FUR FOR ALL, Book 5 in FIXED (8 page)

“Eyes open, Tess.” He order was gruff and harsh and he didn’t care. “Watch me. Watch me fucking you.” She whimpered and shook her head, but she didn’t close her eyes. He grunted and leaned more heavily over her. “Good. Now take me.”

He thrust home with heavy force, spearing her so deeply he thought he could feel the back of her womb. She screamed and he froze, afraid he had hurt her, but her body trembled around him and her hips lifted toward him, so he relaxed and began to fuck her in earnest.

Over and over he thrust inside her, riding her hard. She felt so amazing around him, milking his cock, squirming and writhing beneath him. Her fingernails bit into his bare shoulders, cutting deeply, but the pain only egged him on. She cried out with nearly every thrust now, her knees gripping his hips as he drove high and hard inside her. He felt himself approaching meltdown and grabbed her hips to hold her still as he threw his hips harder against her. He battered into her, unable to be gentle, unable to hold back. All he could do was ride out the madness by riding her hard toward climax.

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He felt it hit her unexpectedly. One moment she twisted and struggled beneath him, trying to get closer and get away all at once, and the next she clamped around him like a vise, arms, thighs and pussy tightening and gripping him to her. She screamed, the sound issuing hoarsely from her raw throat, and her body arched like a bow beneath him, coming up off the surface of the table until only her head and her hips supported her.

Rafe wrapped his arms around her holding her steady while he continued to drive inside her. Thrusting was more difficult now, as her body struggled to keep him inside, but he forced through her resistance with half a dozen savage thrusts until the pleasure took him, too, dragging him over the edge of climax.

He poured himself into her on a rough shout, feeling his very being drain out of him and into her warm, encompassing body. Then he collapsed onto her, pinning her to the hard table, thinking with a sense of dread and wonder that he hadn’t nearly finished with her yet.

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Chapter Seven

Tess kept her eyes closed and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. Well, aside from the most amazing orgasm of her life, of course.

Somehow her evening, which had started with a bowl of pasta and a seven-hundredth viewing of her copy of
Best in Show
on DVD had ended with mind-blowing sex on the entry table in the front hallway of the apartment of a man she’d never met before…oh, three hours earlier.
With
a man she’d never met before three hours earlier.

The man in question turned his head, stubble rasping against her throat, and swept his rough, agile tongue along the tendon connecting her neck to her shoulder. Then he purred, and Tess felt the sound rumbling through her, from where his mouth pressed to her shoulder to where his cock still pressed hot and hard inside her.

Her eyes flew open.
Still hard
?

He stirred on top of her, inside her and his hands slid down from her hips, over her legs, stopping when they felt the bunched fabric around her ankles. Oh, God. She was still wearing her jeans. She felt her cheeks flame.

He murmured something against her throat, shifting his weight to keep her pinned while he tugged off her short boots and stripped her jeans and panties the rest of the way off. Now, she was left naked beneath him, with only the scraps of what used to be her bra clinging from her shoulders. Oh, yeah. She felt dignified.

She tried to squirm away, but froze when she felt his teeth sink delicately into her shoulder and heard a rumble of displeasure. Apparently he didn’t want her going anywhere. She lay still while his hands shifted from her to his clothes 62

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and she felt the glide of fabric against her skin while he shoved his own pants to the floor. His cock shifted inside her when he stepped out of the fabric and she bit back a moan. Her sensitized tissues took every shift as a caress and she felt herself flooding around him. He gave a pleased rumble and licked her shoulder.

Tess cleared her throat. “Um, this table is not really all that comfortable.” She squirmed and pushed at his shoulders. “Do you think you could let me up now?”

There was a brief moment of silence. Then Rafe lifted his head and gazed down at her with lazy cats’ eyes. “Sure.” She felt his body slip from hers and drew a shuddering breath. Okay, step one. Now for step two. But before she could even attempt to put her feet on the floor and lever herself out from beneath him, Tess found herself lifted, flipped, bent forward and penetrated. He had barely let her get her feet on the floor before he kicked them wide, pressed her hips against the edge of the table and slid from behind into her warm pussy. She heard him groan over her own gasp of surprise and looked up only to find her own wide blue eyes staring back at her.

