In Deeper (7 page)

She raked her nails over his shoulders and down his back. He hissed between his teeth and minty breath rushed across her lips. She tasted toothpaste and the spicy, male flavor of him. A scent unique to him.

He moved his fingers lower, and the brush of a fingertip against her damp, swollen flesh forced a growl to her lips. Just a little more and she’d…

“Fuck,” he ground out. “Too fast.”

She dug her nails in deeper. “Not fast enough.”

He withdrew his hands and clamped them on her bare buttocks. He gripped tight and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her pelvis against his. Never had someone made her feel like this, like she would combust if she didn’t come. But more than an orgasm, she wanted their mating to mean something. He wasn’t ready to admit to more, but he could be the one for her.

The bed was less than two feet away, but Micah didn’t seem inclined to put her down. He shaped and molded her buttocks with his hands, pushing her against his erection and thrilling her with the tiny movements of his hips. She bit down on his bottom lip and tasted blood. Shocked by her own actions, she lapped at the scratch and tasted the metallic tang of blood. Smoky and tinged with wolf, his blood made her teeth ache. She felt them lengthen and gave in to the impulse. Kissing with elongated canines was next to impossible, but they managed it.

“I don’t…” She broke away to gasp out the words. “Only in human form.”

His eyes gleamed. The pupils enlarged and a green shimmer replaced the blue of his irises. “Me too. I can control the shift if you can.”

Easier said than done. Her sense of sight canted and took on the night vision that signaled her eyes had reverted to the call of her animal form. She blinked rapidly until normal vision returned. She wanted living color, not murky green shapes and images.

She also wanted more of him. The leather hindered her, and she wriggled in his grip until she managed to slide her legs to the floor. Shucking the pants, she resumed their previous position. He caught her as she leaped at him. Micah still wore boxers, but the cotton didn’t hamper her from the heat and push of his cock. The lace of her thong pulled tight as she shifted and rubbed against increasingly sensitive flesh.

“Ahh.” The moan ripped from her throat and spots appeared before her eyes. She was so close to coming, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“Hold on.” Micah held her in place with one hand and reached for the strap of her thong with the other. The material ripped and he pulled it free.

“Oh God.” The lace slid between her legs, and the friction made her shudder with pleasure. His fingers delved between their bodies and found the heat of her. The simple touch of his index finger to her clit had her screaming.

“Jesus Christ. You’re so fucking wet.” He teased her nub with short flicks of his fingertips. The rough bluntness drove her mindless with need.

“More.” She clawed at his back and rocked her hips forward. “I need more.”

“Shush,” he whispered and slowed the motions of his fingers. She wanted to protest, but when he separated her folds and slid a finger inside, she couldn’t find much to complain about.

Until their time together in June, she hadn’t had a lover in years. Despite what Micah thought, she and Drake hadn’t slept together since college. Even then, it had been youthful fun, not the soul-sucking passion Micah could wrench from her without the slightest effort. As a result, she was tight, her tissue unused to the invasion of another’s fingers. She pleased herself, even owned toys and such, but nothing could compare to the warm-blooded shifter in her arms. There was something to be said for plain, old-fashioned fucking.

She didn’t understand how he kept her from falling to the carpeted flooring. She writhed and rocked against him, urging him to go faster, deeper, anything to ease the ridiculous ache. But he stayed strong, holding her to him and pleasing her with slow thrusts of his finger. When he added a second digit, the slight bite of pain didn’t do anything to cool her ardor. She would accept three if he demanded it. But she’d much rather have his cock deep inside her. She hadn’t forgotten how it felt to be filled with him. Long and thick, with a wide head that tapered to a broad base, his cock was a thing of beauty.

She’d heard the giggles and whispers of other women, the prissy acquaintances and co-workers who thought the male penis a thing to be ridiculed. She was of a different mind. The male form was a work of art, and Micah’s cock a masterpiece.

She forced her eyes to stay open so she could watch him. His dark eyes were fathomless pools of blue. The outer rings were a dark navy, outlining irises of such brilliant blue she could swear she was looking at the ocean.

