Lizzie Lynn Lee (7 page)

“Gabe…”

“Yes, babe?”

“I…” A bubble of frustration shimmered in her chest. She didn’t know what she wanted. To tell him to get off her? Or to cut to the chase and yell at him to take her, already? She knew she shouldn’t fuck him, shouldn’t have let herself get in this position. This man was still a suspect and held the key to a myriad of secrets she desperately wanted to know. But, damn it, she wanted him. Badly. Cat grabbed a handful of his hair and kissed him on the mouth.

Gabriel mauled her back, kissing her with the same heat. He braced his elbows next to her head and penetrated her.

Cat tore her mouth from his, gasping. He speared her with his huge cock, knocking the breath out of her lungs. An incredible pressure burnt her sex—he had stretched her beyond her expectations.

“Gabe…” she wheezed.

“Bear with me, babe.” He pushed another inch. And another.

She threw her head back, baring her neck. Gabriel licked and sucked her flesh. He thrust until he hit the neck of her womb. “Jesus.”

He didn’t move right away after he’d sheathed himself balls-deep inside her. His cock throbbed. Her pussy fluttered around his shaft. Gabriel had taken her so deep, she could feel him in places she hadn’t thought existed before. He slowly pulled out until his cockhead almost left her opening, and pushed back inside in an agonisingly slow motion, as if he wanted to relive the initial penetration. The pleasure was beyond words. Especially when Gabriel started rocking her. His hard shaft ground deliciously against the tight walls of her vagina.

Cat moved with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts.
God.
The pleasure was unthinkable. She needed him to move faster. Her climax hovered just above the horizon and Gabe seemed to be taking his sweet time. A manic need engulfed her in one smooth swoop. She hadn’t expected it would feel so good having him deep inside her like this. “Gabriel,” she sobbed. “Please…”

Her plea made him pause. “Did I hurt you?”

“No… I…” Cat wound her arms around his neck. “Faster. Fuck me faster…”

“Oh.” Gabriel slammed into her without reserve. He pounded her harder and faster. “Like this?”

“Harder.”

“God, yes.”

Gabriel hammered his cock inside her in short, rapid thrusts. Their flesh made obscene sounds as the fire of their lust incinerated her sanity to cinders. He growled as he fucked her harder. The pleasure seized her in a wicked grip. The air around her thinned. She tried to stave off the urge to come—she wanted it to last longer—but she couldn’t.

Cat came. Hard and long. Fireworks burst before her eyes. She bit Gabriel’s shoulder to muffle her scream. But he didn’t seem to feel it. He kept fucking her until he climaxed.

He roared. Oddly enough, he sounded like a lion.

Her mind was halfway to oblivion, but she was dimly aware of Gabriel spurting his seed inside her. His cock jerked in more than a dozen spasms. Her cunt contracted around his shaft, stroking it in an inward motion, milking his cream.

When Cat floated back to earth, she felt like a wreck. He kissed her. Gently, this time. He carefully pulled out of her and examined her pussy. He looked worried at first, but she was fine. He seemed to finally convince himself that she was okay.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I went too hard on you.”

“You kidding? I love a hard fuck.”

He cringed. “A little thing like you? I’m just glad I didn’t rip you asunder.”

Asunder. Cat almost laughed. Who talked like that in this time and age? “Give me a kiss, big guy.”

Gabriel was more than happy to kiss her. Cat buried her face in his throat and curled in his arms like a contented cat. For the first time since Jon had died, she felt safe and secure.

Which was kind of weird.

Gabriel Larousse was still her number one suspect.

Chapter Four

Cat was sure she had violated the most important rule of being a private investigator—never sleep with the person she was investigating. And here she was, fucking Gabriel. She wouldn’t mind having another go. And, when she thought about it, spies in movies sometimes had to sleep with the enemy in order to reach their objectives. She felt slightly better about herself. She wasn’t such a slut after all.

She didn’t know how long she’d dozed off for. She found herself sleeping in Gabriel’s arms, a warm blanket tucked up to her chin. The blinds on the windows were drawn, but it was dark beyond them. It was still night-time. Her gaze drifted to the digital clock on the nightstand. Eleven forty-five. She had been sleeping for three hours.

But Cat didn’t feel like sleeping any more. Suddenly, she was wide awake. She could take a shower and snoop around Gabriel’s place, looking for clues.

