Slowly, surely, taking all of him, covering all of him with her and making sure she was filled with every inch he had to give. With each stroke, her pace quickened until the slap slap of their bodies hitting one another became an audible echo around the room, and the heavy swinging of her breasts made another sound as they clapped together with her pace.
The El of before would probably have been discomforted by such a noise, but this one? She embraced it. Reveled in it. Going so far as to fling her head back and laugh with the glory of what she was feeling. She was a sight to behold, that was for damn sure, and she had him by the balls.
Her pussy muscles clutched around him and she let out a roar that was different to the sex noises he’d heard in the past. Not just from her, but other women too.
It was throaty and deep, and again, it rumbled through her body. This time, the tidal wave it triggered in him decimated his threadbare control. He strained against her hold, his body bucking as he experienced true ecstasy.
Something only she’d ever given him before.
He clenched his eyes shut to process the sheer fucking delight in the orgasm ricocheting around his body like a stray bullet, but as he did, he sensed something happening.
Her pussy was milking his still. Like, seriously clutching at his shaft. He’d come. He knew he had, and yet his eyes popped open as she began to purr again, this time, the purrs were like a fucking piledriver through concrete. They had him hoarsely crying out as more cum slalomed out of his cock.
Three more times she did that. Three incredible, exciting, painful times.
When she’d had enough, she collapsed against his chest, leaving him damn near comatose underneath her.
He hadn’t even known that was possible. Well, for anyone other than Sting anyway.
His eyes felt like they were permanently crossed, and as for his cock? He wasn’t sure if it would ever work again.
She settled against him like a sweaty, slick, sexy blanket. He stared overhead, insensate at what she’d just done to him.
Though they’d discussed, barely, what was going on with El, Shawn knew that this was a new development.
What she’d just done should have been impossible, right? Men didn’t come five times in the space of five minutes.
It was…
He gulped.
Possible.
She’d done it to him, and he’d done it.
The rabbit hole they’d fallen into when El had met Ryan on that dating site was far from over he realized.
Her shifting, and now this?
Jesus, where was the Queen of Hearts when he needed her?
Chapter
In his best bib and tuck, Ryan settled into the SUV, watching as his guard set themselves up for the ride ahead.
Behind and in front, he had a cavalcade of cars. Because he was Pride leader, this was his right. His due. But only because he was about to enter Pantera territory.
This show of might was only needed because of that salient point.
Whatever was going on with El, Ryan needed answers. Today. He was only going to get them from the Pantera Council, not from El’s father who was outside of the paranormal community and probably didn’t have a clue about what was going on. Just that he needed to protect his daughter…
Whether he even knew the woman who’d mothered El was a shifter at all was a question they’d have to discover later on.
Marc had told him he was going to raise the topic with El today—she needed to visit her father sooner rather than later.
Sooner being tomorrow. Later, the day after that.
Grimacing at the sense of urgency that was riding him, an urgency that told him something wasn’t right, that things were more fucked up than any of them could imagine, he watched as Adam and Trip discussed something on the verandah before Trip headed off to the SUV Ryan was in.
Opening the passenger door, Trip jumped in, but when he did a peculiar scent filled the air.
Before he could wonder at it, he asked, “What were you two talking about?”
Usually, when his brother and Triad brother got their heads together, it didn’t bode well for Ryan.
Either it meant he had to shift or there was some nonsense Pride engagement that required his attention rather than Trip’s or Marc’s.
He fully admitted to dumping more than half the load on their shoulders when it came down to socializing.
He hated the stupid events and boring parties the Pride held in his honor.
It was all part and parcel of a role he’d never wanted, for a job he didn’t want.
Trip shrugged. “Nothing.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Nothing?”
“Aren’t we allowed to talk or something?” Trip demanded, clicking his tongue in irritation. He turned around to focus his glower on Ryan and not waste its power through a reflection.
“I know you two. Shit gets real when you get your heads together.”
Trip grinned. “You know me too well, brother of mine.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Now you’re just being cryptic.”
“It’s what I do best.”
Before he could argue the point, his driver and a Beta of the Pride opened the door to climb in behind the wheel.
As he did, that peculiar scent floated into the car once more.
“What the fuck is that?” he demanded, sniffing the air as the weird perfume filled his nostrils.
Trip blinked. “I don’t smell anything.”
“Me neither, sir,” Kit, the Beta, answered, sending Trip a confused look.
Their inability to scent the bizarre smell didn’t come as much of a surprise. Part and parcel of being the leader was having heightened senses. Sensitive ones too. Although Trip did have one of the best damn noses in the Pride.
He opened the door when Kit shut his and climbed out onto the driveway.
As he did, he could sense the confusion in his people as he began to wander in and out of the line of cars that were required for his mission of diplomacy.
When he approached the vehicle at the front, the scent became overwhelming. And clear.
Oh, so clear to him.
His eyes widened as he realized he knew that scent.
Running for the driver door, he pulled it open and screamed, “Get the fuck out of the…”
But it was too late. dpg!
Before he could tell them to move, before he could help them save themselves, a fireball burst from within the SUV’s fender.
As a fiery cascade burned his eyes, he heard the screams. The yells. But his thoughts were for El. This was because of her, he knew it. She was in danger and he’d failed her. Failed them all.
And then, he thought nothing. He became nothing. Nothing but silence.
FIN
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