He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Thick, black hair with a tendency to curl and always a tad too long, with waves brushed back from his regal forehead. But it was his body she enjoyed the most. Unlike most wolves, he wasn’t hairy. Only the faintest hints of hair existed around his nipples and on his legs. Nothing but taut, bronze skin and the splash of color on his right shoulder, the blue-and-black symbol of a wolf tattooed above his scapula.

She ran her fingers over his shoulder, tracing the outline she knew by heart, and imagined she could feel the pulse of the wolf beneath her fingertips. It was a fanciful notion, very unlike her, but Micah changed her. When she was with him, she felt free, like the nightingale released from its gilded cage. It was time for her to spread her wings and take flight. The fall didn’t scare her. Not anymore.

“Celeste.” Micah continued to ply her damp sex. “Before we go any further, I need you to understand I can’t make any promises.”

“I don’t want promises,” she lied. “I just want this.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Holy shit.

The temperature in the room went from warm to blazing in a matter of minutes. Celeste’s sex was cupped in the palm of his hand, his fingers deep within her tight pussy, and it was a miracle he still stood upright.

Before, he’d had alcohol to numb his overwhelming reaction to her. Now nothing blinded him to the perfection he held in his arms. He felt every single one of her shudders, heard every sigh, and her perfume and arousal filled his nostrils. His senses reeled from Celeste’s attack on his system.

He moved his fingers deeper, bent his knuckle and dragged it across the ridge of flesh behind her clit. Her muscles contracted, sucking him deeper and making him long to bury his cock inside her. She was wet, more than ready, but he had to take a breather. If he pounced now, he’d come in a matter of minutes, and he had no intention of going out like that.

Tonight no liquor clouded her mind. Not enough to make a difference anyway. He wanted her to feel every stroke and know he pounded away between her legs, giving her climax after climax.

Celeste gazed at him, her eyes lambent and gold, and blinked slowly. “I just want this.”

It was lie. She’d never been good at fibbing, a trait he’d enjoyed using to his best advantage. He’d been an ass to her when they were younger. She shouldn’t want him, but for some reason this incredible woman jumped into his arms, proclaiming to desire him. Pride and a sense of rightness muddied his judgment. He would have her, and it would be a night they would both remember.

Her long legs remained wrapped around his waist. He loved her legs, slim and pale with tiny dimples on each knee. He stepped forward and bent down to place her upon the bed. She kept her thighs wrapped around him and tightened them until he joined her on the mattress. An embarrassing wet spot dampened the flap of his boxers. Hell, either of them could have caused it.

He levered his upper body on his elbows and stared at the woman beneath him. Her long hair splayed in a semi-circle on the pale coverlet. The blown-out locks curled at the ends. Her cheeks were splotched with pink, and a sparkle made her gold eyes glow.

Exquisite. No other word for her.

“Micah.” She nudged him with her heels. “Please.”

He teasingly rubbed his cock against her. “I could get used to you begging me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“No one’s making fun of you.” He bent his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “Not by a long shot.”

Celeste hissed and her body tightened. He sensed she was close, so responsive, he barely had to touch her to drive her wild, and he loved that about her. He closed his mouth about her nipple and suckled. The peak of her breast tightened as he nibbled it between his teeth. He applied pressure but not enough to actually hurt her.

There were limits he would go to please her, but he wasn’t willing to step beyond the boundaries. Rough sex was fun and all, but not if he actually hurt his partner. Celeste seemed more than willing to participate though. Made it tough to keep his sanity when every moan she made begged him to do it harder.

She scraped her nails down his back, and he gloried in the sting. It brought him back to reality and reminded him what they were doing. He was going to fuck Celeste. Again. It wouldn’t be a mistake this time. He knew full well what he was doing and was anxious to see it through. He’d worry about the repercussions tomorrow. Tonight, they didn’t matter.

He reached for the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down. Celeste aided by hooking her toes in the legs of the boxers and tugging them off. Free of any clothing, the shock of skin-to-skin contact electrified him. He lifted his head and sought her lips again. She tasted like sunshine, bright and tart, with a hint of joy.

