Shifter Fever Complete Series (Books 1-5) Page 18

  And, Christ, she could say the same thing about him. She lived a semi-high-end life in Manhattan. She owned a lot of expensive things and rolled around with high class, well taken care of men. But this? A warrior scraping his body across hers in a bed of moss? This was already the best sex she’d ever had.

  “Yes,” she said again, because her brain wasn’t working right and it was the only word she could form.

  He began to pet her then. Both of his hands roamed her body, there was no place he didn’t touch or hesitate. The man knew exactly how welcome he was to explore her and it thrilled Milla to no end. He flipped her so that she lay on her back against his chest and one of his hands went instantly to her breasts, testing their weight, plucking at her nipples. The other hand wasted no more time.

  He didn’t dally or tease her. No. His hand clamped over top of her soaking wet pussy. He hissed when he found that her wetness had melted down her thighs.

  “All this for me, my little queen.” It was half statement, half question.

  “Yes. God. All for you,” she gasped.

  The second the words were out of her mouth, his middle finger slipped inside of her and they both groaned. He used the heel of his hand to stroke against her clit. Another finger disappeared into her and Milla gasped against the delicious stretch of it. Her body vibrated for a second as it resisted the intrusion.

  “Don’t fight me,” he whispered in her ear before he took her earlobe between his teeth. Milla felt a gush of wetness at his words and his fingers sank fully inside of her.

  His other hand clamped over her breast and she was like a wild thing that he was attempting to tame. She bucked against him even as she took him all the way to the knuckle and he grinned, feral and unrestrained.

  He jutted his hips forward underneath her and his cock speared between her thighs.

  She moaned and before he could even register what she was doing, she’d dipped her fingers into her own wetness and slid her wet hand around his length, lubing and pumping him. “God, John. You’re so big.”

  Milla knew she was going to have to be very prepped to take a man of his size and her hand left his cock and traveled back to her pussy.

  He jutted his hips up again, grinding himself between her thighs, the wetness of her pussy lubricating him and making him grind his teeth together with the acute pleasure of it.

  He hissed in a breath when he felt her fingers join his at her opening. Was she? Yes. She was pressing her own fingers inside herself alongside his.

  Fuck. He’d never had a woman do something so forward and it made the blood sing in his veins. He ground the heel of his hand against her clit and she tightened around him, holding her breath in her chest for just a second. She was close. Her fingers slid in, stretching her walls and they both groaned as their digits tangled inside of her. He crooked his hand and found that place inside of her that had her back arching.

  He worked and worked her and when she was a breath away from coming, he tore her hand out of her with his free hand and brought her glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucked her wetness off her fingers as he ground his hand into her and she detonated.

  She came completely silently, her body a bolt of trembling lightning. Alec was drowning in her flavor on his tongue, the feel of her hot silk gripping his fingers. He could have sworn she levitated over top of him.

  When her orgasm released her, that’s when her choppy breath came, her moans tumbling out of her. She spoke nonsense words. Soft exclamations of shock and disbelief. She was warm, pliant woman, dribbled like honey over top of him and Alec was awash in desire for her.

  Never would he have thought she’d turn so sweet. She was fierce, every inch a fighter. He’d expected her to demand the next act the instant the first was over. But she was over top of him like sweet, warm nectar, ready to be lapped up.

  He answered the call. Her taste on his tongue had lit a fire inside of him and he couldn’t ignore it. He also couldn’t ignore her softness, her pliancy. He slid out from under her and couldn’t resist pressing his face into her soft stomach. His own hand was often mediocrely adequate to put him to sleep most nights. But the warm, fragrant press of this woman against his face, there was no substitute for this.