She had forgotten about the mirror, but judging by the hot, feral expression on Rafe’s face, he had not.

When he’d first carried her into his apartment, Tess had been a little too preoccupied to pay much attention to the décor, so the huge, gilt-framed mirror above the console table had barely even registered. Instead, she’d been too busy registering the feel of his hands on her and then his body inside her. But now, bent forward over the very same table with her hands braced on the inlaid surface and her pussy full of insistent man, she found the mirror hard to miss. It was about six inches from the end of her nose.

Startled, she tried to pull back, to stand up straight and put some distance between herself and her reflection, but Rafe would have none of it. He leaned 63

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heavily over her, his chest against her back, pinning her in place with his bulk.

He even buried one of his big hands in her hair and used it to tilt her head back until she had no choice but to meet her own startled, aroused gaze.

“Watch.” His mouth pressed against her ear as he gave the raspy order. “I want you to see what it looks like when I’m taking you.” She moaned helplessly and watched as his dark form began to move behind her.

The woman in the mirror looked nothing like Tess. Her eyes looked wide and wild, pupils dilated, expression dazed. Her hair was an undisciplined tumble of curls, all sense of style long gone. Soft tendrils had become glued to her skin with sweat from their exertions, and the rest of the unruly mop curled and bounced with the impact of his thrusts. Her pale skin looked slick and flushed with sweat and arousal, and it contrasted a bright, milky white against his darker, bronze complexion. It made her look even more vulnerable and him, even more powerful.

He looked, actually, like a conquering barbarian. His dark, angular features were drawn and tense as he thrust himself deeply into her body, then recoiled to thrust again. His own dark hair was damp and mussed from her fingers, and his skin gleamed hot and slick in the dim, golden lights of the entryway. His body curled around hers, chest pressing against her back, thighs braced against hers, hands braced against the table beside hers, caging her. And all the while, his cock plunged in and out of her like a piston, hard and deep and relentless.

Tess cried out and felt her eyelids drift shut. Her head dropped back against his shoulder and she moaned in heated arousal.

“No! Eyes
open
.” He punctuated the order with a hard thrust that nearly toppled her onto the table. Tess screamed breathlessly, her eyes flying open and meeting his in the mirror. He looked savage and dangerous, and she cried out again, in fear and desire. “Watch. Watch me taking you.” 64

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She couldn’t do anything else, fascinated by the contrast of his big body overwhelming hers. She saw his hands shift from the tabletop and slide upward to cup her breasts.

“Watch your pretty breasts swinging while I fuck you.” He pinched the taut nipples and she moaned helplessly. “Watch the way your body shakes under mine.”

One of his hands released its grip on her breast and glided over her belly and between her legs, fingers scissoring around her clit and sliding through her stretched folds until he brushed her entrance. His fingertip rubbed against the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, felt how it stretched to accommodate his thick shaft, and the caress made Tess burn. She felt her pussy clench and sobbed his name.

“Rafe! Please!”

He leaned closer, teeth tugging at her ear as his finger simultaneously closed over her nipple and her clit. “Watch,” he repeated. “Watch your face while I make you come.”

Then his fingers tightened, pinching delicate flesh and Tess screamed.

This climax hit her like a Mack truck, and it didn’t slow down after impact.

She watched her own face in the mirror. Saw her lips part on the scream, saw her eyes go wide and frantic, saw her skin flush red. Then she couldn’t see anything as the pleasure blinded her. All she could do was feel. The pinching pleasure-pain of the fingers on her nipple and clit. The hot, slick press of his bare skin against hers. The violent contractions of her pussy milking Rafe’s cock. The brutal impact of his thrusts as he raced toward his own climax. It lasted for the rest of her life, and then she melted onto the table like warm cream and tried to remember how to breathe while Rafe gave one last, hard thrust and began emptying himself inside her.

