by A. Vers
“You going to come for me, Nisha?” he asks, then laps at me again. I cry out. He spreads my lips and suckles on the demanding bud. White hot pleasure forks through me.
I collapse onto the mattress as my arms give out.
His chuckle is masculine as he wraps an arm around my waist and flips me over. I stare at him through a fog of need. He spreads my legs again and lays between them, pinching at the base of my clit and biting it softly between not so human teeth.
My heart races.
His silver eyes raise to mine and he licks up my body like an ice cream cone. My head falls back. He slips two fingers back inside my sheath and works me in time to every steady swipe of his tongue. I thrash my head, bucking and twisting as the edge of pleasure gets closer and closer and—
I scream his name, my spine bowing as my orgasm breaks over me fast in a wash of heat.
My whole body goes boneless and I pant. It takes every ounce of strength I have left to open my eyes and stare down at him.
Tanner licks his lips. His smile is predatory. Satisfied. He eases to his knees and his cock is glistening at the tip. “You fucking taste like cream,” he growls.
I can find no words as he grips my thighs and pulls me down to him.
He fits his body to mine and slips inside with another deep rumble. My still clenching core ripples around him and I dig my nails into his thighs. “God, Tanner,” I gasp as he stretches me and fills me perfectly.
His head bends and those glowing silver eyes lock deep in mine. “Hold on.”
My eyes widen a moment before he pulls out and slams back into me. I scoot several inches on the bed as his cock bottoms out in my core. I grunt.
His grin is evil. “I did say hold on.”
I dig my hands into the mattress like my life depends on it.
He rolls his hips and glides out of me. My body tightens in response, trying to hold him deep inside. He pushes back in and the curved tip of him rubs along the top of my body in a thick caress.
I grip the bed and ride his cock, working my hips and ass in a frenzy as he pounds me into the mattress. Sweat beads along his neck and chest. The urge to lick away every drop fills my mouth in saliva.
My spine arches as he moves inside me, building that delicious friction again. But its more than that. It’s the fullness of having him inside me. It’s the way his eyes gleam and his teeth could shred me in two.
His hands convulse at my sides and there is a distinctive wet rip as his claws shred the quilt.
And it’s all I can take.
My orgasm catches me by surprise, tightening me and gripping his length until my vision darkens and I can only give a wordless cry as he pulls out fast.
The world spins as his hot seed coats my hips and belly.
He grunts above me, his hips pistoning as he works himself with one hand. “Fuck, Nisha.”
The words barely register as I lay in a world of soft glows and warmth. But I manage to lick my dry lips. “God,” I gasp. “You can … do me again … anytime.” And I am not surprised by how much I mean it.
Chapter 32
Tanner
Nisha’s words echo in my ears, but I’m too far gone.
Sweat rolls down my spine and I shake.
Fuck.
That was close. Too fucking close.
She collapses before me, her breathing ragged as her lean body twitches.
I swear under my breath and smooth her hair back from her flushed face. “Nisha? You still with me?”
She jerks. “I’m … fine.”
“Are you sure?” I murmur, still stroking her thick hair. “You’re kind of twitchy.”
Her hand raises and she weakly pats my knee. “I’m fine. Just messy.” Her eyes roll to mine. “I’m sure you had your reasons for that.”
I grimace. “Yeah,” I say.
It was why I stayed in cat form until we got here. I knew I wouldn’t take her unless I was human. Personally, I’ve never been into bestiality. Still, it took every ounce of willpower to stay in the fucking back seat.
But the cat has no qualms about seeing her belly grow. Of mounting her any way she will have us. And if she was going to get pregnant, it would be during her heat cycle.
My face twists before I can stop it.
“You ripped the blanket,” she says, her voice softer now.
“Sorry.” It’s been years since I lost control like that too.
Her eyes slit and she peers up at me. “It was the sexiest fucking thing ever.”
My lips contort into a frown. I grip her cheek. “Don’t move.”