Or she could stay in bed and enjoy his warmth. Gabriel’s toned arm lay across her breasts, and her head was tucked under his chin. His breathing was shallow and peaceful. Cat disengaged from him and watched him sleeping.

Yeah. Werelions, my ass.

Gabriel looked as human as he possibly could. No sign that he was a shifter. So how did this shifter thing work, if he really was one?

Cat pushed the blanket down. Gabriel really had a nice pair of legs. Very toned thighs. Trim waist. Fabulous cock. His beast was sleeping at the moment, looking tame and harmless. At the sight of his cock, she temporarily forgot what she was going to do. Oh yeah, look for evidence that suggested he was a shifter.

Her gaze skated on to his groin.
Hmm, does his cock shrink when he shifts into a lion?
She couldn’t recall what a lion’s cock looked like. Okay, the thought was rather perverted. So was ogling a naked sleeping man like this.

Feeling more curious than a cat, she fondled his beast. Incredibly, it stirred at her first touch.
Sweet.
She restrained the urge to giggle. Cat scooted down. The scent of masculine soap drifted to her nose. Hmm. Seemed he had taken a shower earlier. Cat clamped her hand around his semi-erect shaft, squeezing and pumping it gently. It gradually hardened into a full erection. Feeling naughty, she leant down and licked his huge tip.

She heard a grunt and a curse.

“Catherine…”

She gave him another lick as if she were taking the first taste of the top of a sundae cone. His body jerked. A hoarse laugh followed.

“Cat…”

She ignored his call, too busy with her new toy. She flicked her tongue out and gave him a light caress on his shapely crown. Pearly cream blossomed from the slit. She swept it clean. A salty flavour flooded her palate. Cat smacked her tongue and took a second helping. She stretched out her jaw to accommodate his girth and plunged her mouth down until his cockhead nudged the back of her throat. She sucked. His cock quivered in her mouth, pulsing. More pre-cum burst from his opening, flooding her mouth with the salty, distinct male taste.

Gabriel was fully awake by now. He cursed again. Mostly about how he hadn’t guessed she would be this good. Cat was proud of some of her girlie skills. His shaft turned impossibly rigid. His balls were drawn tight. A strangled moan escaped from his throat when she tried to deep throat him. She arranged her breath, fought off the gag reflex and gave him a deep, passionate suck. She clenched the base of his shaft, stroking him in shallow motions as the suckling continued. She savoured him slowly, wanting to sample everything he had to offer.

He became tense. Seemed like he was preventing himself from coming. Cat didn’t like that. She wanted to feel him come.

She sucked harder, pumping faster.

“Cat!” His deep throaty voice sounded even throatier.

When she ignored him, Gabriel grabbed her. A hard yank and a few squirms and Cat found herself under him. Again.

“What exactly are you doing?” Gabriel said it with a half-laugh.

“I was curious.”

“Don’t you know curiosity killed the cat?”

“I’m not an ordinary cat.”

“Hmm.” Gabriel leaned to his side and urged her to mount him like a cowgirl.

She crawled up and swung her leg over his body, straddling him. Her pussy rested on the base of his cock, pressing against his balls. She clasped his cock with both hands and stroked him gently.

Gabriel caught her wrists. “Don’t do that.”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me. With your pussy. Like this…” Gabriel grabbed her waist and dragged her forward, showing her what he wanted her to do, dragging her wet pussy lips along the length of his shaft.

Twinges of aches fluttered in her sex.
Jesus.
That felt so good.

Cat followed his rhythm. She mashed her sex against the base of his cock and dragged herself from his balls up, letting her pussy lips wet his hard shaft.

“Fuck, babe. That feels so fucking good.” His chest heaved. His jaw tightened. “Slower. I want to feel you.”

Cat did what he asked. God. He was right. She could feel the texture of his shaft, smooth yet bumpy from the blood vessels. And the coarseness of his hair that prickled and tickled.

“Now, take me.”

She took his shaft and pressed his crown on her opening. The curvy head slid into her heat. Cat sighed. The familiar stretching sensation returned. She eased down another inch, feeling stuffed already. Gabriel looked impatient. He grabbed her hips and yanked her down, impaling her on his cock. Cat yelped. Gabriel groaned. His cock pulsated inside her. Hot. Throbbing. Unbelievably good.

