Wanted: Wild Thing (Midnight Liaisons) (22 page)

Ooh, bold words. My hands went to my own breasts and I cupped them, since he wasn’t doing it for me. His hiss of breath and the gleam of his catlike eyes told me that he liked that move. “Like this?” I asked him.

“Just like that,” Hugh growled. “Touch your breasts for me.” And his thumb slid down the wet seam of my sex.

I moaned, throwing my head back, as if that would somehow make his touch hit me in all the right places. My fingers went to my nipples, and I plucked at them obediently.

He groaned low in his throat and his thumb stroked deeper, moving between the lips of my sex.

I held my breath as his fingers brushed between my thighs, exploring me. He caressed my sensitive folds, tracing them with gentle claws. I shivered as he touched me, my body quivering with each tender stroke.

Then he discovered my clit.

A sharp spike of desire blasted through me. I stiffened, gasping, and forgot all about teasing him with my breasts. My entire being suddenly centered on that small spot of pleasure.

Hugh had noticed my reaction. “I remember seeing this on the moving stories you showed me,” he murmured. “The man would touch the woman here, on this tiny little bit of flesh, and she would go mad with need. I thought it fascinating, as I do not have such a thing on my own body.” Mindful of his claws, he carefully rubbed at my clit, green eyes gleaming as he watched me.

A sob escaped my throat. My hips arched and my hands tightened on my breasts, clenching at my own skin. My entire body felt tight, taut like a bow, vibrating with need. I rocked my hips against his fingers, needing more. “Please, Hugh,” I begged. “More.”

“Ryder, you are so very wet against my fingers. I touch you and my skin glides over yours.” His thumb circled my clit, careful of his claws, and driving me even wilder. “And your scent is driving me to distraction.”

His hand lifted away from my sex. I whimpered a protest, only to watch as he lifted his hand to his mouth and inhaled.

“I must taste you,” he breathed. And then he licked them and groaned with need. “Sweeter than nectar, love. You taste incredible.”

I dragged my blunted nails over my nipples, panting at his words. The thought of him licking the taste of me off his fingers was driving me crazy, almost as much as the fingers teasing my clit were.

“More,” he breathed. “I need more of this.”

He shifted, my spread legs moving into the air as he slid his legs out from under mine. Then he pushed me up the furs. Opening my eyes, I made a wordless sound of protest.

I opened them just in time to see him lean over me. His hands pushed between my thighs, spreading them wider, and he pushed his face between my legs. I moaned in surprise as I felt his breath on my sex. A moment later, he was spreading the lips of my sex with gentle fingers. His groan of pleasure made me even wetter. “Never have I smelled anything so good, Ryder. I am going to put my mouth on you now.”

I shuddered, loving that he was telegraphing his moves to me. My hands slid away from my breasts and down to his head, searching for his hair. I found it a moment later and dug my fingers in just as he put his mouth on my flesh.

His tongue was hesitant at first, as if he was making sure I wouldn’t protest the intimate caress. He didn’t have to worry about that part. As soon as his mouth touched my clit, I sucked in a breath, waiting for stars to rain from the heavens.

I didn’t get that, though. It felt odd at first and I shifted my hips, wondering if I was missing out on something. He lapped at my flesh, a groan of pleasure rising in his throat, and his pleasure escalated mine. Then his tongue stroked against my clit again, and I realized that his tongue was . . . rough, like a cat’s. It dragged against my skin, and all of a sudden, I felt like every inch of his tongue was pushing right on my nerves.

I gasped, shocked at how good it felt.

Hugh made a pleased noise in his throat, and he continued to lick and suck at my clit with his mouth. I moaned again, my hips lifting with every drag of his tongue across the nub of my flesh. “Oh, God, that feels amazing,” I blurted, then realized that I’d said it aloud. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed, because he was encouraged by that and began to lick me harder, and faster.

It didn’t matter that I was a changeling. Not to Hugh. He loved me and wanted me wildly, no matter what I looked like. That thought was as intoxicating as his tongue on my body. I moaned and writhed under him, my fingers tight in his hair, my heels digging into the furs as he pinned my thighs against his shoulders, holding me in place so he could continue to lick at me to his heart’s content.

