn’t let her remember him as the male that just took his pleasure and sired on her while she just endured his touch. Abby’s Heat, any female’s Heat, should be something special, even if it was only in the moments he was bedding her.

  Abby growled in protest as he drew away and wrapped her legs around his waist. Kyle closed his eyes and took a calming breath before opening them again. Too close, he thought. With her skirt gathered at her hips, her movement brought him inches from the most tender part of her. Kyle raised a knee on to the mattress and settled his thigh against her center. Crisp hairs tickled his skin and he had to suppress a shiver when he realized how ready she was for him. As if to drive him over the edge, Abby used her new position to raise and lower her hips. Rubbing that wetness along his thigh, pleasuring herself and throwing more of her scent around him.

  Kyle lifted a hand off the bed and pressed it to her abdomen, until he forced her to still. Abby growled up at him, her tiger obviously disliking being stopped…yet again. He growled back at her, his own frustration leaking out.

  “Move up the bed and lose the clothes,” he demanded. If he moved to take them of her, he was likely to just rip them from her. His control was threadbare.

  Abby blinked up at him, confusion touching her face a moment before her eyes grew wide. She glanced down between them then behind her at the headboard. A blush colored her cheeks when she lifted her eyes to his again. Slowly almost reluctantly, Abby untangled herself from him and moved out from under him.

  Kyle didn’t move as she wormed her way up the bed, his hand at her stomach slid along her hip and down her leg as she moved. The skirt managed to find its place, hiding her from view as she sat near the pile of pillows. When she stilled there Kyle growled, low and threatening.

  Abby gasped, her chest rising and falling a little faster as the tang of fear followed her scent. Kyle lowered his head, cursing himself.

  “The shirt,” he managed to get out without too much of a growl to the demand. Kyle wanted her fully naked under him when he took her this first time, but he couldn’t handle the ebb and flow they were following anymore. He’d deal with the skirt still being on, but that shirt had to go. Kyle’s chest ached with the need to feel her hardened nipples scrap along him as he pumped his cock inside her.

  He raised his head to see her staring at him, unmoving for a second. She grabbed the hem and pulled the shirt over her head in one fluid motion then it disappeared into shadows beside the bed. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she moved capturing his attention. He had to touch them.

  Kyle climbed the rest of the way onto the bed. Abby laid back among the pillows one hand at her chest the other by her head. He blinked and felt himself frown. Something about the way she lay was strikingly familiar. Slowly he dragged his eyes over her. Ash blonde hair curled over her shoulders, lovely pale skin colored with a slight blush, the placement of her hands, and her shapely legs…no, this wasn’t just familiar, this was déjà vu, but where—His head turned to the left. The repeating dream. I should be standing just there, he realized, his eyes wondering over her again. This is the girl I never get to touch.

  In his head, his tiger gave a snort at the thought. Our mate, it told him, sounding rather annoyed that he hadn’t understood before then.

  That fucked up dream was the mating dream? Kyle shook his head; it just didn’t seem right for that dream to be it. The thought that those doors—

  “Is…something wrong?” Abby’s uncertain voice broke through his daze.

  “No,” he answered after a moment. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Just…realized something I should have earlier.” Kyle moved further up the bed as he spoke, lowering his lips to the waistband on her skirt and dragging them along her skin.

  Goose bumps broke over her as he reached her belly button. “What was it?” Abby’s voice faltered.

  Kyle kissed her stomach. “That I’ve,” he pressed his open mouth over her ribs and lightly bit her. Abby moaned and arched under him, her legs opening slightly with it. “…been dreaming with you for years.” He licked the underside of her breast; Abby jerked and the heady scent of her arousal and pheromones nearly drove him over the edge. “You, love,” his lips grazed a hardened nipple, “are mine,” Kyle whispered the last against Abby’s breast, teasing the taut peak with what he intended to do next.

  Fingers curled into his hair as he continued to hover dangerously close, but never touching. Abby arched in a silent plea, urging him to touch, to suckle.

  “Kyle…” she breathed.

  Kyle lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Abby jerked and cried out at the contact, his eyes closed as his body ran hot with desire. Lifting a hand from the bed, he cupped her breast, mounding it to take more into his mouth. Kyle used his tongue to circle her nipple, loving the little sounds she made in response. Abby’s chest vibrated as she purred for him when he finally began to suckle the soft flesh.

