by Olivia Arran
His finger was brushing my opening in teasing circles. Hmmm, what? I opened my mouth to answer. He slid the digit inside, rough as he filled me. I bit down on my lip, strangling the moan, my eyelids fluttering as they tried to close against the wave of pleasure cascading out through my limbs. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes, you’ve always lived there? Or, yes…” He hooked his finger, circling it tight inside me.
“Both” How the hell I managed to find the word, I’d never know. My thighs trembled, squeezing around his wrist as if trying to hang on. Above the table, I flexed my fingers, willing them to uncurl. Out of desperation, I grabbed a bread roll, just to have something to hold onto other than digging my nails into the table, which wouldn’t be very subtle.
“Would you like another?” It took a second to register his calm question. He held out the basket of bread, but his eyes flicked toward where his hand was hidden beneath the table, gently thrusting in and out of me, as if we weren’t surrounded by a roomful of people.
Would I like another...? Screw it. If he was going to make me scream, I might as well opt for the multiple orgasm on the menu. “Yes.”
He slid another finger inside me, stretching me wider as he curled and thrust deep, the only outward sign of tension was a muscle jumping in his jaw. His nostrils flared, his lips parting. “You smell amazing,” he growled.
Plates clinked and that was our only warning before Mark arrived again. Cade didn’t flinch or jump, instead lifting the bread basket and pushing it over to my side of the table, indicating that Mark could leave the plates at the end. Effectively blocking the line of his arm disappearing under the table with a swift angling of his large body and the bread basket.
Mark efficiently laid out the food in silence. He had to know what was happening, but there was no sign of it on his face. Perfectly professional.
I squirmed, Cade’s fingers still pressing inside me, pushing softly back and forth.
Then we were alone again. “That was very—”
“Distracting?” His mouth whispered against my ear as he placed my plate in front of me. “Eat. You’re going to need the energy.” His thumb grazed my clit, circling around like a predator biding its time for the perfect moment to attack.
I expelled my sucked in breath. “He knew,” I hissed, torn between being mortally embarrassed and so turned on I was about to combust into flames.
“And? Do you want me to stop?” His fingers stilled, withdrawing millimeter by millimeter. “Did it bother you that he knew you were mine? Do you hate the idea that much?”
Emptiness filled me at his retreat, the slow burn lingering and clawing at my insides, blurring his words of claim until they didn’t sting. Didn’t pinch with heavy burden and a million excuses. They promised.
He held my gaze, waiting for my answer, his silence vowing to do exactly as I commanded. No messing around. To accept or reject?
His hazel eyes darkened with need. For me. For us.
I let go and surrendered, clinging to a glimpse of a future that I never knew was possible. “Don’t stop,” I breathed.
Chapter Nineteen
Cade
She trembled with need, the desire etched into her skin in a flush so beautiful, I struggled to breathe, let alone growl my next command. The insane urge had gripped me the second I’d laid eyes on her, from her long shapely legs to the swell of her breasts fighting the soft midnight blue that constrained them. It was the damn dress.
No. Fuck. It was her.
She inspired me, entranced me. Captivated me. I needed to lavish her with attention, more than I needed my heart to continue beating. I wanted her breathy moans and soft sighs, her pleasure spilling out onto my hand and marking me as hers.
To please her. To love her in the only way she would allow.
“Eat.” My demand was hoarse, and I punctuated it with a curl of my fingers, stroking that soft spot inside of her that reddened her cheeks. Picking up my fork, I stabbed at something on my plate and lifted it to my mouth, my eyes never leaving hers. “Eat, or I’ll stop.”
Her hand trembled, but she gritted her teeth and picked up her knife and fork, slicing into her chicken and spearing a mouthful.
My fingers slid easily inside her, her muscles squeezing tight as her breath hitched. Dragging my thumb around her core, I slid it over her clit, light and steady.
She jumped, her back hitting the seat as she arched into my hand.
