ShiftingHeat (3 page)

All she could think of right now was having him, letting him
take her and then taking him. Then doing it again. No, she couldn’t do that,
had
to remember her mission, but she’d let go, just for a while, enjoy what
they had. And just as she’d said, let him give her a memory to take with her
when she left. She’d lose herself in this, forget about the rest for however
long it took them. Now she thought about it, she realized she hadn’t gotten
down and dirty with anybody for a long time. Far too long.

That must be it. No sex for a while could drive a dragon
crazy, especially at this time of the month.

She drew away. He let her, but the way his eyes burned told
her he wouldn’t let her get very far. That was fine by her—she wasn’t planning
to go far. The dragon remained in his eyes, the burning sparks reminding her of
his true nature. That was typical of newly converted shape-shifters, that
inability to conceal everything at the time of the full moon. Now she felt even
more of a heel for drawing him in, but fuck, she wanted him.

She slid her fingers under her belt but he held up one
finger and wagged it from side to side, tsking to remind her that it was his
job. Smiling, she loosened the belt ever so slightly and drew her hands away.

The backs of her knees touched the side of the divan bed. It
stood crosswise to the door, and since this room was a standard single room—comfortable
but hardly spacious—only a foot separated her from her soon-to-be lover. She tumbled
back, bouncing when she hit the bed, and opened her legs. Just a little. She’d
left the room lit for seduction so he wouldn’t be able to see anything but a
glimpse of thigh and some shadows in the dim light.

His low growl told her she’d succeeded in turning him on even
more. His cock stood at full-mast, hard and darker than the rest of his body,
engorged and ready. The tip gleamed with a bead of liquid that, as she watched,
slowly trickled down, almost like a tear, streaking across the sensitive skin.
She wanted to claim it, but she wanted to watch as well. The drop hung on the
flared edge of his cock head and she leaned forward, thirstier than she could
remember ever being before.

But he got to her first. He leaned over her, bracketing her
body with his arms, brushing his body against hers but not lying on her. His
breath heated her cheek then her mouth when she turned her head to receive his
kiss.

He dropped a gentle kiss on her lips, lingered to taste and
then drew back, slipping his fingers under her robe. Watching her all the
while, gazing into her eyes, turning her disrobing into a deeper intimacy, he
pulled until the belt came loose. He let it fall and turned his attention to
the edges of the garment. He glanced away and it felt as though the temperature
in the room dropped.

But when she felt his gaze fall on her bare skin, a flush of
instant awareness warmed her right through. She smiled, knowing it was a poor
effort, but she needed to show him something of what she felt. She had to keep
up her psychic barriers, afraid of how well he was trained or how much he could
see. That wouldn’t be unusual in a first encounter. He wouldn’t suspect
anything.

Andros pushed up on to his knees and stared at her. Drank
her in, devoured her with his gaze, opening every part of her to his raw
inspection. At the same time he probed at her mind, asking her to let him in
deeper. The mental connection mattered. Some shape-shifters said it was the
most important part of sex, but she couldn’t do this, couldn’t let him in farther
than the superficial outer layer. He might read too much. She felt his
surprise, then a spark of anger when he realized she wasn’t letting him in.

He growled—caught her hands and urged her to unfold them.
Still looking, those startlingly bright blue eyes drinking her in as if she were
a glass of cool water.

She gave a wry grin. “I’m not that special.” She knew how
she looked. Reasonably slim, not model-skinny, with medium breasts and medium
curves. Everything medium. Not unattractive, but not particularly memorable,
either. For once, that could work in her favor tonight.

“Gorgeous, that’s how special you are.” He grinned down at
her, sharing something she didn’t dare stretch her mind out to discover. He
nudged her mental barrier again, trying once more for the deeper connection,
but she refused to let him in. His smile didn’t waver. “How about me? Will I
do?”

She sensed a curious tinge of vulnerability, there and gone
in an instant. Not every Talent was built like a linebacker. She happened not
to like the linebacker type, although if it came with a pleasing personality
she wouldn’t say no. But Andros worked for her.