I gingerly slide from the bed. My body is still rock hard as her scent continues to fill the air. It will stay that way until her cycle ends now.
I’ve tasted her. Filled her.
Nisha is making noises by the time I straighten. Little mewls of want. “How am I still horny?” she groans.
Her pert breasts are a gods-damn offering as she lays back, skin flushed and slick. I can still feel her flesh under my hands. I can hear her cries as I slapped her tail. My cock jumps.
Teeth grinding, I walk into the bathroom to get her a hot rag. When I come back, she has managed to scoot up to the pillows, but that is about it.
I spread her honey colored thighs and gently clean her still glistening flesh before whipping down her flat stomach. My scent mixes with hers and a spiral of masculine pleasure builds in my chest. I force it away.
She watches me from under her heavy-lidded lashes. “I can do that.”
“I know,” I say. “But it gives me another reason to touch you.”
Her cheeks turn rosy.
I take the rag back into the bathroom, rinse it out, and lay it over the edge of the tub to dry.
Her bright eyes follow me as I climb onto the bed beside her. Turning her a bit, I draw her back against my chest. “Rest for a while,” I tell her.
She turns in the curve of my arms, her thick hair sliding over my chest until my cock throbs. “I’m not tired,” she tells me, her hands pressing me back onto the bed.
I let her ease me back until I gaze up at her. “You should rest, Nisha. Your heat cycle is far from over.”
Her lips quirk. “Is that your way of saying I need to keep up my strength?”
My hand slides up her bare side. “You’re still at the beginning of the cycle. Believe me, the need gets worse.”
She goes still. “What?”
I draw her down and press her head into the crook of my arm. “It takes about three days for your heat cycle to wane. If you go too hard too fast, when it reaches its peak, you won’t be able to take me or anyone else.”
Not that I plan on anyone else finding their way into her body.
I’ve never been known to share, and with Nisha …
My hands clench around her. “Just rest for now, okay?”
She remains quiet, her body tense against mine. “Will it hurt?”
I lean back. “What?”
“When it gets worse,” she murmurs, eyes wide. “Does the ache hurt worse than now?”
My gut turns. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t,” I tell her. And am surprised that I mean every word.
No matter what it takes.
She closes her eyes and curls into my side, her body drawing up like she can shield herself from the truth. Or maybe what she is no doubt already feeling.
I heard stories from some of the pack women as a teen. Stories that left me cold at the damage they endured to sate the ache. And with Nisha still not changing shape, she has to endure all of it as a human. My only hope is to keep her body eased with my tongue and my hands.
Considering how fucking good she tastes, it won’t be a problem. But the weight between my legs tells me that keeping other parts away from her slick heat will be harder.
Condoms are useless for shifters. We break them with our strength alone. And though I need to ask if she is on birth control, her soft breathing keeps me from doing so.
I carry no diseases, and the
night she was bitten, the shifter virus killed anything in her system. She won’t be able to catch a cold now let alone an STD. Pregnancy is my only worry.
I close my eyes.
Nisha does not need to worry about an unplanned pregnancy right now. And I don’t either.
As her breathing deepens and then evens out completely, I slip carefully from beside her and walk into the bathroom.
My eyes still glow silver in the mirror, but I can’t do any fucking thing about them. I grab a towel and sling it around my hips before leaving her cabin.
My truck is back in the gravel turnaround and Caine sits on the steps of my porch. He looks up, his crimson eyes glittering.
“That’s a nice look for you. Very rugged.”
I flip him off. “Where are the others?”
He runs a hand through his dark hair. “I sent Gage and Horan to help Ruin.”
“And you deigned to stay here and watch my back?”
He motions vaguely. “Back. Front. Whichever.”
I scowl and ease past him. Stepping inside my cabin, I shuck the towel and slip on a pair of jeans.
When I turn around, Caine is leaning in the doorway, his lips curved.
