King Cave (17 page)

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I whispered, arching against him, my head flying back.

Sweat misting our bodies, he slammed into me brutishly, his cock rubbing deep.

I shuddered uncontrollably, a keen cry falling past my lips. The world shattered around me. My body quaked under him and my channel squeezed the shit out of his cock, not wanting to release him. Wild animal seductive power burst forth, churning in frenzy against us, following in my body’s wake.

“
Jesus Christ
,” Ezra moaned breathlessly, his hands sliding under my ass, squeezing and holding me tight as he lost all restraint. His cock hammered into me severely, making my pleasure-filled haze flare. I choked on air as he shouted my name, his muscles tensing and his grip brutal on my ass as he shoved once. Twice. His third thrust, he shoved so far inside me I knew I was going to be aching in wonderful places later. His body shivering in severe racks against my quaking frame, his breath rushed against my ear and his cum seared me deep within. His power was a dark and seductive blast of sensual explosion rocking the bed under us, the floor and the walls, and taking what little breath I had left.

For minutes to come, both of us lay as we were, our bodies trembling in aftershocks.

The gentlest of sated sighs slid past my parted lips, and I was content as I relaxed my fingers in his hair, letting them slide down to his shoulders. I began a lazy exploration of his muscled back, having never touched him like this before. He hummed quietly, more of a purr, running his hands from my ass up to the small of my back and around, grazing the sides of my breasts to cup my jaw with a soft touch. He tilted my face in his direction, kissing me unhurriedly, just as lazily as I was touching him. My lids started to lower, my lips slowing their pace, the same as him. Sometime during our soft petting of one another we fell asleep, his weight delectably heavy on top of me and keeping me warm.

We had rolled at some point in our slumber. Now lying on our sides and facing each other, his scent and mine entwined, just as our limbs did. He was still sleeping, his face peaceful with no signs of stress and no carefully blank expressions trying to hide want he wanted, only simple quiet. Of its own accord, my finger began tracing one of his eyebrows, gently gliding its tip over the black arch. Really, his eyebrows had always fascinated me: they were the type every woman would want but would have to wax to achieve what he had naturally.

He didn’t stir, so I continued my exploration, running the pad of my finger over his straight nose and gliding the back of it across one of his sharp cheekbones and around the hard edges of his strong, sharp jaw. My gaze caught on his lips. I stared, my finger hovering above his luscious mouth. After a week of torture, trying to ignore that mouth, I softly rested my index finger against his bottom lip.

It felt just as soft and as full against my skin as it had against my mouth. Biting my lip, I watched avidly as I traced the edges of his wide lips, which had fit pretty damn perfectly against my own. None of my previous lovers’ mouths had molded quite so scrumptiously. Licking my bottom lip, I hesitated for only the briefest moment before deciding the hell with it, we had already had sex so I shouldn’t be shy about kissing him, and leaned forward, doing exactly as I had wanted to do a week ago.

Gently, I nibbled from one corner of his bottom lip to the other, intermittently laving over the tiny hurts. He moaned softly, but his eyes never opened. I used the tip of my tongue to shape the edges of his top lip. Tasting him with unhurried movements, I brushed my mouth over his more firmly.

Until his lips lifted, curling at the edges.

My gaze rising to his, I saw him staring from under thick black lashes, only the barest hint of green showing. I stalled, a smidge of embarrassment and guilt intruding, not only for waking him when he appeared so peaceful, but for touching him intimately while he was asleep. His grin only increased, and a quiet, sleepy chuckle reverberated against my lips still on his.

“I’ve fantasized about this,” he hummed, his arms tightening around me. “Don’t stop.”

My breath hitched at his humble — blatantly honest — words, and any discomfiture I had fled as his fingers lightly trailed up and down my bare back, the sensation wrapping my thoughts in a whole new set of emotions wholly carnal. Sighing softly, I arched against him and closed my eyes while enjoying the sensual stroking, before I gently but firmly pressed him onto his back.

Ezra’s eyes darkened, dilating, as I rose, straddling him. His gaze traveled down my exposed flesh to stare avidly at my breasts. He groaned quietly, his hands beginning to lift, but I brushed them away gently and held them above his head against the shredded mattress.

