by D T Strange
Fianna’s eyes met with his, still somewhat clouded from what his finger had been doing to her. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of her pussy, brought it to his lips and licked, then lowered it to her lips and rubbed her own juices on those full, swollen lips.
His mouth found hers, lightening quick and in a frenzy of hands, nails and claws they’d pawed his shirt and the top of her dress away. When Cam looked down upon her strapless bra, he growled. “Off! I want it all off, so I can see you Green Eyes. Let me look upon your beauty.”
Cam had sat back on his knees, allowing Fianna to sit up as well. His eyes latched upon her as she pushed what was left of her dress down, shimmied it over her hips and off, to be tossed to the side of the bed.
“Ditch the rest Anna. I want to see you bared to me, in all that splendidly soft, tanned glory I’ve only gotten glimpses of.”
Fianna’s lips twitched as she first removed her strapless bra, then slithered out of her thong. When she was done, she lay back upon her elbows fully displaying her beautiful nakedness, her hand doing a little spinning motion. “Come on Slick. Show me yours since you’re seeing mine.”
Cam’s mouth had gone dry at the sight of her in all her glory. Well, maybe not all, he’d make sure to see her in all her glory before the night was through though. Right now, she was a hell of a splendor to look upon. Seeing her finger spin round made him chuckle. When she quirked a brow, he couldn’t resist.
“So, you’re wanting me to go right round baby, round, round… and as I do, ditch my clothes?”
Fianna’s laugh filled the room, a melody so beautiful Cam couldn’t have said he’d ever heard anything more beguiling. Taking her laugh as incentive, he stood, started to strip as he slowly spun his body round a couple times. When he was done, there wasn’t a scrap of clothing to be found upon his body. He stood there, letting her take in all of him, loving how her eyes roamed over his body, fixing on his ready and willing cock, before blazing a trail back up to his eyes that were now damned near full on bronze.
“Your wish was my command, but I’m no genie and you didn’t rub a bottle, so that wish was granted out of my own good nature Anna. From here on, we are venturing into a whole other fairytale… Little Red Riding Hood and the Big, Bad, Wolf. Unlike in the fairytale, I’m actually going to eat you and you’re not only going to enjoy the hell out of it, but you’ll be screaming my name and begging me for more before I’m through.”
Cam once more knelt on the bed, lowering himself between her legs as she spread them for him. There was a glint of challenge in the look she gave him, and he was far more turned on than he’d expected to be by it. His cock ached with the need to sink into her warm, sweet depths, to feel her walls spasming and grasping around him.
It was the feel from Cam’s brother wolf to mount, fuck and bite Fianna, claiming her as theirs in more than flesh, that had Cam hesitating. What the hell was his wolf wanting? Cam almost faltered at growl in his head as his wolf pushed closer to the surface to scent the one he wanted to make his mate.
With a great deal of effort, Cam closed his eyes for a moment, pushed his wolf back and shook off the animal instinct of what couldn’t be possible. Opening his eyes, Cam slid his hands up along the inside of Fianna’s thighs. His hands spread her thighs wider to give his shoulders access.
Fianna willingly opened for him, her eyes never leaving his. He watched her intently while he slid his tongue up along her soft, spicy folds. That one lick was the striking of the match, sending sparks flying as he continued to lick, nibble and spear her core with his tongue.
Cam took his time bringing on Fianna’s climax, working her to that edge, easing her back again. His tongue and teeth working along her clit and pussy as his hands snaked their way up to find her pert breasts, teasing, tweaking and twisting them to elicit gasps and hisses from his tongue.
Cam let one hand drift back down along Fianna’s stomach, over her trimmed mound and down, slowly circling her nub with finger and thumb, flicking and caressing alternately as he nibbled her folds and flicked his tongue into her. Shifting, he drew his tongue up along her soft folds and began licking that spot of pleasure that brought another gasp from her. His fingers followed another trail. One that led straight to Red Riding Hood’s delicious picnic basket.
