by Reus, Katie
Blinking, Avery looked over at him. Before heading to see King, they had come back here and she’d showered and changed into jeans and a T-shirt. She smelled like sunshine and peaches. And now he knew that she tasted as sweet.
“I know. Or I certainly hope so. It’s just a lot to take in. I wish I understood why she came after me at all.”
“She will not be a problem much longer.” He left his boots by the front door even as she took off her sneakers.
Her pale green eyes narrowed slightly. “What does that mean exactly?”
He simply watched her.
She bit her bottom lip as she looked at him, indecision playing across her expression. “Do you mean…you’re going to kill her or something?”
“Or something. But I do not wish to talk about her.” That vampire had forfeited her life by threatening Avery. Her death was now imminent and he wanted to talk about other things. “No one else is home.”
She seemed startled by the shift in conversation and glanced around as if looking for her brothers in the foyer. “Not even your brothers?” She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and looked at the time. “I thought they’d all be home now.”
“No. I would hear or scent them.”
The look she gave him then was…interesting. Almost like a scared rabbit. But she didn’t have the scent of fear rolling off her. No, something else much more complex. “I’m probably just going to head upstairs.”
“Alone? Or would you like me to join you?”
She swallowed hard. “Join me in my room?”
“In your bed. Or your shower. Or up against your wall.” Where didn’t matter to him. Only being with her did. “Just as long as we’re naked and my mouth is on you.”
Now a sharp punch of lust exploded off her. He inhaled deeply, savoring every bit of her pheromones. His dragon swiped at him. Make your move, he demanded.
That was exactly what he was doing.
“Mikael, you can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Why not? I believe I have been too quiet in my desire for you.” And he was remedying that from this point forward. Avery was his mate, he knew it without a shadow of a doubt. He would convince her of it also.
She stepped forward and clapped a hand over his mouth. “No, you need to be quieter.”
He nipped at her palm and that scent of her hunger grew even stronger. “Why? I know you want me. I can smell it.”
She withdrew her hand, but she didn’t put any distance between them. No, her chest rose and fell, her breasts rubbing against him they were so close. “That’s not fair. What…” She cleared her throat. “Ah, exactly what do you want with me? Us?”
“To bury my face between your legs. To hear you come again.” He’d thought that was clear. He wanted everything from her—forever.
Her eyes went heavy-lidded and he could see the war playing out in her head. Apparently he was pushing all the right buttons. Which meant he couldn’t stop now. “I also want to feel you come around my c—”
“Mikael!” she squeaked out. “You… This… Us…” She took a deep breath, but still didn’t step back. That was a very, very good thing. “I just want to make something very clear before we do…anything.”
“I’m listening.” All his muscles were pulled taut, the center of his universe right in front of him. Everything came down to this one moment, he was certain of it in the way he was certain he was a dragon.
“I don’t want a boyfriend.”
He blinked. Boyfriend? “Good thing I am not a boy.” When another punch of lust rolled off her, he took his chance and slanted his mouth over hers, desperate for more of her. All of her.
She practically jumped him, no hesitation at all as Avery plastered herself to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
This was it. What he’d been waiting for.
He grabbed onto her ass, holding tight, and raced up the stairs. He knew exactly where he was going, could make this walk blind, and he practically did so as he devoured her, his hard length rubbing up against her covered mound.
He hated that they had on clothing—and was tempted to burn it all off now.
As they reached his bedroom door—he wanted her scent all over his sheets—he slammed it shut and locked it. Not that he thought anyone would bother them, but he did it for her sake.
She tore her mouth from his for a moment, her lips swollen, her green eyes slightly dazed as she looked at him. “I’m serious, Mikael. No boyfriend. This is fun. We are having fun. That’s clear, right?”
He wasn’t certain why she was telling him the same thing again. He did not want to be her boyfriend. He was not a boy. He wanted her for his mate. And he definitely wanted to have fun with her. Lots and lots of it. Forever. There was so much fun to be had during sex, and something told him that with her it would be everything: fun, intense, mind-blowing.
He nodded and slanted his mouth over hers again. She tasted sweet, with a hint of the chocolate she’d eaten at Aurora’s place.
“I get to see you naked now,” she growled against his mouth as she practically tore at his shirt, her hands trembling with need even as she clawed at him.
His female had claws and he liked it.
He gently set her on the bed and stripped off his shirt because he could do this part much, much quicker than she could.
And he could admit that his pride swelled when her eyes widened, her gaze hungry as it raked over him. It was as if she didn’t know where to look as she drank her fill. He’d never had a female look at him like this before, with such awe.
She’d peeked at him before, had seen him naked in the moments before he shifted, but this felt different. She wasn’t looking away now, not trying to avoid him, and her cheeks had flushed a faint pink. He loved the look on her, loved that he got this reaction from her.
Though he’d planned to take his time stripping her bare—and he still would do that—he decided to give her a show.
Her chest rose and fell more rapidly as he unbuttoned his jeans and sloooowly slid them down his hips and legs.
