Shifter Magnetism (16 page)

“I said I wanted to touch you.” The huskiness of her voice was such a contrast to the delicateness of her teddy and her form.

She smiled that smile again, right before she clawed his clothes off him. She shredded them with precision, and he enjoyed every dangerous minute of it. She settled between his legs, dragging her claws up his calves and thighs. He held his breath, tensing as she got closer to his cock. At the juncture of his thighs, her claws returned to nails, the caress immediately softening from dangerous and exciting to playful and sexy as hell.

Leila leaned in a little closer. “I read an article once, and it said a man’s brain immediately jumped to having his cock sucked when he saw red lipstick on a woman. Do you think that’s true?”

By the way his cock had jerked at the mere mention of a blowjob, he had to say the answer was obvious. “I think that’s what my mind is going to associate red lipstick with now.”

She was stroking him, and his words turned to encouragement. She kept her gaze glued to his face even as she leisurely lowered her slightly open mouth to his cock. Her breasts dragged against his upper thighs, and he dug his claws into the sheets to keep from forcing her down faster.

The sight of her bare ass in the air and mouth poised over his member was framed by the prettiest pair of lace-covered breasts he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. Then she opened her mouth wider and gobbled him in one damn suck, taking him as far as he could go. When the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, he desperately fought urge to close his eyes. He needed to watch her and pay tribute to the seductive and utterly single-minded way she laid claim to his body.

Every wet slide and drag of her mouth hit him hard enough to pull growls from his throat. There wasn’t an ounce of mercy in the way she sucked him off. She was obliterating every other thought in his mind until his focus narrowed to a picture of her between his bent legs and the fire in his blood every time she sucked him in and slowly released him. His entire world was her face and the red of her lips around his shaft. She was enjoying herself; he could smell her arousal in the air growing stronger each second.

The scent helped push him over the edge. “Shit.”

Black spots gathered at the corner of his eyes, and he tried to blink them away; he wanted to hold on to the feeling forever. But he couldn’t. The sexy way she looked, the bold way she sucked him combined with the sweet and spicy smell of her arousal hijacked his control, snatching it ruthlessly and flinging him into a tidal wave of a climax so strong he lost control of reality for a moment.

With his body still hyperaware, he fought to recover from his release. The bed moved gently, and he grabbed for Leila and recognized the curve of his mate’s leg. Opening his eyes, he found her standing over his chest, legs and folds spread, a tell-tale wetness covering her pussy and glistening along her thighs. His cock jerked deliciously and painfully back to attention. Her expression fired his blood. Her mouth opened, and he saw his cum still warm inside right before she swallowed, licking the little bit that had slipped from the corner of her smudged red lips.

Surging up, he grasped her waist and buried his mouth against her pussy. Her balance gave, and he guided her down so her knees fell on either side of his ears. Her hands clasped his head, and she undulated, gasping out a command for him to eat her. And he did, his beast riding him hard, forcing him to meet and go beyond the unequivocal way she’d claimed him. He needed to be her match, knew her wolf would never allow her to look at him the same again if he couldn’t.

So he let his wolf out on a short leash, knew he’d done the right thing as his fang snagged her delicate flesh, wrenching an entire-body shudder from her as she screamed above him and used her hands to wedge his mouth more firmly against her pussy. He feasted on her nectar, and he worshipped her folds and her clit. She’d descended into a place of growls and a chorus of guttural
oh yeah
’s.

Her body telegraphed the imminence of her orgasm. She stiffened, clamping her thighs tightly to his head and grinding her pussy into his mouth. Her scream was wondrous even through the filter of her thighs against his ears. She slumped, hands leaving his head to brace against the mattress. She swayed a little, and he tightened his grip on her ass, allowing her to catch her breath. When she straightened and tried to lift off him, he pulled her back and did it all again. He brought her to another climax while she alternately cursed at him and demanded he not stop.

