by Milly Taiden
She drained the last of her drink and got up from the couch, wobbling a bit on her feet. Crap. Maybe she should slow it down. Nah. Every time she thought of Jag, her temperature rose, and she needed to play it cool or she’d let him rip her clothes off before he worked enough for it, and if anyone needed to work for the punani tonight, it was Jag. She was not going to be another easy fuck. She was more than that. She wanted more than that. Deserved more.
“You okay, honey?” Ivy asked, trying not to laugh.
Riley lifted her chin. “I’m fine. I may have to throw up before Jag gets here, but there’s always more wine.” She turned, knocking over her glass on the coffee table. “Right, Gerri?”
“Oh, Jesus. She’s sloppy drunk and Jag’s not even here to take advantage.” Henley snorted. “Well, at least now her rusty hinges are oiled enough to open wide when certain hard parts point her way.”
“Hey!” Riley complained with a small burp. “I can open wide with the best of them, and that includes you.”
Gerri got up and steered her around toward the stairs. “Let’s go, lovey. Right now, all compasses point upstairs where I left a surprise for you in your room.”
Riley wiggled her arm from Gerri’s grip. “Oh no,” she waggled a finger at the matchmaker. “The last gift you left for one of us was a live life-sized holograph of Vander that Ivy thought was a digital sexbot!”
“Yes,” Gerri nodded, taking her arm again to walk her forward. “And look how well that turned out. Trust me, Ri, Jag is no different than any other potential mate. You say he’s got the attention span of a horny teenager? Then you need to be the shiniest thing on his radar tonight.”
“I…I…” Riley stuttered. “I think I need another drink.”
Gerri shook her head. “You’ve had enough liquid courage to raid a mountain camp single-handedly. Now, be a good girl and come with me.”
They got to the top of the stairs and Gerri opened the door. Riley made a beeline for the bathroom, but it was a false alarm.
“Sparkling Sidaii will lower your inhibitions, honey, but won’t make you sick. It’s why I chose it for tonight.”
Riley’s gaze collided with Gerri’s. “Think Jag will notice?”
“What? That you’re drunk or that you’re up for the hottest nasty monkey sex of his life?”
“Gerri, I’m serious,” she said, walking into the bedroom from the bathroom and collapsing on the bed.
The matchmaker opened the armoire and took out a garment bag, hanging it on the door. “I know, sweetheart. Oftentimes we have to make sure they see us. The real us. Even if it means throwing caution to the wind and going for what we want.”
Riley’s breath caught in her lungs. Her hands turned slick with sweat. If anyone knew her reservations about Jag, it was Gerri. She shook her head. That wasn’t true. They all knew. So it was clear she had to do something about it and stop letting her fear stop her.
Jag loved the single life and he wasn’t giving it up. You didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to see that. Maybe if she figured out what the hell she wanted, she could demand from him some kind of sexual or emotional commitment or combination of each instead of keeping herself and him in limbo. She was exhausted fighting with him and turning him down. It’s not what she wanted. It would crush her if she was another conquest, but then again it scared the crap out of her if it meant more. Gerri was giving her the full court press the same way she had with Ivy and Vander. If that didn’t speak to possibilities, then she didn’t know what did.
“I see you, Riley. You’re going to give yourself a migraine thinking so damn hard,” Gerri said, unzipping the black dress bag. “What have I told you girls about overthinking a situation with a potential mate?”
“Don’t think. Just feel.”
The older woman nodded. “I do the thinking so you don’t have to. Jag is ready, even if you don’t think so. You’re afraid, Riley. It’s why you’re so quiet. If you were confident in yourself and what you wanted, you’d be all over that boy like white on rice. Do it, honey. Let go and let yourself feel. Trust me, that boy has a lot for you to feel.”
At Gerri’s grin, Riley cringed. “Stop, I can’t think about Jag’s package with you smiling like that. It’s like talking about sex with my mother.”
Gerri laughed out loud. “Really. And do you also shop in your mother’s adult toy stash?”