“Come here.” She pressed her hands against his chest, then
moved them around to grasp him and pull him on top of her. Their mouths joined
in a hungry kiss, which morphed into another and then another. He turned her so
they lay on their sides, his cock pressed into the soft skin of her stomach, a burning
portent of what they were about to do. Faye loved it. They kissed and caressed,
each learning the textures and planes of the other’s body. She loved the dip in
his waist at the back before it flared out into the smooth curves of his
backside, and even more, when she curled her hands around she could touch his
balls, faintly furred, hardening, tempting her to slide down his body and
taste.

Perhaps he read her desire, or a tension in her muscles
alerted him, because he pulled her closer and chuckled. “No you don’t. I won’t
survive that.” A frown crossed his features. “Unless—you don’t have protection?
We’re fertile at this time of the month, aren’t we?”

That he had to ask made her pause. Definitely new to this.
She’d suspected as much from the sheer delight she’d read from him when they
flew over the Park, as if he’d never played like that before.

She cupped his cheek, tenderness filling her. “I have
protection. Yes, we’re fertile, until tomorrow. Maybe the day after. I’ve heard
of that happening.”

He raised a brow. “I haven’t heard of that before. Isn’t the
three-day rule inviolate?”

“I guess I’ve been around too long.” She rubbed her foot
against his ankle bracelet, the only thing he wore. “You work for STORM?” If
she pretended ignorance, then she’d look like a fool. These days STORM was too
famous to ignore.

“Yeah.” He gave an embarrassed laugh. “How did you know? I
mean we’re not the only secure place in the city. Other places use these
bracelets.”

“I saw you,” she said. “On the roof.” She hadn’t, but she’d
flown close enough to the STORM building to ensure she found a worker there,
one that suited her purpose.

He swallowed. “And you still wanted to play?”

Why? Had his takeoff been clumsy? This guy had one hell of
an inferiority complex. Or perhaps working alongside the perfect specimens at
STORM had given him one. “Oh yes. I’ve always been a sucker for golden dragons.”

“I’m not the only one at STORM.”

“It was you I wanted.” That was true enough. The trouble
was, the more time she spent with him, the more the wanting became personal.
Andros wasn’t the means to an end anymore. He was Andros, not her mark. Bad,
that was bad. But fighting for control didn’t work anymore. She had to let this
powerful urge to fuck him have its way. Then she’d get back to her true purpose
tonight. Hopefully.

He kissed her then kissed her some more. When they were both
breathing a lot more heavily, he shoved back the lock of blond hair that hung
over his face. “So where are the condoms? Or do you want us to play hide and
seek?” Those hands he’d used to caress her became instruments of torment when
they curled around the base of her ribs and applied just the right amount of
pressure to tickle mercilessly.

Giggling like a teenager, she pulled away. “No hide and
seek. They’re right here.” She leaned over him, loving the way he immediately
took advantage of her position and licked her breast, making her sigh as
ripples of pleasure unfurled through her whole body. She fumbled more than she
had to getting the condoms, especially when he sucked a diamond-hard nipple
into his mouth and then caressed it with his tongue. “Oh God.” Fuck, he had a
talented tongue. He curled it around her and sucked her deeper. Her body pulsed
in time with his pulls, every part of her responding to his caresses,
especially when he grabbed her ass and pulled her close.

His cock left a damp kiss on her stomach when she drew away.
He dragged her back. “You do it.” His eyes gleamed, tempting and coaxing her to
do exactly what she wanted to do anyway.

She sat up, straddled his thighs and captured his cock in
one hand, stroking it, persuading it to harden even more. Though she doubted
that was possible, it was fun to try. He made a small sound and his muscles
tightened. He groaned. “Do it now. Now!”

More liquid seeped from the tip. Reaching out to him with
her psi, she picked up his urgency, his need for her. She wouldn’t get any if
she didn’t quit teasing, and she definitely wanted some. The thought briefly
crossed her mind that she could have done this, given him head or just caressed
him to orgasm. But she wanted more, needed it with a frantic desperation she’d
never felt before. The evidence of her desperation was dampening the tops of
his thighs where she straddled him. She slid along his hair-roughened leg,
trying to relieve her sense of urgency, to take the edge off. It didn’t work.