Damn. She was so responsive. So trusting that it blew my mind. “Easy there, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” I murmured, sliding my hand into her hair. Forget eating. Forget pretending. The humans wouldn’t be able to see in the dim light and the shifters didn’t care one way or another. Sure, they’d be jealous, but word had spread like quick fire and everyone knew—Mina wasn’t some random woman. She was my mate.
And I was taking care of her.
Her lips parted and I slid my thumb between the soft flesh, giving her something to bite down on as I picked up my pace, building the friction as I coaxed the first signs of a quiver from her, the tremble that indicated her rapidly approaching orgasm. The tightening around my fingers, squeezing and pulsating. Her teeth clamping down on my thumb hard enough to bruise. Her hips flexing beneath my hand as her eyelids fluttered shut and neck arched on a muffled cry of release.
My cock throbbed in time with her sharp pants, fighting against the denim that held it hostage.
She crumpled, her head tilting to the side, nestling into my hand, my thumb slipping from between her lips.
Leaning in, I captured her mouth, tasting her contentment with every languid lash of my tongue, every nip of my teeth against her pliable flesh. My skin itched with the need to shed my clothes, to pull her to me and thrust inside her welcoming warmth. To ride the aftershocks of her orgasm until she tightened again and again, and we drowned in each other.
Instead, I kissed the tip of her nose, forcing a smile. “You okay?”
Blinking her eyes open, her mouth curved up into a smile. No hint of mortification to be seen. “Cade?” she whispered in a voice thick with contentment.
I slid my hand out from under her skirt. Made myself do it, despite wanting to stay and play some more. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Would it be okay if…” She glanced at our nearly untouched plates and winced. “Would it be okay if we just … left?”
My cock twitched. Down boy. “Where would you like to go?” I kept my voice light. Easy. Just because she wanted to leave didn’t mean—
“Your cabin.”
Okay. That didn’t mean—
“Your bed.”
Thank fuck.
Leaving the restaurant was a blur, as was the drive home. Mina’s hand in mine, then on my leg, creeping into my lap. Cupping and smoothing over my shaft with a steady determination that matched the wicked glint in her eye. This was a woman who had decided what she wanted, and that lucky bastard was me.
She looked around as we walked the short distance from truck to cabin. I’d contemplated parking in my living room, but pulled up short. Brent was going to kick my ass tomorrow for driving through the courtyard.
“Where is everyone?”
“At work. It’s my night off.” I shoved the front door open, tugging her inside.
Her soft laughter at my impatience prompted me to pick her up and carry her through the cabin, pausing long enough to brush the bed clear of the several notepads I’d been jotting down ideas about the purists in. Letting her slide down my body, I yanked my shirt off over my head, throwing it behind me.
Her soft gasp stroked my ego, her hands pressing against and exploring my chest in tentative strokes. Her fingers traced the line of a scar earned before my time in Heartsridge, but she didn’t ask. Didn’t pause in her exploration.
Reaching behind her neck, I tugged at the flimsy scraps of blue holding her dress together. They came apart under my fingers, slithering through my hands, continuing to slide until they caught on the mounds of her breasts.
A single flick of my finger and she was revealed, the dress giving up all hope and slithering to the floor.
My knees hit the floor along with it, my mouth closing over her nipple and sucking it deep, her plump flesh muffling my groan. Cupping her lace covered ass, I dragged her panties down, sliding my hands around to cup and slick through her wet center, my finger driving back into her warmth. Rolling her nipple between my teeth, I tugged, feeling the answering clench of her core.
“Cade!” She rocked above me, her hands threading into my hair and holding on.
Nudging her knees apart, I kissed my way down her stomach, nipping at her skin and licking her scent into my soul, until I reached where I wanted to be. I had fallen asleep with the taste of her on my tongue and it was fading. I needed a refresher.
I needed a goddamn drip line hooking me up with her sweet, sweet honey.
Her nails dug into my scalp, recognition of what was about to happen.
I waited.
A single heartbeat. Her hips twitched, lifting toward me. Searching for me.