The fanciful notion made his lips curve into a smile. She noticed and pulled away. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” He resumed the kiss and turned the heat up a few levels. The kiss took on a whole new context. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t seductive. Instead, it became an all-out assault on her mouth. Breath rushed out of his nostrils, but he didn’t break the kiss for such a simple thing as breathing. Nothing mattered but having her.

Her nails curved into his skin, but he captured one wrist and pinned it to the mattress. She made a token protest of resistance but finally subsided. She had to know she wasn’t stronger, but he recognized her ability to fight. He’d watched her for years. She was no delicate flower. He’d give her that.

He brought her other wrist to join the first. Wrapping fingers around both, he used his free hand to stroke the curve of her cheek. “I’m in charge tonight.”

Her cheeks were rosy and carried a slight sheen. The air conditioning that had previously seemed too cool flicked off. The room became hot and muggy, and his body temperature soared. The struggle to keep his human form forced oxygen in and out of his lungs in quick pants.

She must’ve noticed his struggle because she lifted her chin and took his lips in a soft, reassuring kiss. “I trust you.”

Three simple words, but they held the power of a narrative. At once, the tension left his body. He could do this, take her places she’d never known without giving into the beast raging inside him.

“I wish I had a pair of handcuffs,” he admitted.

Her eyes darkened. “You want to tie me down?”

“For me,” he corrected with a short laugh. “I plan to fuck you long and hard tonight. It would be best if I was restrained.”

She joined in his laughter. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Next time? If he survived the night, he wasn’t sure of the feasibility of a second. He repositioned himself and straddled her waist. His cock rested against her flat belly, no longer close to the haven of wet warmth between her legs. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock and left a tiny, glistening trail near her belly button.

His palms moved to her breasts and cupped them. She wasn’t voluptuous, but the twin mounds more than filled his hands. The perfect size and all he’d ever need. Coral-tipped nipples pressed into his palms, and he plied them between his thumbs and forefingers.

She moved her hips, almost as if she would buck him off, but his weight trapped her. Her legs were free to move, but there wasn’t much she could do to free her upper body. She mimicked him and put her hands to his pecs. She toyed with his nipples, an act he generally detested, but it felt wonderful when she did it.

He sucked in a breath when she slid her hands down the ridges of his abdomen and brushed his cock. He glanced down and watched her encircle his cock with one hand and cup his balls with the other. Holy fuck, he was going to come. By sheer force of will, he cut off the threat of premature ejaculation. He felt like a teenager with his first lay. But Celeste was nothing like that long-forgotten girl in high school.

His cock lengthened in her hands and turned to steel. He’d been hard half the night and thought he’d gotten used to lack of blood anywhere but in his dick. He was wrong. He was light-headed and perilously close to passing out, putty in her hands. Shocked the hell out of him.

“Stop.” He brushed her hands away.

She seemed disappointed. “You don’t like it?”

“A little too much,” he answered with complete honesty.

“Oh.” She bit her lip, but a grin broke through. “Good. I’m glad.”

It was time to turn the tables. He smoothed his hands down her arms and delighted in the goose bumps that followed in the wake of his strokes. He laced their fingers together and pinned her hands to the mattress before bending down to kiss her. Her lips parted easily, and their tongues tangled in a fierce duel.

He pumped his hips, unashamed at rubbing his cock on her. Her legs moved, her thighs bumping against his ass. He chuckled against her lips. “Easy now.”

“You take it easy,” she rejoined. “Come on, Micah.”

The wheedling tone pierced the sexual fog he found himself in. With one more delicious kiss, he climbed off her and dug his wallet out of his abandoned jeans. He grabbed the foil packet stuffed inside and returned to her. Celeste surprised him by plucking the package from his fingers and ripping it open herself.

“Here.” She extended the condom to him. “Hurry.”

He rolled it on and prayed his cock wouldn’t burst the latex. Right then, it was harder than he ever remembered it being before. It fit much tighter than it should. It would have to do because it was his only one. Nothing would stop him from having her. One moment he was giving the condom careful consideration and the next he lay flat on his back.