With a deftness Cam had perfected, he slid in first one, then two more fingers into Fianna’s pussy. Once there, he flicked, twisted and stroked her into a frenzied state, feeling her walls clamp down around his fingers, knowing her climax was near.
Eleven
Lara Croft Has Nothing Compared to Me
Fianna’s body thrummed as the things that Cam was doing to her sent her rushing toward her release. He gave one last flick of his fingers against the tiny bundle of nerves deep inside her while sucking hard on her swollen sensitive clit and her whole body seemed to explode. She cried out Cam’s name as her body bucked and squeezed his fingers. When she couldn’t take any more, she pushed at his head and he looked up at her, giving her a smile that had her heart stumbling before finding its rhythm once again.
Cam moved up her body, planting kisses that felt more like brands as he went until he covered her body with his and looked down at her. She could tell by his expression that he was proud of himself. Had she really screamed his name? Struggling to catch her breath, she pushed her hair off her forehead and looked up at him. He kissed her, a slow teasing kiss and she could taste herself on his tongue as it swept past her lips.
“Liked that did ya?” Fi laughed at his smile and the way he wiggled his brows.
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips back to hers. “Did anyone tell you that you talk too much?”
Fi kissed him then, taking control of the situation. She felt all loose and limber now and, as they kissed, managed to roll him over onto his back until she was on top of him. Sitting up, she let her fingers move down his chest as she looked down at him licking her lips. “My turn.”
Cam raised an eyebrow and watched as Fi leaned down and pressed a kiss to his tanned chest. She felt his strong hands move up her arms then over her back, almost kneading her muscles as she moved down his body. Her tongue brushed across his hardened nipple, chuckling when he sucked in a breath as she bit it. Moving across his chest to lavish the other nipple, his hands moved over her shoulders, giving her a little push to move down.
Fi could feel Cam’s throbbing erection against her as she moved down, kissing his stomach and swirling her tongue around his belly button. Cam spread his legs and she moved between them, then looked up at him. She could almost feel the heat coming from his deep dark eyes as they watched her, trying to direct her with just a look.
Reaching out, Fi massaged the hot, smooth column of flesh between her fingers then leaned down to run her tongue along the length of him then up to lick the swollen head. Closing her eyes, her lips wrapped around him and she took him into her mouth as far as she could, her tongue swirling around him. She felt his hands in her hair and his body arched, pushing his cock further toward her throat, his moans echoed around them. Wrapping one hand around him, she stroked him as she suctioned her cheeks tight, feeling his body jerk and stiffen while his hands slid into her hair, gripping tight.
“Anna.” Cam’s voice was thick with need, her name coming out in a strangled gasp. Fi smiled and hummed softly as she took him deeper, sucking faster and faster. “God, Anna. Stop. I need...I have to be inside you.”
Cam tugged her hair pulling her off him and she looked up into his bronze-rimmed eyes, passion burning within them. He moved fast then and Fi suddenly found herself on her back again. Cam was reaching for his pants, going through the pockets. A triumphant smile spread across his lips as he produced a small package and ripped it open. His hands were shaking as he started to put the condom on and Fi sat up on her knees, stopping his movements.
“Slick. You can’t give me diseases and I’m protected from getting pregnant. We don’t need this.”
Cam loo
ked at her for a heartbeat before tossing the condom to the side and lunged for her. They were a tangle of arms and hands, their lips meeting in a frenzied kiss. He pushed her back, grabbing her wrists and putting them over her head as he positioned himself at her entrance. His eyes never leaving hers, he sank into her, her body tightening around him, sucking him in deeper. Their collective moans filled the air before he pulled out and again thrust harder into her.
Fi pushed against his hold on her wrists and he let go, slipping his hands under her, lifting her hips as he pulled out then slammed back into her. Wrapping her arms around his back, her fingers dug into his muscles as his hips set up a steady rhythm. Her body tightened around him as she rocked her hips, meeting each thrust, every nerve-ending in her body firing at once. He rocked his hips as he thrust inside her, his body rubbing against her already swollen clit. The combination of the two pushing her closer to the edge.
