Unconditional (10 page)

“Hands,” she gasped out as he nuzzled her instep and his stubble scratched that sensitive skin in all the right ways. “I have a thing.” She moaned as he kissed her ankle and bent her leg, his lips moving along her calf.

“A thing about hands?”

He got to his knees on the bed and kept kissing her calf, pausing at her knee before switching to the other foot and leg.

“Yes.” A breathy gasp that meant more than just his question. Yes to whatever he wanted. However he wanted it.

She’d never wanted anyone the way she did right then. Not even back in the day when she had him. Things were different. They were different, and yet, he knew her in a way no one else on the planet did and it was enough.

He gripped her tighter, sliding the aforementioned hands up her legs to her thighs, spreading them wide and holding her that way.

She nearly choked at the way it felt.

“I’m not sure I truly appreciated the heightened sense of scent I have until right this moment when your pussy got even hotter and wetter when I did that.”

She had to close her eyes a moment. She’d never actually had a man use dirty talk during sex. It was totally underrated.

He settled against her, lying on top of her but keeping most of his weight off. It was…good to be held down like that.

His mouth met hers with similar strength, his teeth nipped her lip before his tongue swept inside like it was meant to be there.

His muscles bunched and relaxed as he moved against her, stroking against her skin. Her magick rose, unbidden, bringing a gasp as she knew it drifted over his body like a caress.

He opened his eyes slowly, carefully, the normal color having bled into that otherworldly green of his wolf.

“Your magick is nearly as tasty as your skin.” The burr of his wolf was there. Her magick liked it. She realized her magick seemed to be apart from her as well as an integral part of her existence. It wanted
his
magick.

“I’ve never been with a witch before.” He tipped his head back and breathed in deep. “I like it. Whatever you’re doing with your magick, I mean. The rest of you is something I like too.”

She tried to laugh but got lungs full of his scent, and she writhed beneath him, bringing the sharpness of his gaze back to her.

Was it him? The combo of him and her? Was it her magick and his? Whatever it was, like him, she’d never experienced it before. Maybe it was because she’d never had sex with another Other, and it was always like this. But given his response she didn’t think it was that either.

“I’m not doing it on purpose. It would seem my magick really likes your wolf. Or something like that. Don’t let this go to your head, but it’s never been like this with anyone else.”

His smile though, wow. Her nipples ached when he gave her that look.

“How can that not go to my head?” He shimmied down her body a little, licking over her nipples until heat rolled through her, leaving her nearly boneless.

She supposed he had a point. But she couldn’t think about it right then with the edge of his teeth against her nipple.

“You’re really good at that.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. It had to be the stress and grief of the last days. Or something. Or maybe two Others getting down? Whatever.

“You’re overthinking. I can tell.” He kissed the swell beneath her nipple and then licked and kissed down her ribs and the hollow at her hipbone.

She laughed, but it strangled into a moan as he breathed warm air over her pussy but didn’t stop, continuing to kiss his way over to the other hip.

“I’m not! I can’t even speak much less think in any coherent way.”

Her fingers slid into his hair, and she held on and tried not to order him to get those kisses and licks to the right.

“I only want you to think about this.” He took a long, slow lick through her pussy and up to her clit that stole her breath.

“No problem,” she managed to say, though her words were barely intelligible.

He slid his tongue up into her, making her arch on a gasp.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, holding her up as if to serve himself of her body. All while he continued to devastate her pussy with his mouth.

It wasn’t like she was small or delicate. At just a hair under five and a half feet tall she had been shorter than most of her boyfriends. But Josh was just so
big
. His strength, the ease with which he held her and did what he wanted with her body made her shiver with delight.

He shifted a little, finding her clit with that tongue of his. Swirl and suck, swirl and suck until she couldn’t stop the
“please
” from escaping her lips as she tugged him closer by the hair still in her hands.

Orgasm shot through her as she gasped, nearly drowning in it as it sucked her down over and over until he laid her down gently with a kiss to her thigh before settling in next to her, pulling her close.

“I don’t think I was very good at this the last time we were together. But I think I may have earned another chance.”

She couldn’t help it, she laughed. “Considering that most boys didn’t eat pussy at all? I don’t recall thinking you sucked at it. But certainly if you had, the job you just did would have erased all red marks on your record. Once my teeth stop tingling, we can get back to it. Hopefully by then I’ll have regained muscle control.”

She had no idea what it meant to hear so much satisfied pleasure in her tone. His woman, satisfied. The shadow of her earlier distress had been pushed away for a time. He’d made it better. She’d allowed him to.

Her taste lived in him. On his skin, on lips and tongue. Her climax had sent a rush of magick and scent through his system, and he wanted to roll around in it. Christ, it was heady stuff. He hadn’t been drunk in a very long time. Wolves weren’t really able to get drunk given the speed of their metabolisms, though a huge amount of alcohol or drugs could work for a brief period. That was usually something saved for emergencies though.

“Hearing you say pussy makes me really hard.” He moved his weight, getting close enough to kiss her shoulder and then her mouth, which she’d turned to him.

She wrapped her arms around him, snuggling in, her body pressed to his as he kissed her lazily, taking his fill of her.

Ha. He wanted to gorge. To claim her until she was boneless and totally his. But that wasn’t to be. Not for the time being. So he’d take his fill within limits.