Riley’s eyes jerked up and she blinked. “You know about that?”
“Of course! I brought the box of fun with me for you and the girls until you had your own flesh and blood boy toys and even afterward.” She smirked. “Did you think they were all mine?”
Riley sputtered, not knowing what to say. “Uhm, no?” She exhaled. “They were all still in packaging, new. I wasn’t sure if they were yours or if you sold them or what.” She covered her eyes with her hands. “So, you’re not mad I helped myself to one or two or…five?”
Gerri took the dress out of the bag. “No, I’m glad they helped take the edge off, but if all goes the way I hope it does tonight, you won’t need them unless you want them, now uncover your eyes and take a look at this!”
A shimmer of gold winked as she pulled her hands from her eyes. The room was immediately bathed in deep red hues. Gerri looked at the ceiling and smiled. “My sentiments exactly. This dress is HOT!”
The dress was sleek, the fabric unlike any Riley had seen before. It wasn’t silk or satin but something in between. It slid over the skin like the most liquid silk, fluid and sensuous, yet its sheen was stunning.
Riley pulled the new sexy gold dress over her head. She turned in the mirror, her gaze fascinated at the way the fabric clung to her curves without bunching. The material crisscrossed under her ribs, highlighting her waist, and a plunging neckline showed off her breasts making her hourglass figure even more alluring. She turned in front of the mirror, stunned at how beautiful she looked and felt. The dress with its deep fall at the front showed off her cleavage, and as she turned, she grinned at the way the back dipped to the base of her spine. From there, the style seemed to hug her butt in the best way. Damn. Her ass looked amazing.
“Okay, missy, that’s enough. Take the dress off and get your sweet ass in the bathtub. I left special bath salts and a sugar scrub for you to polish your skin, plus the scent is completely intoxicating, if I do say so myself.” She waited, holding out her hand for the dress. “Now, scoot.”
12
Riley opened the door and smiled. “Hi.”
“Riley? Wow.” Jag stood there, lips parted.
Smile fading, she sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I clean up good. Don’t look so surprised. It’s insulting.”
“No, really.” He reached for her hand as she turned from the door. “You look great, Ri. I’m the one who looks like he should direct parking at a funeral.” He glanced down at his black jeans and dress shirt. “But you…you absolutely stun in that dress.”
Her smile was back, and this time, it was even more hopeful than when she first opened the door. “I’m almost ready. I just need to touch up my lipstick and grab my purse.”
His mouth watered at the sight of her. And God help him, her scent! It was even more delicious tonight. His xenos paced, making his heart pound in his chest. He’d kept her at a distance. Trying to weigh what his body demanded with what he felt about the woman…about Riley herself. For Vander, it might have all been a glut of sex and hormones and caveman clubs and dragging Ivy off by her hair, but he wasn’t the heir to the throne. Not when Ivy carried Vander’s baby.
The pressure was off and his xenos had lived it up for the past several months. Still, whenever Riley was near, the animal went crazy. Pawing at his insides. He’d flirted, and hell, he’d done what his instincts told him to do when they were alone. Except they were never alone. Riley was right about that.
If they were by themselves, the place was too public. Every other time, either Henley or Ivy or both were around. He ignored his xenos every time it rose within, pacing and growling. He t
ook the edge off playing the playboy. Even teasing Riley. At first, it was fun.
He got a kick out of watching emotions shadow her face, from shy to laughing, and angry to aroused to the point he’d fuck her in front of an audience if she’d let him. But now, it wasn’t fun anymore. His inner lion wanted her, and this time it wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Was she ready? To fuck, yes. Her body would sizzle. He’d take care of that. But to claim her? Truth was, he didn’t know. He could probably convince her to keep things casual, but why? He shook his head.
Fuck casual.
Riley was his, and his xenos roared in reply. Mine.
Still, he wanted to taste her. Have her…let her taste him. Have him. In this, they were both virgins and that meant they needed to pop this cherry in a big way, and he had just the dick to do it.
