The Shifter's Conspiracy (Paranormal BBW Werewolf Romance Novella) (16 page)

It was at that moment that I felt him starting to slow his thrusts. There was a slight sense of hesitation, a new, subtle nuance to the way he stroked in and out of me. There was a loss of control. I could see it in his eyes; a look of inevitability, the fate of orgasm lighting up his eyes. I clenched my pussy, pushing up against him, trying to maximize his pleasure as he neared climax. He looked into my eyes, his look serious and passionate. I gave a slight nod, letting him know that I wanted the same thing as he did.

That’s when I felt it; hot and sticky, filling me up and lining my pussy with his virulent cum. His seed inside me, its warmth sending a shiver through me, counter to all expectations. My body gyrated as he held his cock inside me, keeping it at the deepest point of penetration. His muscles pressed against me and I felt myself pinned to the bed, but writhing as my own orgasm rocketed through me with the force of an explosion. I emitted a series of loud moans, surprised at the longevity of my climax. I tried to concentrate on the pleasure, to condense it and bring it within the realm of my understanding.

But it wasn’t something comprehensible. It was limitless, beyond my ability to reduce to mere words. I abandoned myself to this supernatural feeling, both extremely content, but yearning for more, my desire for Elias growing with each moment he held himself inside me. I dug my nails into his skin, an expression of passion more than anything, one that let him know I was his forever… if he wanted it that way.

When I woke that next morning, I felt as if the night before had been a dream. The horrors I’d seen, combined with the all-encompassing bliss of Elias inside me. I thought of his seed swimming through me and could barely resist the desire to touch myself, or the desire to wake him from his slumber and ask him to fuck me once more.

I was his mate. That much was certain. With the love we’d made, he’d marked me, christened me, made me his own. His desire for me was beyond the scope of this world, our mutual passion impossible to deny.

I looked over at his muscular body, wrapped in the white sheets of the hotel bed. He stirred next to me, and I could see the tensing of his arms, enhancing the definition of his perfect body. I ran my fingers along him, trying to be careful not to wake him, but unable to ignore my own drive to touch his body, to feel that charge of electricity that his skin always imparted to me with even the simplest touch.

Elias turned over and faced me, his eyes opening, revealing once more those expansive blue oceans, those glowing sapphires that could peer into my very soul. We didn’t say a word—we only kissed deeply and began the process once more, that act of complete passion that brought us again to inevitable climax.

It seemed impossible that this time could be better than the last, that it could be even more sensual and devoid of inhibition, that our orgasms could be stronger, longer, and more vibrant. We lay back in exhaustion, sweaty and content. I looked over at him once more, the burning desire for me still present in his eyes, the desire for his mate that signified our complete devotion to each other, baptized in the fire of our red-hot passion.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” I said, pressing my hand to his chest, enjoying the hardness of his pecs.

“Me too,” said Elias. “But we can’t. There’s a world outside. A world that needs us. A world that will be worse without us.”

I stared back into his eyes, saying nothing, maintaining my silence for the moment. Then I sighed.

The fact was he was right; the world did need us. While we’d made great strides last night, there was still much work left to do before the abductions case would finally be put to rest. There was still the risk that more girls would go missing. Mr. Cipriano was only the figurehead of the operation; the real danger lay before in the shifters that made up his crew, these half-men, half-wolves who carried out this dark trade.

And even when or if we solved this case, there would always be more criminals, there would always be sinister forces in the world that required constant vigilance to hold back the wave of evil from crashing down on human society.

So that became our new task: the reconciliation of our passion for each other with the demands of the world outside. It wasn’t an easy task, but it was one we’d have to face. In the end, knowledge that we’d be facing the world together, as shifter and mate, gave me the strength I needed to deal with the dark world outside our hotel window.