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Eventually, Rafe pulled out of her body—which made her wince and whimper at the same time—and peeled her off of the entry table. She felt him swing her up in his arms again, but she didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes to see where he was taking her. She didn’t think she could survive another taking, anyway.

Her head bobbled against his shoulder as he carried her through darkened rooms to the other end of the apartment. She felt the rush of cool air against her sweaty skin as he shifted her away from his body and laid her down on a set of cool, smooth sheets of incredibly soft cotton. She murmured in pleasure at the feel of them against her bare skin and stretched out, flexing sore muscles and testing to assess the damage. Nothing permanent, she was happy to note, and curled back onto her side to snuggle into a fluffy pillow.

She felt the bed dip as Rafe crawled in beside her and she frowned as a wisp of thought drifted into her exhausted mind and teased at her. She struggled briefly to recall what it was, then felt his arms curve around her waist and gave up. She let him pull her limp body back against his and sighed sleepily. She was warm and comfortable and more tired than she could remember being in her life, and nothing in the world sounded better than sleep. Giving up the struggle, she let herself slip into unconsciousness, lulled by the deep rumbling rhythm of a big cat’s contented purr.

When Tess woke, she remembered just enough to know she wasn’t in her own bed or her own apartment, but it took a few minutes of lying absolutely still and taking very deep breaths before she remembered any of the rest of it. The thing that finally brought it all rushing back was the feel of long, masculine fingers gliding up her thigh and toward an ache in a place that didn’t usually ache.

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Her eyes flew open and she found herself looking into the amused face of Rafael De Santos.

Oh, shit
.

“Good morning.” His voice sounded even huskier than usual, and she could feel it rasping over her skin almost like his clever tongue. “I thought about letting you sleep some more, but I wasn’t sure if you needed to be at work.” He bent down and pressed a warm kiss to her lips, seeming to savor her sleepy, helpless response.

“What time is it?” she asked when he finally pulled away.

“Ten after ten.” He grinned. “And if you’re already late for work, I apologize, but I only woke up a few minutes ago myself. Something wore me out last night.”

Tess cleared her throat and reached out for a sheet to pull over herself. There wasn’t one. She looked around but couldn’t find a single cover, so she yanked her pillow out from under her head and clutched it to her chest. She also pinned her thighs together to discourage the fingers that were currently wandering higher and higher up the sensitive patch of skin.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, watching him warily. “I didn’t mean to sleep so late.

Actually, I didn’t mean to stay at all.”

He shrugged and flexed his hand to squeeze her thigh. “It’s just as well. I had no real intention of letting you go.” Reaching out with his free hand, he tugged the pillow out of her grasp and threw it across the room. “I’m still not sure I will.”

Her eyes widened as his head bent toward her now-exposed breasts. When his hot mouth closed around a nipple, she yelped.

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her body was neither stupid nor masochistic enough to actually be getting wet for him. Again. “Are you insane? Get off me!” He raised his gaze to hers without releasing her nipple and quirked one dark, eyebrow. She saw his eyes glint, but barely had time to get properly worried before his teeth closed delicately around the base of the peak and began to nibble.

“Ayiiiee!”

The noise came from her, much to her astonishment, since she wasn’t quite sure how she had made it. In any case, she had one brief, astonished moment of desperate arousal before her pussy throbbed sullenly and she came to her senses.

Burying her fingers in his hair, she spent a few minutes gathering her strength—

the fact that she was moaning and cupping her breast for him like an offering at the time meant nothing—before she tugged hard enough to get his attention.

Rafe lifted his head, her nipple slipping from his mouth with a pop, and she stifled the urge to whine a complaint.

“Thank you,” she said instead, mustering up a half-hearted scowl. “Now I think it’s time you let me up so I can go home.”

“Home?” Rafe dragged his avid gaze away from her glistening nipple and raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m letting you go home?” Tess stiffened. “Um, because I want to and there are laws?”