She stood in the mirror, lipstick in hand. Without preface, he stepped behind her and swept her hair from her neck. His lips touched her soft skin. Feathering kisses over her shoulder, he flicked the back of her ear with his tongue.
“You sure you want to go out right away?” he whispered. “You look good enough to eat, Riley, and right now all I want is my face buried deep in your pussy.”
She gasped, and a flood of wet musk soaked her panties. He reached for her wrist and spun her around. His mouth found hers, demanding and hungry. Her lips tasted of sparkling Sidaii, but he didn’t care. Just like he didn’t care that he messed up her lipstick. Fuck that.
“We’re finally alone, Ri. No people in the streets. No surprises in the corridors. No friends. Just you and me. You said I’d know where to find you, and not in the hall if I wanted to—talk. Well, here I am, little mouse. And I want to make you roar.”
He’d walked her backward until the back of her legs hit the couch. Jag steadied her as the force of his kiss nearly knocked her over the back of the sofa. His hands gripped her arms and she groaned at the strength of his hands. Calloused and rough. Rough. That single word summed up everything she imagined being with Jag. He dragged a hand from her throat to her breast and pinched her nipple through the silky fabric, and an electric bolt shot straight to her pussy.
“I…I didn’t expect this.” Her voice cracked, and she caught the beginnings of a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Damn Jag and his nose. Panting after a shifter had its benefits but playing it casual wasn’t one of them. He knew she’d wanted him all day. Truth was she had wanted him so badly, she couldn’t see straight.
“We can go if you want,” he said, angling his head, that hint of smirk now full and gorgeous on his lips.
“I…I…”
Jag slid his hand under her breast and cupped its weight while the other caressed her bare arm, letting his fingers drift to her lips to shut her up. “Stop thinking and just feel, baby. Your scent is saturated with want. Say whatever, but you want this tonight. You want me as much as I want you.”
He pressed his body against hers, the hard bar of his cock to the exact place between her thighs. “Feel how hard I am, Riley. That’s all for you, baby. Just like I know that sweetness between your legs is all for me.”
His hands moved to her shoulders again and he pulled her close. This time, he let his mouth linger over hers. “I asked you before, and I’m asking again. Open for me, Riley. Let me taste you. I can smell your slick juice running down your thighs from here.”
“Jag—” she tried, but he shook his head, letting his hands slide the length of her as he sunk to his knees in front.
“If you want me, I want to hear you. Whatever you think, this is not a game. Not anymore.” He shook his head. “Everything I feel, my xenos feels. Just thinking about you makes my cock hard and my lion paces, waiting to be fed. The only thing that will satisfy is you, love.”
She chewed on her lip, her nipples aching and her clit pulsing for him. “Just don’t ruin my dress.”
A slow grin spread across his lips and he stood, taking her hem with him as he straightened. Lifting the dress from her shoulders, he draped it on the back of the couch.
“Good?” he asked, taking in her bare breasts and the sexy way she stood in her heels and tiny panties.
With a bravado unlike ever before, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. “I’ll let you know.”
Before she could say another word, Jag pushed her panties aside and licked the seam of her pussy lips. Riley gasped at the rough feel of his cat’s tongue and he grinned.
“I guess so,” he said and slid his hands up her thighs and pushed her legs apart. “Geronimo!” With a grin, he dipped his face deep into her slit and dragged his tongue from her opening to her clit.
He drove his tongue deep as his thumbs worked her. He let one hand glide over her ass to cup the full flesh. He moved to her hard nub as his fingers slipped two, then three, into her wet cleft.
She moaned, arching for more. She dug her fingers into his dark hair, twisting them in the thick mane.
“So sweet,” he said, sucking her clit again. “Your slick juice is all over my fingers and my chin.” He curled his fingers deeper into her cunt and she tensed. Her body clenched, and she fisted his hair tightly as she came.