He lifted his head between licks, pressing kisses to my mound. “Do you like my mouth on you, Ryder?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, twisting his thick hair between my fingers and pulling on it, trying to drag him back toward that aching, wet flesh that wanted more attention from his tongue.

“I want to keep touching you,” he murmured, then he raked his teeth against the inside of one thigh. That savage—yet delicate—gesture sent shivers up and down my spine. “Don’t be frightened.”

“I’m not,” I breathed. “Never frightened. Keep touching me, Hugh.”

“I will be careful,” he told me, and I wondered what he was talking about. A moment later, he distracted me by placing his mouth on my clit again and sucking hard. It almost distracted me from the finger he pressed into my core.

Almost.

I jerked, keening at the feeling of his finger invading me. I realized a moment later that it wasn’t his finger he’d pushed into me but a knuckle, ever mindful of his claws. It felt thick and urgent, and my flesh was tight around it. I whimpered against him again. It felt good, but I knew it wasn’t nearly the size of his cock, and it already seemed like too much.

“My Ryder,” he breathed against my wet flesh and tongued me hard all over again. “My love. Your body is wondrous. I could not ask for more in a mate.”

Mate? So we were going to be mates after all? He’d never said the words, even though he’d confessed love to me and I’d confessed it back. I wanted to ask him about it—

—But then he rapidly flicked his tongue against my clit and all of a sudden I was coming, the orgasm blasting through me like a shock wave. I dug my fingernails roughly into his scalp, pinning him against my sex as my entire body locked with the force of my release, my core clenching around his knuckle. It seemed to go on forever. Hugh continued to lick me, growling, that rough tongue working at my flesh, and I continued to come and come and come until my thighs were twitching with aftershocks and my cries turned to soft mews of exhausted release.

Panting hard, I released Hugh, and he gave another dragging rasp of his teeth against my thigh. When he pulled me upright, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tilted my head back, accepting the fierce kisses that he pressed against my mouth. His lips tasted wet and salty with my own flavor, and I languidly stroked my tongue against his. I felt incredible. Delicious.

Hugh’s teeth sank into my lip. He then grazed his tongue along my lower lip, licking away any pinch.

That gave me an odd thrill. His bites and nips—despite his enormous teeth—didn’t hurt me. I could thank my changeling hide for that. He continued to shower nipping kisses on my face, moving up my ridged cheekbones and even up to the horns on my forehead. When he licked the base of each one, I was surprised at the moan of pleasure that escaped me. Who knew that horns were such pleasure centers? There were so many things left to explore, and we didn’t have to worry about hurting each other. Hugh didn’t have to be gentle with me. I loved that.

His hand dragged at my ass, and he thrust against me. I felt his cock push at my stomach, felt the slick trail he left against my skin. “Ryder,” he groaned. “Can you take me?”

I quivered at that, opening my eyes and looking up into his tight, concerned face. My thighs ached from my recent release, and I felt drenched between my legs. I felt good, so good.

But Hugh looked worried. He was big, and we’d just proven that I was small. This would work, of course—everyone had sex—but it was going to hurt like the dickens.

Even as I hesitated, he continued to kiss and caress me, his mouth moving to my throat. He licked at my skin, then raked his long fangs against it, dragging new shivers of pleasure from my throat. His hand moved to cup and caress my breast. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.

I felt a bit selfish in that moment. “Of course you will,” I told him, breathless when his thumb rubbed against my nipple. If he was determined to get me all worked up again, he was doing a good job of it. His frantic, insistent touches were making my own desire rise again, his need a palpable thing in the air. I clung to him, loving his touch. “How do you want me?”

I could see the gleam of his eyes as he considered my words. “Turn around for me.”

Oooh. I felt a surge of excitement at that. He was going to take me from behind? I slid out of his arms—not without a little protest, a little kissing, and a lot of rubbing my body against his. Then I obediently presented my back to him, and he gave my shoulders a little nudge, urging me forward. I leaned forward until I was propped up on my elbows, my hips in the air behind me. It was a good thing I was facing forward, because I was blushing furiously. I felt exposed, open, and excited at the pose he had me in.