My face hovered over his. “I want to finish tasting you.”

Green eyes lifted from my breasts to stare into my gaze. “What’s stopping you?”

I mock scowled at his teasing. “Just keep your hands to yourself.” He would stop me, distract me, if he started touching, and I wanted to explore his body first, neither one of us getting to do so at our own pace thanks to my wolf’s demands.

His sudden confident grin, those soft lips, spoke of erotic acts yet to be discovered. “No promises.” His head rose from the pillow and his lips found mine, kissing me. It wasn’t gentle as I expected. It was more like an alpha exerting his dominance. A man letting me know I could begin this and do what amused me, but it the end, he was going to finish it his way. He didn’t try to pull his hands from where I held them, but he didn’t need to as his moist tongue pillaged my mouth, stroking against mine in barefaced thrusts and showing me what he undeniably would be doing later with another part of his anatomy.

A soft feminine moan reverberated from my throat before I could stop it, meeting each of his demands and pressing his head back to the pillow with my own base need. I was giving just as good as he was giving in an attempt to let him know I was no pushover…while I tried not to melt on top of him. Our sensory powers flittered through the air currents the longer our kiss of wills continued. His tongue curled around mine, and he lifted his hips, rubbing his hardening cock against my tender core. That was how I won this little battle. I met his thrust, grinding my wet core against his extraordinary erection.

His breath caught on a groan. He tugged gently at his captured hands as his neck arched, breaking our mouths’ contact. I stared down at him, watching the ache of pleasure play across his strong features. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were closed, his jaw clenched, and his lips were red and swollen. Biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan, I undulated my hips and ground our sensitive flesh against each other, wanting to witness his satisfaction. His lips parted and his fangs descended, and I felt him shudder under me as he met my movements, a soft exhale escaping him as his muscles clenched.

Green eyes slitted open, he growled, “Don’t tease me.” Without warning, his
captured
hands were on my cheeks, brushing his thumbs once over my heated skin then, just as suddenly, they were back under my own hands,
captured
again. “I can’t hold off much longer.” My eyes narrowed even as his lips lifted again, but this time his smile was smug. “Sweetheart, even your wolf knows who’s superior in bed.” Head raising, his lips gently brushed my neck, then his fangs followed, sliding across my flesh in a corporeal stroke before he lowered his head back to the pillow, his eyes hooded. “I want to hear you scream ‘baby’ again. Soon.”

I scowled, grabbing his hands harder. “I did not call you ‘baby’.”
Did I?
I had never called any bed partner by a pet name. “And my wolf only wanted you to prove yourself. Not concede you’re the superior in bed.”

His resulting grin was pure male self-confidence. “I assure you, you most definitely called me baby.” Again, one of his
captured
hands moved, brushing his thumb over my frown before it was back inside my
captive
hold. “I liked it.” His direct, controlled gaze met mine. “Between us, here in this bed, I am dominant.”

I stilled on top of him. Ramifications zinged through my mind at his words. Putting aside the fact we had broken our friendship pact, there was one other detail not so minor. He was the Prodigy Vampire, soon to be King, and I was the Prodigy Shifter, soon to be Queen. Unfortunately for us, I did enjoy a man being dominate in bed, just as long as I could have my fun when I wanted. But that couldn’t be between us. I couldn’t let him control me with the possibility of it running over to the subjects I would be ruling.

Ezra’s almond-shaped eyes began darting back and forth between mine, obviously picking up on the switch in my demeanor. I felt his hands begin to move again, and my jaw clenched as I swiftly rolled, using my miniscule Vampire speed to evade him, tugging the blanket with me. I slipped off the edge of the bed, hauling the enormous, ripped fur cover around my naked body, and took a step back when his eyes flashed at my evasive tactic.

Keeping my gaze firmly on his gradually blanking face, glancing nowhere lower on his delicious body, I stated quietly, “This was a bad idea. I’m sorry, Ezra, but this can’t happen again.” My words were guttural, even if soft, as I made myself voice them.