“Any reason why you’re watching me dress?” I snap.
“You know you can’t handle her alone.”
I glare at him. “I can. And I will.”
His smile only grows, like my reaction amuses the hell out of him. “You could always ask Callus to—”
I have him by the throat before he can blink. “Caine, I’m fucking warning you.”
He doesn’t try to force me away. Indeed, he merely watches me, his crimson eyes roiling softly with hellfire. “I heard you both,” he tells me, his voice rough from my hold. “You’re going to have to take her again and again. That’s why it takes a pack.”
My fingers tighten at his words. “No one touches her but me.”
“Sure, Tanner,” he sneers. “Then you get her pregnant and we have a miniature version of you running around.”
My gut turns to stone. I drop him and step back, ice rolling through my veins. “She won’t get pregnant. Not by me.”
He appraises me in silence for a moment, his dark head cocking. “You sound awful sure about that, Tanner.”
“I won’t get her pregnant. Not now. Not ever.”
The quiet stretches. He lifts the hem of his shirt and pulls down the waistband of his jeans, flashing strong, but lean hip bones and dark marks like tattoos over his pubic bone.
“I’m sterile.” The words are carefully empty, and his eyes are dull. Like it doesn’t mean a damn thing to him.
I stare. “Why are you telling me that?”
He shifts his clothes back into place. “I like the kitten. She’s feisty.” My hands ball into fists. “But you know that’s about it with me,” he says, shrugging. “I won’t catch feelings or try to take her. She’s not my type.”
I rock back.
“But I can help keep her comfortable, either through my magick or my body if you need it.”
The offer hangs in the air between us, and I can only watch him as something in my gut loosens.
Though I doubt I will take him up on it, especially not without explaining everything to Nisha, the offer is surprisingly selfless for a demon.
For Caine.
“What’s in it for you?” I ask.
His red eyes roll. “Sex is my food, cat. That is all I need.”
I dip my head. “I don’t know that Nisha would go for it, but—”
“Tanner?”
Nisha’s rasping cry rips through the air.
I swear and run past Caine. My bare feet hit the gravel and I slide, but make it to her porch within beats of her already pounding heart.
My body fills the doorway as she starts to climb from the bed, her nude frame made from so much lean muscle and womanly curves.
“Nisha?”
Her eyes glow a soft gold in the low lights and her whole face is flushed. Feverish.
A low whimper seems to rip from her chest. “Hurts,” she says, spearing me with the pain in her gaze.
I move across the floor and crouch before her. “What does?”
She winces. “Everything.”
My gut knots, but I grip her slim thighs and knead them as gently as I can. “It’s the heat.”
“Sucks,” she gasps out.
My lips tighten. “I know.” I stand and gently ease her back onto the bed. “Let me help.”
Her eyes dart a bit as all that thick hair of hers cascades on the bedspread. I kiss her bare knees and work my way up her thighs. The sounds she makes has me harder than steel inside my jeans.
“That’s better already, isn’t it?” I ask, pulling her to the edge of the bed.
She nods, the motion frantic as her slim hips arch, filling my nose with her feminine scent.
I spread her thighs and drop my eyes to the glistening center of her body. She’s redder now, swollen. My teeth grit.
Damn.
Her heat is building faster than I expected.
“You want to ride my face?” I ask, eyes still locked on the sweet core of her.
She gasps, her stomach bunching and her head tilting up so she can look at me.
I offer her what I hope is a lighthearted grin. “Because I want you to.”
A low moan spills from her lips. “Please.”
Chuckling in earnest, I hook her legs over my shoulders. “Nisha, you never need to beg for that.”
Chapter 33
Tanner
My fingers dig into her hips and down over her full ass, seating her over my mouth as I part her drenched folds. The delicate wash of her body is intoxicating on my tongue, drawing a low rumble from my lips. She cries out. My lips wrap around her hard pearl, sucking until she keens in one ragged scream.