My tongue crashed through her folds, licking deep into her core and swirling around her clit. Demanding. Insistent. No sweet build up this time. Harsh and brutal, I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking with my tongue, my fingers pumping inside of her.
Her knees buckled, her moan feral and unfettered, her hands clawing at me. Pushing. Pulling. Pleading.
On a growl, my hand shot up, easing her down onto the bed, my mouth never leaving her. My hand never pausing in its onslaught, my shoulders pushing her wider, spreading her further, opening her up to every lash of my tongue and flick of my wrist as I rubbed my knuckles over her clit, alternating hard with soft until she tensed, her hips bucking and back arching, twisting my hair until my scalp stung and my cock threatened to explode.
She melted into the bed, her back sagging and legs sprawling like dead weights.
I didn’t stop. Licking my way around her opening and laying soft kisses on her clit. She had another orgasm in there, just waiting for me to—
This time the yank on my hair hurt enough to have my eyes watering.
My answering growl vibrated through her and she wriggled, trying to get away. I wasn’t having it.
“Cade?”
I settled in for a slow ride this time. Lots of licking and exploring.
“Cade!”
“What, sweetheart? I’m a little busy.”
“Can you just…” Her words died on a squeal as I forgot my promise to go slow, latching onto her clit and sucking. “I need you.”
Three little words and my heart sung. “I need you, too, sweetheart.”
“No. I need you.” Another tug on my hair.
I braced myself on my elbows, keeping her legs spread and open for my return. Because I would return and finish what I’d started, what man in his right mind wouldn’t?
She stared back at me, eyes bright and skin flushed, her body spread out before me—all curvy and ripe. Releasing my hair, she crooked a finger and wiggled it at me. “I take it back.”
“Take what back?” My brain wasn’t focusing on anything but the vision in front of me, torn between wanting to lick and kiss her all over, or stay right where I was.
“You’re overdressed.”
“I am?” Then it hit me. She was taking it back. The promise. The no sex deal.
The no sex deal which was now null and void.
I looked down, her scent enticing me to stay. To wring one more orgasm from her.
She groaned, the sound desperate enough to have my hips jerking. “Don’t make me beg.”
Decision made. “No, Ma’am.” Standing, I unfastened my jeans, loving the way her eyes stayed glued to my hands, her chest stilling as I slid the zipper down, her tongue flickering out as I pushed the denim off my hips. I palmed my cock, pumping my hand over the hard shaft as my jeans hit the floor, drinking in the sight of her wide eyes and shuddering breath.
My knees hit the bed and she rolled to kneeling, twisting me underneath her as she straddled me, sliding her way down my body, her nipples grazing my chest and lips kissing a path to my certain destruction.
Her small hand slid around my cock, sliding from base to tip.
“Mina…” My groan faltered as her tongue flicked out, circling the head of my shaft.
“My turn,” she murmured, taking me inside her mouth and sucking me deep. Her tongue curved around my length, stroking and pressing as she moved, sliding her lips up and down.
Waves of heat rolled over me, gathering in the base of my spine, my ass clenching as I fought against thrusting up into her mouth. Silky strands of hair tortured me, begging me to wrap them around my hands and hold her still to take my shaft. Tightening in my balls had me tugging her away, twisting her beneath me until I knelt between her legs, the head of my cock sliding between her slick folds. “I won’t claim you.” It was a promise.
“I—” Uncertainty clouded her eyes even as she arched into my touch.
“I won’t claim you,” I repeated, bracing one hand on her knee as I leaned in to claim her mouth in a battle of teeth and tongue. Pulling away, I cupped her breast, tugging her nipple and rolling it between my finger and thumb as my shaft slid over her clit. Back and forth, coating myself with her slick essence. “When you can honestly accept that this—” I swiveled my hips along with my hand in the air, pointing between us, “—is perfect, then I’ll claim you.” Because, until that moment, anything less and I’d have to live with the fear that one day, she might leave. Vanish into the night. Or, worse, resent me.