“Stay still,” he whispered.

Gabriel fucked her in several short thrusts, then paused as if he didn’t like the arrangement. He pulled her onto his chest and pushed her onto her back. He moved on top of her, bracing himself, then continued pounding. Slow at first, then it became incessantly fast.

Cat moaned. The assault made her head spin. The flood of his jack-hammering fucks made her breathless. Gabriel was an animal in bed. She gasped, an orgasm hovering nearby. When he slammed into her savagely, a blinding pleasure seared through her at high voltage. She came. She drowned in an unforgiving tide of pleasure.

Gabriel hadn’t come. He rolled her on to her stomach and nibbled on the back of her ear again. She was alarmed when Gabriel spread her ass cheeks and brushed his thumb over her anus.

“Gabe…”

“Have you been fucked in the ass before?”

“Yes. No. Nothing bigger than a finger,” she confessed. Her ex-boyfriend in college, James, had been feeling adventurous one day and decided to give anal play a try. She hadn’t been too enthusiastic about it and the attempt had fizzled out midway.

“Really?” Gabe sounded excited.

Cat looked over her shoulder. “You don’t think—”

“I’m going to fuck your ass.”

She gasped for air. With a cock his size, he was going…

“You’re mine. I’ll take everything that’s meant to be mine.” Gabriel rubbed her puckered hole and perineum with the tip of his finger, smothering her juice and making her slick.

Oh, damn.
That felt so fucking good.

“Now, relax,” Gabriel ordered. He pushed a finger inside her.

The tight ring of her anal passage tightened from the intrusion. “Gabe!”

“Relax, babe. I won’t hurt you.”

She tried to relax, but she was still too wired about what he was going to do. She had only ever had vanilla sex, but this would put her in the ballpark of kinky. By her standards, anyway. The exploratory attempt with James didn’t count.

Gabriel finger-fucked her, slowly but surely. He inserted a second finger. She felt stuffed and violated. In a good way. A wicked thrill rolled through her. Why had she not enjoyed this before? Could it be that Gabriel knew what he was doing? Her anus clenched hard.

“How is it, babe? Good?”

Her words evaporated in her throat, so she nodded instead.

“Good.” Gabriel sounded pleased. He made a scissoring motion as if he was preparing her to accept a bigger object.

Cat shivered at the thought. Could she really take him?

Gabriel withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his cock. His blunt tip kissed her anus. Her heart lurched. He pushed.

Jesus. Cat mewled. A new pain singed her. Gabe worked inside in short thrusts, burying inch by inch of his fat cock into her almost virgin ass. Stretching her open. Filling her. Her anal muscles contracted in desperation, but he kept pushing in until he was able to sheathe himself all the way in. Cat felt so full, she was afraid she would burst.

The pain vanished when he started to fuck her with long thrusts. His veined shaft ground against the smoothness of her forbidden passage. Gabriel kissed and licked her neck, sucking her flesh so hard that she was sure he was going to leave some hickies. But she was beyond caring. Her attention was fixed on the pleasure he was giving her.

The slow thrusts became short, hard pounds. She was burning from the inside out. She began rearing her ass to meet his thrusts. All of a sudden, she needed more of him. All of him.

“Harder,” she croaked.

“I don’t want—”

“Harder!”

“Shit!” Gabriel slammed into her savagely. He nailed her to the bed, one brutal slam after another.

She was delirious with need. “Yes, please…”

The storm of pleasure gathered, threatening to erupt. Every fibre of her being screamed with manic need. Gabriel fucked her harder. Cat exploded. The world darkened for a long moment.

New pain burst on her shoulder. She didn’t realise until later that Gabriel had bitten her at the height of his rapture.

But Cat was too exhausted to make a big deal of it. As soon as she drifted back to reality, she was spent. Sleep overcame her.

* * * *

Cat emerged from the shower as Gabriel finished dressing. Her hair was damp, and she was only wrapped in a towel. He had a sudden urge to yank that towel off and ride her for a couple more rounds in bed. Gabriel shook it off. He thought last night might have been a bit too much for her. She looked pale.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re walking kind of funny.”

She threw him a scowl. “Try having a cock your size and shoving it into your ass. You’d be walking funny too, mister.”