I jerk inside my jeans, the denim rubbing my swollen flesh until I’m raw.
Fuck.
I have to force my hands away from her body as my claws lengthen with my need. My need to seat myself deep into her slick core and fuck her until neither of us can move.
Reigning in the beast, I lick up her body and slip my tongue into her already rippling sheath. Her hands dig into my hair as she grinds her hips into my face. I growl again, pressing harder as I taste and lave at her delicate entrance.
It doesn’t take long for her to break apart, her thighs quivering on each side of my face. I lap at her cream until her cries echo off the walls. And then I clean her skin of every drop.
That is a flavor I will never get out of my head.
She pushes at me. “God.”
I shift a bit but rock back on my heels as she continues to shake. “Better?” I ask. My dick is rock hard inside my denim, but thankfully the material acts as a solid enough barrier to keep me from taking her like I want to.
Her head rolls to the side and she glares down at me. “I can’t … feel … my legs.”
My lips twitch. “Good.”
The delicate curve of her cheeks turns bright red, but otherwise she doesn’t remark. I rise to my feet and lift her against me before laying her back out on the pillows. My hand finds her hair before I can stop myself.
I smooth the thick tendrils back from her damp face and cup her cheek. “You hungry?”
She licks her lips. “Thirsty. Very thirsty.”
Nodding, I move to the mini-fridge and grab her a bottle of water. Uncapping it, I help to ease her up by the shoulders so she can drink.
Her slim throat works as she guzzles half in several long pulls. I ease the bottle back and help her to get comfortable.
She watches me almost shyly, her eyes that stunning sea green under her long ass lashes. “Thank you,” she murmurs.
“For what?” I ask, my hand finding its way into her hair again. For some reason, I can’t stop fucking touching her.
“For helping me.” Her cheeks heat. “I’m not normally …” She bites her lip and falls silent.
“This hor
ny?” I supply.
A small nod is my only answer.
“Being a shifter guarantees our bodies stay almost over sensitized. With time, it eases enough to function. But every shifter goes through a bad patch of skin hunger during our first change.”
“Skin hunger?” she asks, frowning.
“We crave touch. It’s the beast inside of us,” I tell her. “As our bodies find that more primal mindset and our senses grow stronger, we seek what feels good. Sex, touch, affection. It all kind of goes hand in hand for our kind.”
“So this is normal?”
“Mostly.” Her brows narrow and I try to smile. “A female’s heat is taking all of that and making it about a million times worse,” I say honestly. “You crave sex because your body knows you’re most fertile right now. It’s the urge to procreate. To continue your blood line.”
She makes a face. “But I’m not ready for kids.”
That feeling of lead in my gut grows. “I know. That’s why I’m not going to impregnant you.”
“But …” Her eyes lower and I wait as she seems to search for the right words. “I feel empty. Even with your mouth and your hands … I feel hollow.” She looks up. “Earlier, it was better. With you inside me.” More color stains her face and neck. “Not that just now wasn’t great. But I feel like something is missing.”
I gulp and my dick jumps.
So do I. But I can’t exactly empty my load in her.
“Because your body knows what it needs,” I say softly. “Your human body is fertile, but it requires my seed or another male’s to start your beast’s cycle. Which would, yes, make you pregnant.” She squirms. “And since we don’t want kids … I have to be very careful with you, Nisha.”
“Even with my birth control?”
My cock gives a persistent throb, but I force my expression to blank. “Your birth control is dosed for a human body. Not a shifter’s. Your metabolism works too fast for it to keep up.”
Her arms cross. “So no actual sex?”
I can’t help it, I laugh. She scowls at me, but the expression holds little real hostility and her lips curve too. “I don’t think any woman has ever been so upset about that before,” I say.
She lets her eyes roam from my head down and the motion is an eye-fuck in every sense of the word. “I’ve had you inside of me, Tanner. I think I’m craving that again more than anything else.”