  Alec was vaguely aware that he was damning himself to hell at the same moment he was stepping into the gates of heaven. Because she was the mountaintop. His queen. The most perfect, sexy, satisfying woman he’d ever be with. And he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

  He lifted his forehead and dragged his tongue the rest of the way down her belly. He turned his cheek and pressed it against the neat thatch of soft blonde hair above her pussy. He relished the feel against his clean shaven skin, growling deep in his throat. And when he got to her pussy, firmly pressing her legs to the sides, pinning them there, he was tempted to devour her. Instead, he took his time. He looked. Memorizing her there.

  She was the perfect model of a woman, he’d already known this. So he couldn’t say why it shocked him that she was also utterly perfect between her legs. But if he could have dreamed up the hottest little pussy in the entire history of time, it wouldn’t have even come close to Milla’s wet heaven. His mouth watered, his dick jumped painfully, now lying flat against his own stomach.

  Milla squirmed, needing him, and he was helpless to deny her. When he leaned forward, though, he didn’t go for her clit, he didn’t play in her slit. No, he tunneled his tongue inside her as far as he could go and it wasn’t enough. Milla’s hips came up off the ground and he anchored his hands over her, keeping her from fighting the pleasure he so badly wanted to give to her.

  “John,” she gasped, her breath almost like a sob.

  He circled his tongue inside, trying to taste every satin slide of her. It was a long time before he realized that he’d never get his fill. There was no use trying. All he could do was satisfy her. So he raised his lips to her clit and began a thorough seduction. He tested her sensitivity, paying close attention to when she jutted forward and when she pulled back. He lapped at her softly but insistently as he created suction around her stiff little button.

  She’d laced her hand into his hair and he relished the bite of it. It let him know this was real, that this wasn’t a cruel twist of his imagination. That when he looked up, she’d still be there.

  When she came this time, with his mouth demanding it of her, Milla worried that she’d never be the same afterwards. She felt as if he were showing her a new way to enjoy pleasure. He was forcing her to take it full on, no stops, no pulling back. He was loving her so well that she couldn’t deny it, not even her brain could drift. She was used to spinning some fantasy in her head that played out simultaneously to any sex she was having. But this needed no dressings or embellishments. She was just getting thoroughly destroyed in the woods by a warrior she’d just met and Milla was disintegrating into nearly nothing. Her body pulled tight into one concentrated point between her legs. She couldn’t feel where she touched the ground, or even where his wide shoulders pushed her legs even further apart. All she could feel was where his tongue petted pleasure out of her clit.

  And God, he was swallowing her pleasure right down. Milla hoarsely moaned before her breath caught, her hands fisted and her pupils dilated so hard her green eyes went black. Pleasure so acute it almost hurt bombed through her system. She could feel him in every follicle of hair, the tips of her eyelashes, the buzzing hum at her lips. Her heart was stuttering and vibrating in her chest, her entire body arching off the ground despite his efforts to restrain her. Just her heels and the crown of her head touched the mossy riverbank as he sucked her into oblivion.

  When the orgasm released her, it did so all at once, and she was grateful his hands were there, at her back, guiding her back to the ground and back to life.

  She moaned in the back of her throat and reached for him. Alec buried his face in her belly one more time, sliding himself up to notch his chin over her shoulder, to place his lips at her ear.

  “You’re in poss
ession of the prettiest little pussy ever created,” he whispered in her ear.

  She couldn’t help the chuff of laughter that escaped her as she dragged firm hands over the scars at his back. One of her feet skimmed up the side of his leg and he tightened.

  “I would hike for a year to get to this pussy,” he continued, one forearm bracing his weight and one hand playing over her body, pulling and pressing, feeling and feeling her.

  “Mmmm,” she groaned in sinful delight at his words. “Then maybe it’s time you fucked this little pussy.”

  His body instantly coiled in response to her words. He’d never had a woman talk to him like that before and it made him want to sink his teeth into every available surface. He wanted to drink her right up. He wanted to fall asleep with his face between her breasts, one hand in the cleft of her ass. He was dangerously greedy for her.