Jag held her hips as the spasms faded. When her ass slumped against the back of the couch, he straightened, untying his tie. “My turn.”
He shed his clothes and gathered her close, the hard bar of his cock pressed against her lower belly as he nuzzled her breasts. Riley sank to the floor, palming the hard length of his dick in her hand.
His fingers wound through her hair, their coils wrapping his fingers like silken snakes. “Take me deep, Riley. I want that lipstick on my shaft all the way to my balls.
She circled his head with her tongue and then swallowed him to his base, working him with the flat of her tongue. He growled, fisting her hair and he fucked her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Feel my hard length down your throat.”
She pulled back, releasing him inch by inch as she worked him from her mouth, licking him the entire way until her tongue flicked at the pearl of cum on his tip.
Jag pulled her to standing and took her mouth with his. “Kiss me, baby. Suck my tongue like you did my cock and taste our mixed essence.”
Without breaking their kiss, Jag scooped her into his arms and carried her around to the front of the couch. He lowered her down and then stood back.
“I can’t wait anymore, Riley. Spread yourself for me, baby. Let me watch you play with your pretty pink pussy before I bury my cock balls deep.”
Ri leaned back on the cushions and spread her knees wide, letting her hand dip to her wet slit. Jag’s mouth pulled into a crooked grin, and he knelt between her thighs, his hand still fisting his cock.
He let go and slid his fingers up her thighs to her pussy. Covering her hand, their entwined fingers spread her folds, and he dipped his head again, his tongue licking her from clit to ass and delved into her wet entrance.
A small cry left her mouth and she arched, wanting more. He rose, letting his hands slide from her hips up her legs. He pulled her up from the ankles and spread her legs wide. Pressing his swollen head to her pussy, his eyes locked with hers.
“You want this? My rock hard length deep in your pussy?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“I want to hear you, Riley,” he said, pulling back.
She hissed in protest. “I want you, Jag. Please! I want you deep!”
He drove deep, and she bucked, meeting his thrust. “You’re so wet, it’s dripping down my balls.”
“Jag!” she cried out, clenching her eyes closed as her walls spasmed, milking his corded shaft.
“Look at me, Riley. I want to watch your eyes as I fuck you, watch your face as my cock slips in and out of your tight slit.”
His swollen head bulged to twice its size, and the rough edges of curved feline barbs rasped her inner walls. Her eyes met his, and she gritted her teeth as he drove harder and deeper.
“Jag
! Please!”
With a smirk, he pulled back, teasing her as she teetered on climax, his cock barely touching her spot. With a cry, she locked her legs around his hips and ground her pussy against him.
He snarled and his xenos rose to just below the surface, but he pushed it down. Now was not the time to claim her. Riley’s body quivered, her skin a sheen of sweat and electricity as her body crested to climax.
Jag inhaled her drenched scent, and he threw his head back with a roar. “Come for me, Riley! Now!” He held her thighs and pumped hard, deep, hitting her spot over and over.
Her head dropped back, and heat suffused as she came, hard, her body quaking as waves juddered through, leaving her boneless.
Holding still, Jag emptied himself. He held her tightly, letting her take every drop until he exhaled a ragged breath, his head falling forward to his chest.
She reached for him, pulling him down to the couch with her, their bodies still joined.
“So,” he chuckled. “Good?”
She inhaled, running her fingers through his damp hair. “You have no idea.”
His chest rumbled above hers and he lifted his head, pressing his chin to her chest to look at her. “Still want to go out?”
“I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing, you know,” she shot back, pulling his hair.
“Hey, ouch. Okay…okay. But I think we’re both needing a shower to start from scratch again.”
She snuggled down into the cushions, taking him with her. “No problem. Like you said, things don’t get hopping until midnight. We might even have time for another go and a snack.”
Grinning, he rolled with her onto the floor with a muffled thud. “We could always try the linen closet.”
“Just bring your cock and the wine and we’re golden.” She chuckled.
He looked at her. “Please tell me you’re not drunk.”