“Come for me Anna.” He growled out the command as he moved faster, rocking into her harder still.
The muscles in Fi’s body tightened all at once and she tumbled over the edge again, feeling her orgasm in every part of her body. She arched her back, her fingers digging deeper into his back and she felt him stiffen then roar out his own release. He continued to thrust until he was spent, collapsing on top of her, both panting as their hearts slammed in their chests.
Fi tried to catch her breath as tiny little explosions rocked her body. She’d never experienced anything quite like that, her body all loose and flexible. At that thought she started to laugh, trying hard not to but failing. Cam lifted his head, looking down at her, his eyebrow cocked. “You shouldn’t laugh at a man while he’s still inside you.” That made her laugh harder and he rolled to his side, pulling her close to him.
“I’m sorry but I was thinking how loose and limber my body felt and my mind went back to our conversation about Lara Croft.”
Cam chuckled and shook his head as he moved to his side, propping his head up with his hand so he could look at her. He leaned over and kissed her, tucking her tangled hair behind her ear. Fi studied him, watching as if she expected him to jump up from bed right then and leave. In her experience that’s what men did after sex. But not Cam. He seemed content to lay there, his fingers dancing along her skin.
“So…” Her voice trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say. Turns out she didn’t have to say anything as she watched him, he leaned in, brushing his lips across hers.
“I’m not near done with you Anna so don’t be trying to kick me out just yet.” Desire had her body tightening again, aching and needing him thrusting inside her again.
She gave him a smile as she put her hand on his chest, feeling his heart still beating hard. “Oh, I wasn’t going to kick you out, but this time I get to be on top.”
Cam gave her a wicked grin and grabbed her, rolling over on his back, pulling her with him. She straddled his hips, feeling him hardening again, knowing it was because of her, and looked down at him. “Slick, I’m going to rock your world.”
His eyes seemed to flash as he gave her a wolfish grin back. “Of that, I have no doubt green eyes, but what I’m going to do to you in return is going to make Lara Croft look like a clumsy marionette.”
Twelve
Zippity Friggin Do Dah, What a Day
Cam woke to the sound of his phone playing Welcome to the Jungle. It was the ringtone he set for his secretary, Nancy’s desk. He lay on his stomach, head buried in a pillow that smelled of sun drenched dirt and warm cinnamon. That had his head popping up as his eyes snapped open.
There was a weight across Cam’s lower back, his legs all tangled up, but not in sheets. Sleep cleared from his eyes as the haze of a fucking fantastic night, buried deep, over and over inside Fianna, slammed back to him. She was the weight he felt and what he was all tangled up with. Damn, when was the last time he’d stayed the night at a woman’s place? Longer than he cared to remember in all honesty.
Cam’s phone suddenly stopped ringing, plunging the room into silence. Well, silence aside from the cute little snoring coming from Fianna. Not wanting to wake her, he eased himself up onto his elbow, so he looked down upon her as she slept. She was on her back, one arm having been flopped backward over his lower back, the other lay over her eyes. Almost as if she were using it as a shield to keep any light from intruding upon her sleep.
Just as Cam was about to roll on top of her, waking her in a way he knew would get both their days off to an amazing start, his phone started ringing, again with Nancy’s ringtone. With a groan, he started to roll onto his side in an attempt to grab his jeans. He felt Fianna bolt upright, a startled gasp slipping past her lips.
As Cam made a last-ditch lunge for his jeans, that were several feet away from the bed, he felt himself falling. With no sheets to cling to, because they somehow had all managed to be wrapped around Fi, Cam tumbled to the floor, like a stone dropped off the Leaning Tower of Pisa, his body thumping onto the hardwood.
With a growled curse, Cam grabbed his phone out of his front jeans pocket, swiping his thumb over the screen to answer it. “What is it Nancy?” His words came out clipped as he grabbed his jeans, shouldered his phone and started slipping into the faded denim. He heard movement behind him and saw Fianna scrambling out of bed, the sheet wrapped around her. Damn it, this wasn’t how he liked waking up after a night of incredible, earth-shaking, mind-shattering sex.