She slid off him to the side afterward, and he allowed it, following her as she rolled contentedly onto her back. He’d satisfied her. Her wolf would never doubt him, never whisper to her that he wasn’t enough. Eyes closed, she breathed deeply, causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly. He enjoyed the view for a while until he leaned forward, rubbing his face across the mounds and the valley between, sealing their scents together. He scent marked her with his body, enjoying every glide of his torso, arms, and legs as he explored her, claiming her in a different yet just as important way.

With so many new males on pack lands, he needed to make it clear she was off-limits. Alpha females could be like drugs to male wolves, their bodies naturally giving off pheromones that might influence a shifter to do something stupid. Like get within striking distance of her claws. His scent would help them remember that even if the pain of her claws and teeth might be worth winning her, his wrath wouldn’t.

He pushed her legs wider apart, and though he knew she was awake, she didn’t acknowledge him in any way. The slit in the teddy framed her pussy, hinting at the dark hair just above. He would buy one of the flimsy garments for every day of the year.

“That won’t be necessary. I have some other things you might like just as well.” Her voice was low and quiet.

He hadn’t meant to express his desire out loud. “I’m not sure I could handle anything more perfect than this.” But he would certainly give it his best shot.

Her eyes opened, and her smile turned mysterious. He understood then that she’d taken his statement as a challenge. Equal parts desire and wariness coursed through him. His mate would test his control at every turn. The thought delighted him. He pressed the head of his cock at her entrance and then slid slowly inside. The first inch sharpened his focus. He still had something to prove.

Right now, his little witch-hybrid mate wasn’t thinking everything through. She thought of closeness in the mate bond as something inevitable. She dismissed her mother’s claim that she could dissolve magic as strong as the bond. One day she would realize she could leave him, simply walk away and return whenever she needed her itch for him scratched.

He loved her. He loved her with his last breath, but he knew she didn’t love him. They were joined by a mutual desire to keep her safe and catch her attacker. They had swapped pieces of their magic and souls, even if it was by accident. But Nic wasn’t sure a soul swap would carry them through a full life together. The pack was a hard place full of rules she’d not grown up obeying. Eventually, she’d understand gratefulness for saving her life couldn’t hold them together forever.

He needed to be able to offer her a continuation of this lust. Make her see they could be good together, and then she might feel enough affection for him to stay. He would lay everything he was and all the power he wielded as the Alpha of the Coldwell Pack at her feet.

He had work to do. He entwined his fingers with hers, keeping her hands pressed to the bed over her head. He worked his hips, trying to drag more moans of ecstasy from her lips, he knew the work would be his pleasure as well. Her legs wound around his waist, and he felt the press of one high heel against his ass. The novelty of it spurred him on, and he thrust faster, catching her gasps and groans against his lips while he lightly kissed her.

Her hips followed the faster rhythm he set, and she raised her head and deepened the kiss. She matched him, her hunger as apparent as his. His climax was almost on top of him, and he held it off with a fierceness he intended to apply to keeping his mate. He could feel her release approaching, the tightening deep inside. The shorter, deeper breaths. Her body tensed under him as her legs tightened around his waist. He held his breath, knowing she would take him with her when he was snared by the pulsing contractions of her pussy.

LEILA’S CLIMAX RIPPED through her body. She felt Nic tumble with her, enjoying the thought of them being in sync at such an intimate moment. She held on to him and waited for her heart rate and breathing to slow.

The new beast inside her had begun riding her hard the moment Nic had touched her. It had pushed her, making her more savage than she’d ever felt during sex. She’d wanted something from him and was certain if she hadn’t gotten it, she’d have turned quite violent. She didn’t like not understanding what was happening to her. She didn’t want to fear herself.

Nic pushed up on his elbows and kissed her before pulling away to stare into her eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“I can smell your fear.”

That was damn inconvenient. “I don’t understand what just happened.”

“You’re an alpha female, and your wolf wanted to test me, make sure I was strong enough for you.”

“Oh.” Evidently he’d passed. Her body was still humming with pleasure.