Now her breathing was jagged as she continued to stare. He had never taken the time to do this. It had been so long ago for him, but all his former lovers had been female warriors. Sex had always been after battle, when emotions and adrenaline were high. It had been a way to release, for both parties. This felt different. He wanted to savor every moment of it. Wanted to savor every moment with Avery, regardless.
Her breathing was wild and erratic as she stared between his legs, her mouth falling open slightly. He stepped out of his jeans and wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroked once.
Startled, she snapped her gaze up to meet his, her breathing still just as ragged.
“You like what you see?” he asked, because apparently he needed his ego stroked right now. As well as other things.
It wasn’t enough that she clearly enjoyed it, he needed to hear the words on a primal level. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, this wild hunger riding him. But he had to know that he mattered to her. Only him.
“You’re huge,” she blurted.
He smiled slowly, her words doing more than she likely intended. He was glad she found him pleasing. Now he needed to show her that he knew what to do with his cock. Unfortunately he didn’t think she was ready for it yet. She wanted him, yes. But he needed her desperate for him, the way he was for her. Needed her to be all in.
“Lie back,” he demanded.
She did as he said and he pinned her beneath him, his cock rubbing against the fabric of her jeans.
He took his time kissing her, wanting to learn everything she liked as he slid his hands up her T-shirt. It didn’t take him long to divest her of it. As soon as he had her T-shirt off, he practically shredded her bra, making her laugh.
Not his smoothest moment, but as her breasts spilled free he mostly forgot any thought process, much less his own name. This was different than the heated, far too quick orgasm he’d given her the other night. She�
��d been half clothed in her robe then and he knew he’d barely taken the edge off for her. He’d basically been walking around with a hard-on ever since.
He got to take his time with her now, savor her. Kiss every delicious inch of her. His gaze fell on her full breasts, her tightly beaded pale brown nipples.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” There was a tremor in her voice but it didn’t sound like one of fear. No, that was longing he heard.
“Because I can’t decide where to start.” His words came out feral, more a growl than anything, but they were the truth.
He needed to see all of her, to devour all of her. His hands trembled as he tugged her jeans off and to his surprise she didn’t even have on underwear.
“I still need to do laundry,” she whispered, as if embarrassed.
He stared at the juncture of her thighs, swallowed hard. A soft thatch of dark curls covered her mound. “No. You should never wear them.” Ever. In fact, she should never wear anything, but he knew convincing her of that would be impossible.
He couldn’t believe she’d been bare beneath her jeans all night and he hadn’t realized it. Blood rushed in his ears as he leaned down between her legs. This was heaven.
He inhaled, and as he did the scent of her lust seemed to grow even stronger, wrapping around him. She squirmed against the sheets but he reached up, placed a firm hand on her stomach. She did a lot of hard work, labored with her crew, and he felt the evidence of all her effort in the flex of her taut stomach muscles.
He reached higher, cupping a soft, full breast as he dipped his head between her legs. He needed more hands. Another mouth.
She moaned as he flicked a thumb over her nipple, her whole body jolting as he simultaneously teased his tongue against her folds. She was so damn wet and it was all too much. She was turned on, because of him—because of them. He was damn sure going to make her climax again. More than once.
The other day had been a precursor to this. He’d kept his distance the last couple days, giving her time to come to terms with this shift in their relationship. He knew human females were different than shifters. She didn’t have that same mating instinct he did and he had to respect that even if it drove him crazy.
He growled against her folds and she shoved her fingers through his hair.
“Mikael,” she cried out.
That’s right, say my name. He might’ve said the words out loud or he might have thought them, he didn’t know.
A growl bubbled up as he flicked his tongue up and down her wetness, inside her. He wanted to drown in her, taste her orgasm on his tongue. He wanted her trembling from the pleasure, completely wrung out when he was done with her.
From the weekend, he knew how she liked to be touched, knew what pressure it would take to get her off. He’d used that knowledge for her first orgasm from him—and he was determined that she would have more than one tonight.
It didn’t take long until she was rolling her hips against his face, faster and faster. So when he finally slid two fingers inside her and strummed her clit with his tongue, she let out a surprised shout. Oh, she was so very close. His sweet Avery was strung tight and ready to come.
She dug her fingers into his scalp as her inner walls clenched around his fingers, tighter and tighter. He didn’t let up, continued teasing and thrusting as she writhed against his face. He felt her release even as she cried out his name again.
Her entire body shook, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as shudders wracked her body. When she finally collapsed he looked up to find her staring at him, her expression a little more than dazed. She looked a bit like she had the other night after she’d drunk too much.
“Mikael,” she whispered and trailed off because that was apparently all she could say.
Good, his entire dragon snarled. Keep going.
Like he needed instructions.
He crawled up her body, slanted his mouth over hers in a crushing kiss. He wanted her to taste herself, to taste her climax.
She clutched onto his shoulders before sliding her hands around until she was digging her short nails into his back. She held on tight, as if she was afraid he might pull away.