Quickly turning when he began edging off the bed, I shoved my feet into motion, heading toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower.” A thought occurred in spite of my body’s pulsing need. “You may not want to go outside unless you’ve washed, because you smell like me.” Shifter’s sexual fluids smelled like their animal, so any Shifter would be able to tell he had just slept with a wolf Shifter, and any Shifter who knew my scent well enough would know it was me. My teeth gritted hard as I felt wind brush past me. I halted instantly when Ezra stood before me, staring down at me with his hooded gaze.

Impassive green eyes ran over my features. “Why?”

My lips pinched, but into the quiet I decided he deserved the truth. “I can’t risk you dominating me.” He would know why. I didn’t elaborate.

He hummed, his head cocking. “And if I promised to keep it to the bedroom?” He paused, lifting a single, bored brow. “I know how to keep my sex life private from business.”

Lips thinning even further, I shook my head. “It’ll spill out somewhere.”

After a few moments of dead silence, his hooded eyes opened fully. Honesty radiated in their depths, blatantly showing me his feelings as he cupped my jaw and made me peer directly at him. “I respect you and your handle on the Shifters. This isn’t a relationship, as you know, only sex, kept behind closed doors.” His face lowered, slanting closer to mine. “It won’t leak to arguments or me trying to manipulate you.”

He meant it. I could tell even without scenting as I had the
truth
in his words. Still… “I don’t know, Ezra.” This was one of those suck-ass decisions in life I was going to have to make, being who I was. “It never ends up being just sex and we both know that.” The same conversation we’d had back at the fore.

He placed his forehead against mine. “As I said before, we’ll deal with any issues as they arise.” His penetrating gaze never wavered. “I promise you, sweetheart, I won’t ever try to manipulate your ruling.” The scent was
truth
. His lips quirked up at one corner. “You should know this already.”

Yes, I guess I should, since we cared for one another, but being who we were didn’t allow us the luxury of assuming. Which he also understood, so he wasn’t taking my second-guessing him as an insult. My argument was valid. Staring into his eyes, all I wanted to do was throw my arms around his shoulders and kiss him hard, rather than run away from him.

Jaw repeatedly clenching, I debated my decision internally. If I were going to have a sexual relationship with another in power, I would want it to be with a person I loved and who loved me in return. An individual who I respected and trusted completely, and they likewise. Ezra was all of those things. He was also the man in power I wanted to take to my bed.

Inhaling deeply, I stated, “If I ever once feel you’re trying to control a situation because we’ve had sex,” I didn’t doubt he would try to control situations, because he already did at times, but it was the ‘because of sex’ bit I wanted to clarify, “we’re through.” I met his eyes steadily. “And I will have lost my respect for you.” It was brutal honesty, but if he ever did what I had said, it would be one hell of a low blow against someone he called his best friend.

His eyes narrowed slightly at my words, but he slowly nodded. Right before he yanked the blanket off my body, tossing it to the floor. “I’m going to ignore the fact you’re starting to tick me off,” his hands rested on my hips, “actually thinking I would do something like that,” he bent, his warm palms gliding over my skin to the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me swiftly, my legs hooking around his waist and my arms around his neck, as his hands moved to my ass, squeezing and holding me flush against him, “because I want to take that shower with you.”

“That’s very kind of you,” I murmured, automatically arching so my breasts were flush against his flexing chest. My nipples pebbled at the contact, and I rubbed them deliberately against his heated flesh. “But I still want to taste you.”

His eyes darkened as he moved us inside the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind us with his foot. “You missed your chance.” As he stepped inside the shower, one of his hands slid lower on my ass, his fingers feathering over my intimate folds and finding I was most definitely wet for him. “I’m going to taste you now.”

Heat unfurled through my lower stomach, my head dropping back as his mouth landed on the crook of my tender neck. Fumbling with one hand, I managed to turn the water on to a decent temperature as he sucked, fanning the flames inside me. Hot water sprayed over our bodies, creating a slick, luxurious slide to our skin as he set me on my feet, our dueling sensual powers already rippling in waves against our fevered flesh.