She broke from his mouth and kissed down his throat, her teeth grazing the tendons where shoulder met neck and sending a shiver through his system. His wolf clutched her tighter, urging her to bite harder.

She licked over the tender skin, humming her satisfaction.

“I promise not to leave a mark,” she murmured, moving to the hollow of his throat.

“Feel free to mark me all you like.” His wolf would love it even more than he would.

“You’re so hot I just want to take a bite.”

He flipped her to her back, looming over her. She grinned up at him.

“It makes me hot when you bite me.” He nipped her shoulder for emphasis. “It’s…” he paused to taste the words he’d never said before, “…a flattering, sexy thing for a Were to be marked by his partner. Love bites, bite marks, whatever. And that it’s you, makes it even better. So if you want to take a bite, go ahead on because I’ve got no complaints.”

“Oh.” Her grin slid into a nearly shy smile, and it tightened things low in his belly. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. “I’d like to get back to work. I want to taste a lot more of you.”

She did some fancy cop moves, and he was on his back again as she scrambled to all fours over his body.

She laid a trail of kisses over his chest, nipping here and there.

“Harder,” he whispered.

Her pupils swallowed more color in her eyes. She liked that. The scent of her desire rose, underlining the point.

She bit him again on his biceps and he pushed into her teeth. She gave him more pressure until his hips jutted forward without him thinking about it.

Her gaze locked with his as she licked over the place she’d just bitten.

“
Goddamn
,” he snarled. “Don’t want to wait. Want to be in you.”

“Did you use to be this impatient?” She ignored his orders and kissed her way to the other nipple and then scooted down his body to his cock. Her gaze locked on his, she angled him and swirled her tongue around the head.

He strangled a reply and cleared his throat to repeat himself. “Was I, a teenage boy, impatient about sex?” He laughed. “I’m just grateful I wasn’t so bad at it that you laughed in my face tonight.”

She did something with her fingers just behind his balls, and his laugh died on what was probably a beg. And he was okay with that.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her mouth taking the length of his cock in and pulling back, leaving it dark and slick.

He let it go on nearly too long, nearly too close to losing it and blowing down that pretty throat. But he hadn’t lied, he wanted to fuck her so with a gasp and a draw on all his control, he took her shoulders and pushed her back.

“So good. Too good.” He rolled over and grabbed a condom. He hadn’t used one since college, but it wasn’t like it was complicated. A quick tear of the top and it was on.

She had a smile on her mouth and he had to kiss it a bit. Which was good as he was able to wrest his need back a little. The last thing he wanted was to come five seconds after he got inside her.

In fact…

“You on top, gorgeous. Or I’ll find it a lot harder to go slow.”

She straddled his waist, her hair a tumble around her face and shoulders, her skin dusted with her magick like glitter.

But when she slid down his cock with her cunt, squeezing, so hot that he had to bite back a curse, he had to suck in a breath before clenching his jaw. So good it dug into his gut, sending a burst of pleasure so intense through him that he broke out in a sweat.

Michelle’s groan made it even better. And that was before she gripped his sides, her nails digging in as she began to move. Not up and down, but back and forth, rubbing herself against him as she kept him deep.

He wasn’t the only one who’d learned a few things since those earlier, less-finessed days when they’d been together before. On one hand, he was clearly the beneficiary of that. She’d grown into a confident woman, and they had plenty of good times in bed ahead of them. That was a positive.

On the other, it meant she’d been with people who’d taught her this. Wolves were incredibly possessive of their mates. The thought of another man’s hands on her made him want to yank the condom off and fill her full of
his
seed, marking her in as many ways as he could.

His wolf didn’t care that the times had changed. That a modern man worth having wouldn’t ever do such a thing. That part of his existence was all about urges and passion, deep, sweeping emotion, and it didn’t care that humans didn’t act that way.

And in the years since he’d been a wolf, the man had never had to struggle to control those urges the way he did right then, her pussy rippling around his cock as she rode him.

Her gaze had gone blurry and he arched to get her attention. She moaned and swallowed hard, her gaze sharpening and landing on his face.

“Hey there. You with me?”

She nodded, licking her lips.

“Good. You feel so amazing.”

One corner of her mouth rose.

Her head tipped back, exposing the line of her body, gleaming with magick and sweat, the scent of all that mingling into a perfumed vise around him as he took her in. The points of her nipples on breasts that swayed slightly as she moved. The swell of her hips beneath his hands. The play of her muscles there, against his palms. He caught peeks of his cock as she undulated.

It was impossible that he could feel so much at once without simply exploding from it.

“More.”

She moved to look into his face again.

“I’m here. You’re inside me. Take what you need.”

She had
no
idea what that statement did to him.

He rolled, staying buried in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on as he sped up his thrusts. Deeper. God. Harder.

She arched into him, her nails in his back, urging him on, rolling her hips to meet him each time he slid back into her cunt.

She made a noise in the back of her throat each time he got all the way in. He kissed her, hard, swallowing that sound.

“Make yourself come,” he whispered into her mouth.

She sucked at his tongue and then let go of his shoulder with one hand.

Being with him felt so daring.

She’d never, ever made herself come in front of another person. Even when she was having sex with them.

He made her bold. Sexy. Like no matter what she said or wanted, he’d give to her without judging. Or even better, like it that way.

With him so deep inside, the moment she stroked her clit with her middle finger she was already halfway there. It was sooo good as he fucked into her body in such a raw way.