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The kiss was endless, stealing her breath and ramping up her heart rate. When finally he lifted his mouth from hers, she felt as if a tornado had struck her and left her still swirling in its wake.
“Is that what you’re afraid of, Alexa?” His voice didn’t sound any steadier than she felt. “Time to stop being scared. I want you, and I know you want me. What are you running away from?”
Oh, God, Jesse, if you only knew. You’d be the one running.
But her feet wouldn’t move and her mouth wouldn’t work. She could do nothing more than stand there, immobile, silently begging for more. And he was about to give it to her.
“Which way?” he asked, lifting her in his arms.
She was confused. “For what?”
“Your bedroom, darlin’. For what I want to do, we really need a bed.”
A tiny puff of breath escaped her lips. How had this gotten this far out of control so quickly? “Last door down the hall.”
Reaching to pick up his wallet, he carried her to her room with long strides. She barely had time to draw a breath before he had her robe untied and on the floor. His eyes darkened almost to chocolate as he raked them over her nude body.
“Magnificent,” he breathed. “But then I knew you would be.”
He cupped her breasts with his large, warm hands, weighing their fullness, squeezing them gently. When the pads of his thumbs rasped over her already sensitive nipples, she couldn’t help but gasp.
“Like that, do you? How about this?”
He bent his head to capture a breast in his mouth. His tongue pressed the nipple against the roof of his mouth. One hand molded to her other breast, pinching that nipple in a steady rhythm.
Alexa’s legs trembled and her knees wobbled. She was glad when Jesse carried her to the bed. His mouth still sucked her breast. Teeth gently nipped at the tip, followed by his tongue soothing the bite places. His hand continued to pull and tug on her other nipple.
She hadn’t thought her pussy could release more liquid but she felt slick and wet. She was hot everywhere. If he didn’t touch her there soon, she’d scream. She arched her pelvis and pressed her hips against him, urging him to do something. Anything.
“Don’t make me rush this,” he whispered, his mouth now at her ear. His tongue traced the delicate line of the shell. “I’ve waited too long.”
His lips drew a pattern down the side of her neck to the sensitive spot where it met her shoulder. Again, he placed tiny bites on her soft skin. With maddening slowness, he trailed his mouth over each breast, between the valley separating them, and down over her stomach. He paused in his journey to give proper attention to her navel.
Then he was kneeling between her thighs, her legs resting on his shoulders. His thumbs parted her labia, slick with her own cream. His tongue was an instrument of torture, stroking from her throbbing vagina to the swollen knot of her clit. Her body jerked under the lash of his tongue while his thumbs opened her wider to the assault of his mouth.
Her body felt hot, her skin stretched far too tight. This was beyond anything she could have imagined.
“Easy, darlin’,” he crooned and nipped gently at her clit.
His tongue continued its broad strokes the length of her sex, denying her its entry into her waiting hot channel. When he finally stabbed it into the slick flesh, a tiny cry escaped her lips and she fisted the bedclothes.
His tongue moved in and out of her greedy cunt, her hot muscles grasping at it, clenching, desperate to hold it inside her. She tried to close her thighs to squeeze him inside but his broad shoulders held her legs far apart.
The coil of need inside her wound tighter and tighter as he relentlessly pushed her up the spiral. Higher and higher he took her, toward the ultimate explosion. His tongue fucked her in a steady rhythm while his clever fingers tormented her clit and pinched her labia.
“Please,” she begged. “I want you inside me. Please, please, Jesse. Please.”
One hand drifted lower and the fingers teased at the tight rim of her anus. “This is where I want my cock, Alexa, if you’re willing. This is what I’ve dreamed about.”
He was going to fuck her in the ass. Every animal instinct inside her roared to life, and, unbelievably, her need escalated.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it. I want you to.”
Moving her so her legs were pushed back almost to her shoulders, his hands separated the globes of her ass. His tongue lapped at her anus. Then two fingers slid inside her hot, grasping vaginal sheath, scooping out her fluids and spreading them over the tiny anal rosette. One finger pushed against the tight ring of muscle, easing inside.
When he was in to the knuckle, he forced another finger in beside it and began a scissoring motion.
At first, she felt an almost painful fullness and a burning sensation in her tissues. But the more he stretched her, the better it felt. Every nerve in her body seemed to be firing at once.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Do it now.”
With swift motions, he pulled a foil packet from his wallet, ripped it open with his teeth, and sheathed himself. Then he positioned himself over her. His breathing was unsteady.
“Here we go, darlin’. Get ready to feel me in that tight little ass of yours.”
The broad head of his cock pressed against her anus. His hips flexed and slowly, one tiny bit at a time, he pushed himself inside her. When the head popped in past the ring of muscle, he began to stroke her clit again, driving her higher.
All her pulses throbbed and fluid gushed from her cunt as Jesse’s cock continued to press into her rectum.
And then he was in, all the way. He leaned over her, balancing himself on one hand while the other continued to stroke her screaming sex. With a deep breath, he began to move his hips, stroking in and out of her. Peering up through slitted eyes, she saw the sweat coating his face and the tightness of his jaw as he fought for control.
“Let go, Jesse,” she rasped. “Do it now. Now!”
“Not until you’re ready,” he spat out through clenched teeth.
“I’m ready,” she cried, her hips moving with his. “Please.”
“All right, then.”
He increased the pace of his rhythm. Then, with one final pinch of her clit, he thrust her into her orgasm as his own overtook him.
On and on it went, shudders racking her body until she thought her bones would break apart. Above her, she felt Jesse shake with spasm after spasm. At last, as his tremors subsided, he collapsed on her and held her through the aftershocks.
After a long time, he lifted his head and feathered kisses over her face. His eyes searched hers intently. “Please tell me you’re not sorry.”
How could she be sorry about something so incredibly wonderful? The realization of her fantasies was even better than the dreams themselves. “I’m not sorry.”
Relief smoothed out the worry lines on his face.
“But you must be exhausted. You finished your shift and you need some sleep.” She couldn’t help the little grin that turned up her mouth. “You only came over here for your key, remember?”
“I think I really came over here hoping to get more than that.” He traced the edges of her lips with his tongue. “Darlin’, you’ve been driving me crazy for too long. You couldn’t get me to go to sleep now unless you knocked me out.”
He slid his penis slowly from her and lowered her legs with great care. “Give me a minute to clean up and catch my breath. We aren’t finished for the night. Not when I’ve waited this long for it.”
She watched the flex of muscles in his exquisite ass as he walked toward her bathroom. Her body still limp from her incredible climax, she realized what big trouble she was in.
She still harbored a natural desire to protect him from the dangers he faced each day, but now something had been added. In giving him her body, she’d cracked open the wall she’d built around her heart. But Jesse Farrell would never, ever knowingly want to mate with a shifter. And she couldn’t bear the
thought of the revulsion she’d see in his face if she revealed herself.
What should she do now?
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Epilogue
Wolf Moon by Desiree Holt