  The hand in his hair tightened and a set of short cut fingernails scrapped along his upper arm. Kyle growled at her eagerness and brought a knee between hers. This time the rumble in his chest was aggravation. He pushed at one knee; she needed to open further for him.

  Abby complied, but only opened her legs another few inches. He nipped her breast and nudged her knee again then brought his other leg over. Her heartbeat sped as he knelt above her. Kyle eased away from the soft flesh and kissed his way up to her collarbone. Abby gasped for him when he licked a slow line up her neck.

  His hand glided down the plane of her stomach and over the short curls between her legs to touch the wetness there. His body throbbed at her readiness. “Open for me, Abby,” Kyle said softly and nudged for her to opening her legs even further.

  Abby hesitated, but slowly did as he asked. Kyle eased two fingers along her slit, wetting his fingers, before settling them against her clit. He heard her breath hitch. Her back arched, her breasts flattened against his chest as he circled the bundle of nerves with his fingers.

  Kyle eased down onto the bed, still keeping his weight off her. She protested when he stopped touching her, fingers gripping his upper arms tightly so he couldn’t pull away from her. He smirked at the action and used his hand to guide his cock, pressing the tip against the warm wet slit. Abby made small sounds in his ear as he buried his face in the softness of her hair and let her scent flood his brain.

  Lust hung heavy in the scent of orange blossoms and Siberian tiger. Under him, Abby shivered and the driving need to be inside her flashed in a burning wave from head to toe. Grabbing hold of her hip with his free hand, Kyle surged forward. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from roaring his pleasure as her tight channel opened and enveloped him.

  Abby’s cry of pain, the bite of her nails into his skin, and the coppery taste of blood hit him all at once.

  Fucking idiot, he cursed at himself and stopped moving. Kyle massaged her hip and thigh where he’d held it, trying to sooth the pain he’d caused. How did I miss that when I was playing with her? How did I forget her asking me to be gentle back in the alley? He kicked himself for not noticing, for not remembering. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her neck. It wasn’t enough, but at that moment it was all he could offer, other than his stillness.

  When Abby didn’t respond to his words, he lifted his head so he could see her face. Her body was tense, her brows furled and her eyes were tightly shut. Kyle sighed and wrapped the arm holding him up around her, continuing to sooth her.

  He gasped as he held her and shut his eyes as her inner muscles contracted and released in a slow uneven rhythm, adjusting to being stretched for the first time. Muscles all over his body twitched, demanding movement.

  As he fought his body’s demand the twitching intensified. Abby moved under him. Too afraid of what he’d do if he tried to move, Kyle couldn’t do anything as she slowly lifted her hips to his. His legs and hips jerked, wanting to sink more of his cock into her, but he forced himself into stillness.
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br />   Against his arms her fingers relaxed and he could feel a purr resonating in her chest again. Just as slowly as she’d risen, she lowered back to the bed. Kyle concentrated on his breathing as Abby worked her hips up and down in a painfully slow roll of her hips. He had to let her body open for him and with each pass she made, more of his cock slid inside before she retreated.

  Kyle’s breath turned shaky and he tightened his hold on her hip, stilling her. She’d taken enough of him on the previous rise of her hips. Abby frowned and meet his eyes. He lifted his head from her forehead. Hoping his expression was reassuring, he drew nearly out of her. Soft sounds of protest left her and she wrapped her legs over his. Kyle surged forward. The thrust had her gasping and arching her back.

  He grinned and eased out. They both screamed in pleasure as the next thrust seated him to the hilt. Kyle bowed his head and let the fire burning through him build as her inner muscles held tight to every inch. His sac tightened against his body ready to spill their contents. Abby squeezed his arms and made a pleading sound that he couldn’t ignore. Using his hold on her hip to steady himself, Kyle found a mild but grinding rhythm.

  With each thrust into her, Abby made little pleasurable sound. Her hardened nipples flicking against his chest with every move, sending little shocks through him. Kyle’s chest rumbled constantly, a low growl spilling forth. Fingertips trailed down his sides and over his back. Pleasure lanced through him and he lost his rhythm, thrusting harder.

  Abby cried out, her channel twitching as she neared her climax. Kyle’s cock jerked and an unfamiliar sensation pulsed at the head as he felt the barbs extending for the first time. He needed her to finish, his sac throbbed as he denied himself that final pleasure, but he wouldn’t last much longer. Abby arched under him, the grip she had on his cock tightened and pulsed.