His cock lay heavy between them but they weren’t there yet. Well, he was there, but he knew she wasn’t ready for the next step. They still weren’t done tonight, however. Not even close.
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she straddled him, moving so quickly she let out a surprised yelp. As she slid over his stomach, he felt the wetness from her release on his lower abdomen and it took all his control not to slide his cock against her slick folds. He wanted inside his female desperately.
Her dark hair fell around her breasts in waves as she looked down at him, her green eyes bright with emotion. “That was incredible.”
“I want you to ride my face,” he growled, the words out before he could try to think of anything smoother. His control was on a razor-thin wire.
Her eyes widened and that flush was back, as if he’d shocked her. When she didn’t make a move, just watched him with that adorably shocked expression, he made a motion with his fingers, ordering her to turn around.
She blinked once, as if not understanding, so he lifted her up and flipped her around. “Scoot back.”
“Mikael,” she whispered, apparently only able to say his name again. Goddess above, he loved it when she said his name.
“You can do whatever you want to me.” He grinned as she shuddered, but she still hadn’t moved back farther.
Not that he was complaining about the view. Still, he was impatient, so he grabbed her thighs and tugged her back so that her pussy was completely over his face. He knew humans had an expression for this sexual position, a number of some kind.
He did not care what it was, he just cared that she came again. That he tasted her climax again. She was his addiction, one he would gladly give in to over and over. “Have you ever done this before?” he murmured, then realized he didn’t want the answer. He didn’t like the thought of her with anyone else like this.
She made a sort of strangled sound before she wrapped her fingers around his hard length.
Now he was the one who forgot to breathe as he waited, impatient to feel her mouth on him.
Finally, after what felt like a century, her tongue flicked against the head of his cock, circling the crown slowly, sensually. It was even more erotic because he couldn’t quite see what she was doing.
Fuuuuck. He tried to stay still, so he wouldn’t shove himself into her mouth, but it was difficult.
Focus, he ordered himself even as he lost more brain cells. Zeroing in on her pleasure, he flicked along her folds, the taste of her climax still there. He didn’t care what it took, she was going to come again.
She took him fully in her mouth now, up and down, then she released him with a pop of sound. He loved the angle of her mouth as she stroked him, teased him, pushed him close to losing control. And when she leaned forward, licking him down his entire length until she reached his tight sack, he nearly lost it.
Goddess, this was too much. She was too much. She was everything.
She mixed it up, taking him in her mouth fully, then simply rubbed her cheek against his length. He never knew what to expect, he just knew that the feel of her on him was going to send him over the edge far quicker than he wanted.
And from this angle he had the perfect view of just how turned on she was. He continued teasing her folds as he slid both hands up the back of her thighs and over her full ass. He loved the feel of her smooth skin underneath his palms and couldn’t resist smacking her ass once. She jolted and the scent of her lust spiked, sharp and heady.
Oh, she liked that.
Wanting to push her over the edge before he came, he then slid his thumb past her slick folds, getting it soaked before he moved it back farther, teasing her tight rosette. He didn’t push fully inside her, just hinted that he would. He wanted to give her a little warning beforehand.
/> She let out a little squeak as he pressed against her tight entrance. Her breathing erratic, coming out in hot breaths that skated over his hard cock, she went still. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
He thought it was quite clear what he was doing. “You want me to stop?”
“No.”
He grinned at that one desperate word and gently, slowly, teased his thumb inside her. She shuddered around him, her muscles clenching around his digit as he pushed knuckle deep. Shifting his arm up slightly, he reached around her with his other hand and began strumming her clit even as he continued teasing her.
As he did, he realized she could definitely come again. She was trembling much the same way she had before. So he started working her again with his tongue even as she did the same to him. She sucked him into her mouth and he imagined how she would look, how her cheeks would hollow as she dragged him deep.
Oh goddess, he wasn’t going to make it.
“I’m coming,” she gasped, starting to stroke him with her fingers only as her entire body shook and trembled. He slapped her ass once more and her entire body jerked. “Mikael!”
Her orgasm was sharper this time, the scent of it overpowering his brain and he lost control. As she came, still gripping his cock with her fingers, he did as well.
He came with a shout, growling against her slick folds. He might’ve said her name or nothing at all. He had no idea as he came in long, hot strokes.
Their orgasms seemed to go on forever and when she finally collapsed on him, half rolling off his legs with a laugh, he maneuvered her until her chest was flush against his.
Her cheeks were bright red now as she met his gaze, her naked body blanketing him. Heaven.
He loved the feel of her breasts against his, savored the skin-to-skin contact. He wanted to be naked all the time with her.
“Did you like what I did?” he murmured.
Her cheeks flushing a brighter shade of pink, she nodded as she stroked her hand over his chest.
“Maybe one day you will let me put my cock—”
She groaned slightly. “Mikael, I beg you. No dirty talk right now. I don’t think I can handle it.”