His hand brushed over my hip and I jerked, anticipation making me tense. I was aching and wet all over again, and the empty feeling had returned between my legs. Suddenly I didn’t care that Hugh was going to be too big. I just wanted that gnawing ache filled. I leaned forward a little more and spread my thighs, then rolled my hips encouragingly at him.

Hugh groaned behind me. “Ryder, you drive me wild.”

“Good,” I said breathlessly. “Now come drive into me.”

He growled low in his throat, pleased by my words. I felt him shift on the furs behind me, and then his big, warm body was pressing against the backs of my thighs. I felt his cock slide against my sex once more and I arched, trying to rub up against him.

His fingers sought my wetness, and he rubbed through my folds. I cried out in surprise at the touch, then moaned when he guided his cock against my sex and began to stroke through my wetness, back and forth. He was lubricating his cock with my own juices. Smart Hugh. Delicious Hugh. Teasing, maddening Hugh. The whimpers in my throat rising, I began to push against him, needing more.

Then one big hand went to my hip and pinned me in place. “Be still, Ryder, so I do not hurt you.” And I felt him shift his weight again.

I nodded. My hips were spread wide, and I felt his cock drag against my flesh one more time, then settle at my entrance. I moaned even more loudly at that sensation. God, he felt so good, and he wasn’t even inside me yet.

The head of his cock fit right at my core, and then he pushed in, just a little. I winced, feeling a tight pinch, even as Hugh’s growls increased. He was clearly enjoying this, so I just needed to be patient. Unfortunately, the pinch increased as Hugh continued to press forward, and I dug my nails into my palms, no longer enjoying this. It hurt. I’d known it would hurt, but knowing and experiencing were two different things. I tensed, bracing myself for more of the pain.

“Ryder,” he rasped after a long, painful moment. “How do you feel?”

“I’m . . . hanging in there,” I said, though the pinching had led to burning and my entire insides felt as if something way too large had been shoved into something way too small. Which, I supposed, it had. “Are you in all the way?”

His breath exploded from him and he pulled back. “I am not in hardly at all. This will not work.”

All that pain and he hadn’t made any progress? I felt a twinge of worry.This was what came of two virgins trying to de-virgin each other, I supposed. We were both really bad at this. “Did you push hard?”

“I know how to push, Ryder.” He sounded exasperated and frustrated.

“Do you think it’s because I’m a changeling?” I was suddenly worried that my parts wouldn’t mesh with his parts. “What if changelings are too small?”

“I think I am just too big.” He made an irritated growling noise in his throat. “I do not want to hurt you.”

“Hugh. I’m a virgin. It’s going to hurt anyhow.” I sat up and reached backward to caress him, and my hand brushed over his erect, straining cock. His breath hissed out at my touch, and I felt guilty. “You’re hurting, too.”

For a moment, I hated that we were both virgins, dammit. One of us should have known more about what we were doing. The hesitation on both sides was probably making things worse than they were.

“I do not want to hurt you, Ryder,” he said raggedly, and I felt his hand reach for me. He caressed my belly, then slid lower, brushing over my mound again.

I moaned, leaning back against him as he touched me. “It’s going to hurt me a lot more if we don’t get rid of my virginity, Hugh. Please. Let’s just go, all right? I promise I’ll be fine.”

He kissed me fiercely atop my head, just above my horns. Then he released me. “Go back down again, Ryder.”

I did obediently, trying not to tense as I got into position once more. Resting on elbows, hindquarters in the air. Ready to get this over with.

His hand stroked over my hips and thighs, and then I felt him seek between my legs. I sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed over my clit, teasing it.

“Hugh,” I cried out, rocking my hips. Instant desire raced through me, and I moaned, spreading my hips wider and rocking them as he continued to rub at my clitoris. Already sensitized, it was sending skitters of pleasure racing through me.

I felt him brace behind me, felt his cock press at my entrance again. I stiffened, but he continued to rub at my clit, and it distracted me. Now the press of Hugh’s cock against my entrance made me ache for more, and I rolled my hips, butting back against him.

He hissed out a breath. “Ryder . . .”

“Just go,” I moaned. “Sink deep. Get it over with. Please, Hugh.”

He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt.

I cried out in surprise at the sensation. That earlier flash of pain was quickly gone, followed by an indescribable feeling of being . . . filled. So gloriously filled.