She shook her head, and I couldn’t tell if it was in response to my words or the slow teasing roll of my hips. “I don’t— You are—”
I thrust inside, my cock pressing deep, her body clamping around me and squeezing tight. Fuck, she was tight.
A high moan left her lips as she arched into my thrust, her hands reaching for mine and holding tight, her legs trembling as she wrapped them around me, clinging on.
I dragged myself back, until only the tip remained notched in her heat, then surged forward again. And again, our hands clasped together and fingers turning white as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, skin slick and breaths ragged, my grunts punctuating her soft moans, her inner muscles clutching at my shaft with every slide, every thrust, every slam of my hips.
I was captured, held by her eyes, unblinking and full of emotions too soon to be spoken aloud, but already alive in our hearts. I could hear her, with every shudder and sigh and prick of nails against skin—I could hear her as loud as if she’d screamed.
But the desperate part of me wanted to hear her whisper the words when climax wasn’t drugging her tongue.
Releasing her hand, I placed it on my hip, then dragged my thumb down her stomach, tracing a deliberate path across her navel and into her short, dark curls. Rocking back onto my heels, I slammed back into her, sliding my thumb over her clit and circling, using her slick, warm heat to glide back and forth as I fucked into her, until she was gasping, her nails almost breaking the skin on my hip and her body pulsating around mine on a scream.
Heat shot through my shaft, thundering on the heels of her orgasm as I emptied myself into her, my cock twitching and swelling as I collapsed against her.
Aware I was crushing her, I rolled over to the side, dragging her with me so she laid sprawled over my chest. “Fuck.” I could barely breathe, let alone speak. Smoothing her now disheveled hair to one side, I pressed a kiss to her temple, grinning when she lifted a single eyebrow in response. “Have I worn you out, sweetheart?”
“Three orgasms. Three.” Her response was muffled, but I caught the gist.
“Are you complaining? Because I have plans for you later.”
This time she cracked an eyelid, squinting at me. “Three. Of course I’m not complaining.” She pressed a kiss to my chest, her happy sigh tickling my skin.
“Good. Because I wasn't finished earlier.”
“Ea
rlier?”
“Remember? I was between your thighs about to—”
“I remember.” Her blush only made her more gorgeous. She cracked her eyelid again. “So. Are we now a thing?”
“A thing?” I pretended to consider her question. “Yep. I suppose we are.”
“And you’re really okay with that?”
I knew what she was asking. “I’d wait forever if it meant that when you eventually say yes, there is not a single doubt in your mind.”
She pushed herself up onto one elbow, staring down at me. “You’re pretty damn sure I’m going to say yes.”
I had to be, otherwise what would I have left? “Sweetheart, I’m hoping to persuade you with my flexible tongue and complete dedication to licking you to orgasm.”
Whatever she’d been about to say morphed into a squeak, followed swift on its heels by a chuckle. “I might have to try and hold out.”
I tugged her down for a kiss, breaking away to whisper, “Don’t worry, I’ll never stop persuading you. I’m single minded when I commit to something.”
Chapter Twenty
Mina
The next day, I slid onto a stool, folded my hands on the spotless counter and waited.
I didn’t have to wait long. Julie bounced over to me, having nearly thrown two cups of coffee at a poor, innocent customer. Tucking her pale blonde hair behind her ears, she grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes at her expectant look. She’d have to work for the dirt. “You look way too chipper to be pregnant. Shouldn’t you be throwing up, or something?”
Waving my concern away, she rubbed a hand over her slightly rounded stomach. “Nah. I’m lucky. The I’m-going-to-die-but-first-let-me-be-sick-on-your-shoes stage only lasted for the first three months. I’m enjoying the eat-everything-in-sight stage, now.” Snagging my coffee, she slid it in front of me—extra foam and chocolate sprinkles, yum!—and continued without missing a beat, “Did you place a bet?” At my cautious look, she laughed. “Honey, it’s part of the fun!” Her eyes narrowed. “Unless you’re thinking about betting on the baby being a wolf? You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” she wheedled.