Cam’s eyes followed Fianna as she grabbed out a t-shirt and pair of shorts before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. He’d missed most of what Nancy had been saying until the door had clicked shut, essentially putting a barrier between he and Fianna. That didn’t sit well with his wolf, who was now pacing inside wanting to once more be with Fianna. Damn the beast was far too attached for either of their sakes.
“Cameron, did you hear a word I just said? Cameron!” With a sigh, Cam switched the phone to his other ear and scrubbed a hand over his stubbled cheek.
“No Nancy, honestly I didn’t. You kinda caught me at a bad time. Can I call you back in a half hour or so?”
It was Nancy’s turn to sigh. “I know how much you like women Cameron, but can you please pull your mind out from between her legs for two minutes and listen to what I’m saying.” Cam’s growl rumbled into the phone but that didn’t deter Nancy. “Cam, Asad called and canceled the meeting. He said something came up.”
That bit of news had Cam frowning. Asad Clairmont was the leader of the lion pride that had come into the area. He had been working with Asad and several of the other shifter groups in the area to work out mutual territory rights. Things had been going well and this meeting was to be the final one where paperwork was signed by all agreeing to terms worked out.
“Did he say why he had to cancel Nancy?” Fianna came out of the bathroom dressed, but seemingly unwilling to meet his waiting gaze. Instead, she all but sprinted to the bedroom door and out. Cam would have followed, but Nancy caught his attention once more.
“No, he didn’t, Cam, and when I tried to reschedule, he told me he wouldn’t be rescheduling, nor would there be any further agreements with his pride to be had.”
“He said what?!?!” Cam was pacing now, his wolf mimicking him on the inside. A hand speared into his spiked hair, the gesture full of anger and frustration. Nancy gave him a bit more of a rundown, stirring Cam’s anger even more. “I’ll be in within the hour and will call Asad personally to straighten this out. Make sure my calendar for the morning is clear please Nancy.”
Ending the call, Cam grabbed up the rest of his clothes. Slipping into his shirt but not bothering to button it, he shoved his briefs and socks in his pockets, toed into his leather loafers and headed out toward the kitchen, the scent of coffee leading the way.
Fianna was at her door, clipboard and pen in hand as she signed for a package being handed over to her. Cam’s whole body resonated with a power he recognized all too well. All the hair his hair bristled, and his wolf was practically going
wild within him at the feel of the power coming from the package Fianna now held.
The delivery guy took the clipboard and left, Fianna closing the door behind him. She was turning as Cam stepped over to her, snagging the box out of her hand. Being so close to what was inside had Cam’s heart beating so hard he swore it would jackhammer right out of his chest. His breathing came in short gasps as he tore into the package open.
Fianna had been momentarily stunned by his taking of the box, but when he ripped into it, his hand closing around one of the three stolen stones gifted to his pack, she shook off the surprise. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? That’s not yours!”
Cam slowly drew his gaze away from the stone he held to look at her. His eyes were no longer human eyes. It was through the bronze eyes of his wolf in which he met her pissed off gaze. That must have been a sight, because she started to take a step back. Then her eyes locked back onto the stone.
Power sparked in the air between Cam, the stone and Fianna. Some from the rock, but more from Fianna herself. Cam watched as a blast tore a path through the air, coming from Fianna and heading right toward him. The magic of the stone protected him from being harmed by the power that would have blasted into him. He wasn’t however, protected from the strength of the blast.
Cam stumbled back, his ass coming into contact with the sofa. He toppled backwards over the offending piece of furniture, the stone flying from his hands as he landed on the cushions, then somersaulted onto the floor. He sprung to his feet, far from thrilled with how many times he’d ended up on Fianna’s floor this morning.
Cam’s eyes searched for the stone and found it in Fianna’s hand once more. In her other hand was a ball of fire. Damn it all to hell and back, she was more than just human and somehow, she’d managed to keep that from him. From the look in Fianna’s eyes, one thing Cam did know was that she was close to sending that fireball his way.