She rolled the condom over his cock with efficiency rather
than sensuality. “It’s like riding a bike,” she remarked, taking the edge off
her own need.

Andros opened his eyes wider. “Pardon me?”

“Putting on protection. I haven’t done this for a while.”

“Sex or protection?”

“Either.” She responded automatically, openly, but in the
next moment, she could have bitten her tongue. She found him too easy to talk
with.

Biting her lip, she lifted to position her pussy over his
cock. The exchange had taken more than the edge off for her. But not for him,
it seemed.

He grabbed her thighs, stopping her from lowering onto him
and lifted his gaze to hers. Slowly. Very slowly, perusing every inch of her
body before he met her eyes. “You are so gorgeous. I’m a lucky man tonight.” He
paused and his gaze sharpened. “Are you still okay?”

Had he picked up on her doubt? That shouldn’t have been
possible. She’d loaded the front of her mind with what she wanted him to read,
and added her arousal, which she hadn’t preloaded. Everything else she kept
locked away. No one had broken that barrier before. Had she somehow become
complacent?

Shit, she was jumpy. Of course not. He’d read her body
language. If he was converted, he’d be naturally better at that. It was one of
the ways mortals made up for their lack of psi. Oh, they had psi, especially
simple communication skills, but they didn’t know it. Conditioning, evolution
or both had locked the ability down tight, and it took a Sorcerer or a lot of
training to unlock it.

Andros would have felt the way her muscles tensed, that was
all. So she smiled. “Sure. More than okay. Let’s do this.” She lowered her
voice to a sexy purr. He didn’t take his hands from her but helped her to
descend, hissing when her pussy touched the tip of his cock. A shame they had
to use the sheath. She yearned to feel him bare. Not that she could.

He laughed shakily. “Not completely a shame. I might have
come just touching you if I didn’t have protection on. Inside. I want inside.”

His urgency drove her desire on. He slipped inside her and
she sighed in relief, but when she wanted to plunge, take him right in, he held
her back. “Let me feel it. Every little bit.”

She gasped and took him in. She sank down and kept going,
but couldn’t keep it nice and slow. She wanted him with a recklessness that
sent waves of shock through her. Her head went back and she groaned low in her
throat. Leaning forward to rest her hands on either side of him, she moved. And
heard his corresponding groan.

“Oh that feels so fucking good,” he said, so low she could
hardly catch the words. They resonated in her mind, the low vibrations sending
her higher. Enjoying every bit of this, far more than she should, she opened
her eyes.

Amazing, he looked so good. Those remarkable eyes
half-closed, she could still see the glitter of sapphire as he studied her,
watched her riding him. Her breasts swayed in a sinuous rhythm and if she
leaned forward, her nipples touched him with every stroke, grazing his chest.
He lifted his arms from her thighs and grasped her hips, supporting her while
she moved and raising his buttocks to meet her every downward plunge. His mouth
partly open, he swept his tongue out over his lower lip. When he tugged her
down, she went, unable to resist the temptation of his luscious mouth. The
lower lip was slightly fuller than the upper and she licked it before joining
her mouth to his for a kiss as deep, as hard as their combined movements.

Leaning forward brought his cock into contact with a spot
deep inside her. With her body so open to his, touching his, her knees forward,
he could go deep, deeper than she usually felt. Or maybe this was just the
magic of Andros.

Stop it, stupid.
But more and more the temptation
hovered—to forget her plan and just spend the night here with him, enjoying him
and seeing what else they could achieve together.

Waves of sensation flowed through her, deeper with every
downward push of her body.
Let go
, he urged her, mind to mind.

The connection drove her to rise above the peak and soar.
The waves turned into a flood and her pussy clenched around him. With a
wordless cry, she experienced every pulse and shared her ecstasy with him,
unthinkingly opening to pour the feeling into him.

It turned the tide, forced him over and she felt his orgasm
like she had her own. For a bare instant they merged and together they cried
out into each other’s mouths, into their hearts and souls.