She unwound her legs from his back, kicking her shoes off and onto the floor. Nic was hard again inside her, but he surprised her by pulling from her body and moving to her side. Leaning on his elbow, he proceeded to stare at her body. She actually blushed despite the fact that they’d recently been engaged in an ardent round of sex.

When he reached over and folded the cups of the teddy down under her breasts, she was prepared to end up with him inside her again, but all he did was run his gaze over his handiwork. So intense was his regard that it felt exactly as if he were caressing her. He was so entranced she knew exactly the lingerie she would wear for him next.

“Are you having fun?”

His smile caused little sparks to ignite in her chest. “This is one of my new favorite pastimes.”

Leila didn’t really have a bad body image. She knew everyone didn’t find the extent of her curves sexy, and she didn’t worry about those people. Nic, on the other hand, watched her as if he were thinking of stalking her, and he never showed in any way that he didn’t simply want to devour her. That kind of attention might start going to her head.

He trailed his fingertips along the lace at her side before pulling his hand back. “Did this come out of that store you wouldn’t let me go into at the mall?”

She turned toward him and mimicked him by propping her head on her palm. “It sure did. I have to have some mystery.”

“I don’t think this outfit has enough material to be counted as mysterious.” He reached over and pulled her flush against him.

“You don’t know what I’m going to wear next, do you?”

His grin was cocky. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll be wearing a look of extreme satisfaction.”

“Yes, please,” she said primly.

He sat up and began to slowly peel the garment that had so delighted him from her body. He handled the fragile material with care, making sure to kiss every part of her that he uncovered. As usual, her body responded immediately.

It was time for a bit of self-truth. She liked sex as well as the next woman. Frankly, she liked it a great deal. But Nic brought something new and exciting to every encounter. Mate bond, shifter magnetism, or plain old good genes, his touch inflamed her. Every time they came together, she had a very hard time not making more of the intimacy they shared than could realistically be true.

She wasn’t going to be that stupid. He’d already told her the mate bond didn’t equal true love and a deep connection. She wouldn’t allow herself to believe his passion during sex communicated anything more about his feelings than that he thought she was a good fuck. The world didn’t work that way, and she was a grown woman.

Fully nude, she adored the way he worshipped her body. The feel of his tongue against her breast was incredible. She arched into the caress as she stared into his face. His gaze was on her face, his eyes so intense it felt as if he were trying to read her soul.
Stop it.
She would not do that to herself. Women tricked themselves into believing men loved them all the time. She wanted to be in this relationship with her eyes wide open.

Did his intensity come from him being a shifter? There was no doubt in her mind that he delighted in fucking her. As he pushed her legs up and surged into her swiftly and powerfully, she didn’t deny that she enjoyed allowing him to fuck her. As a matter of fact, she enjoyed the hell out of it.

She raised her hips enthusiastically to meet his thrusts. She wound her arms around his back, holding him as close to her as possible. Kissing every available stretch of skin she could reach, she savored the taste of him. His sleek muscles contracted under her lips and hands. And she ruthlessly turned her mind away from thoughts of love and firmly onto the sweat-slicked glide of his pelvis and torso against hers. She focused on the exquisite feel of his cock sliding in and out of her as he ground into her clit with each thrust.

Within seconds, she was lost in the wild passion of sex with her shifter mate. His harsh breathing and her erratic gasps filled her ears. Everywhere he touched her he branded her, flooding her with heat, want, and longing. And he delivered, pushing her body until her entire being felt as if it had no choice but to ignite. The tingling began in her fingers and toes and combined with the little shock waves in her core. She stiffened as the first wave of pleasure slammed into her, startling a scream out of her even though she knew it was coming.

Any thought that didn’t begin and end with Nic over her, inside her, surrounding her was drowned in ecstasy. Scary and exhilarating all at the same time.

She had absolutely no plans to give him up.

Chapter Ten

Leila stared through the posts in the ornate iron gate. “It appears deserted.”

Findor Stevens’s manor loomed in the distance. Red brick with gray shutters that needed a paint job, the house overlooked a circular drive and a lawn whose grass was yellowing.