  He wanted to continue touching her. To always be touching her as much as he possibly could. But he also knew that he would hate himself if he wasn’t also capturing her in his memory for all eternity.

  So Alec reared back then, onto his knees between her legs. He gripped her behind her knees and dragged her a few necessary inches toward him, hitching her legs around his waist.

  The movement had the head of his cock dipping through her wetness and his eyes blurred at the heat of it, the contact.

  Milla moaned, her arms thrown above her head.

  Alec gripped the base of his cock and dragged himself through her heat again. “Is this what you wanted, woman?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her sly green eyes riveted to his. There was something there. Something vulnerable. For only a second. And it destroyed him. He knew this was a gift to him. She was giving him the most incredible gift of his life and it humbled him.

  He let his hands slide to her ass, his thumbs coming up between her legs and spreading her open to take him. His eyes riveted to the sight, he pressed the head of his cock into her. He got an inch before she gasped and tightened around him. He knew he was big. He’d always had to be careful with the women he was with. He gritted his teeth and flitted his eyes to hers. She was still staring at him, breathing hard through her mouth.

  One of his hands came around to her clit, drawing light circles around the area in a way that made her mewl. She gave another inch and he groaned in both pleasure and dismay when her body stopped him again.

  He began to move his hips slightly back and forth, each time getting in farther just a centimeter.

  “Let me in, little queen,” he got out through gritted teeth. “You beautiful woman. Let me in. I might be plain but I’ll make you think I’m God when you’re coming on my cock. That’s it. That’s right. Just like that. Fuck. Milla. Fuck.”

  His words had her melting and spreading her own legs even further. She went wet as hell and he suddenly sunk into her to the hilt.

  She gasped at the intrusion and he fell forward onto his hands, his face clenched in delicious agony.

  “John,” she whispered, over and over again.

  It was to the beat of his own name on her lips that he started to fuck her. He hadn’t gotten his breath back yet, his pulse was spiraling out of control, but his body had taken the reins and he thrust himself inside of her, as deep as either of them could handle. Her cervix kissed his tip with every forceful thrust and the slap of his skin against hers echoed back to them off the trees around them.

  The dark of the woods mixed with the moonlight and they were as mindless as any two animals fucking in the night.

  He held his chest away from hers, the better to see that gorgeous body swallowing his cock whole, but soon he couldn’t stand to withhold her from himself. She was too soft, too warm, too irreplaceable. Those moments, when he was buried inside her, his brown eyes drilling into her green ones, she was as indispensable as air for him. He couldn’t survive without her.

  He planted his hands underneath her and rolled them, fighting to stay connected. She collapsed over his chest as he landed on his back and he reached to hug her down. But she planted her hands over his pecks and pushed herself up. He didn’t regret a second of it as the moonlight spilled over her. She was a goddess as she rode him, her hips working in these quick little strokes that were undoing him.

  He gritted his teeth and swallowed back his own release as her face went searingly gorgeous. Her perfect features pulled into a look of sheer ecstasy as she chased her own pleasure.

  But her strokes faltered and he saw in dismay that it was fading from her. Alec thrust his hips up into her sharply, just once, and her eyes landed on his in shock.

  “Take it, Milla,” he growled. “It’s yours. Take your pleasure from my cock.”

  His words had her throwing her head back, the stars reflected in her eyes as she bore down on him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone and doing exactly as he’d ordered her to do.

  She pinwheeled into pleasure and he gripped her hips in something like pain as he tried to tolerate the fisting squeeze of her pussy around his cock. He needed her against him when he came, he refused to come with her all the way up over him, so he waited for her to come down.

  And down she came. She melted over him in her post-orgasmic melt that he was coming to recognize. He yanked her the rest of the way, tangling his hand in her hair and pressing the other one flat against her back.

  He clamped his teeth into her shoulder as he fuck fuck fucked her from below. He didn’t race toward his own release, he smashed it to pieces. Alec was the kind of man who heard the forest rustling around him even as he slept. He knew his surroundings at every moment of his life, resting or not, relaxing or not.

  But he couldn’t have even said what planet he was on as he exploded inside this woman, his little queen. His eyesight, his mind, went entirely blank as his body tightened and his hands smashed her against him. The only thing he felt was her slicing, velvet heat. The slick of her body against his. The eternal, erupting pleasure of her body.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  He couldn’t stop grunting, gasping. His breath was a rasp in his throat as his body echoed with the come-downs of the most epic orgasm of his life. He pulled out of her and rolled them, putting some of his weight on her and some on the ground, but he had to have her under him. He couldn’t explain the primal urge to be on top, to have her gorgeous, golden curves all smashed up against him.

  The forest resumed its rustling of wind, cheeping of bats, and the occasional plink of a fish in the river. The two people who had just fucked their brains out did not regulate back to normal. Even after her release, Milla’s heart beat insanely hard in her chest.

  “Shhhh,” John Alec said against her breastbone and she could have sworn her heart listened to him. A calmness swept over her as his mouth opened against her ribs.

  He played in her breasts, his hands cupping them, his mouth tugging and nipping. But it was just that. Playing. He was arousing her, of course, but they both knew he was simply marinating in the pleasures of a woman’s body. He was like a bear, saving up for winter.

  After many minutes, when she’d regained feeling in her legs, Milla felt a wet trickle down her thigh. Reflexively, she reached down and swiped two fingers through the mess they’d made.

  “Damn,” she muttered to herself when she raised her hand and saw the pearly mixture there.

  Alec looked up at her hand and clasped his fingers through hers. “Worry not, woman,” he said as he reared back and searched the sky for the moon. “It’s a waxing crescent. You must just be days past your moon. We are as safe as we can be.”

  “What? I– John, my cycle isn’t linked to the moon.”

  He squinted his eyes at her. “No?”

  “No, but no worries. You can’t get me pregnant.”

  Insult flashed across his expression and he lowered his head to bite and suck at the sensitive skin of her neck. “What do you mean by this?”

  Milla couldn’t help but laugh at the machismo of the man currently on top of her. But the laugh ended on a m
oan as he rolled her skin between his teeth. “I’m not insulting your swimmers, warrior man. I’m on birth control. It’s an earth thing. It means we can have sex without getting pregnant.”

  “Ah.” But his eyes said he didn’t quite know what to make of that.

  “How do women prevent pregnancy on Herta?” she asked.

  “They don’t,” he shrugged. “Although it is very unusual to get pregnant at this stage in the moon cycle. Which makes it a very active time for lovers. When the moon is halfway through the stages, you can’t get a woman to so much as blink at you.”

  Milla laughed. “I’d probably be the same way if I lived here.”

  “You wouldn’t want a child?”

  Milla shifted and sat up. He was such a strange man. Always doing things that threw her off. She both liked it and feared it. “Where I come from, it’s considered a little intense to talk about baby-making right after you sleep with someone for the first time.”

  A lick of humor came into his eyes as she turned back to him. “It’s not so different on Herta.” He traced the back of his hand down her back, along her spine. “Perhaps etiquette isn’t my strong suit.”

  “Well, you are a warrior mountain man after all. Social skills probably weren’t the first on your list of things to study.”

  “No,” he agreed. His eyes went brown and soft as he watched her looking over her shoulder at him. “A great many things were not taught to me. But I’m good at learning.” He sat up and dragged her to standing alongside him. Lifting her so that her legs went around his waist, he spoke into the skin of her neck.

  “I’m about to learn something else,” he murmured.

  “What’s that?”

  “How to wash a little queen in the river.”

  “What? John! No! Ahhhh!” She stiffened and clung to him as he walked them directly into the swift current, careful not to lose his footing. But damn she felt good against him. By the time they were hip deep in the water, she’d gotten used to the temperature and she still clung to him, her chin on his shoulder.