Surrounded by Pleasure (8 page)

“Nice.”

His head snapped up to look at her. She was surveying his
cabin with a look of honest appreciation.

“Yeah, well, it’s the biggest one. Not that I picked it
for that reason. It’s the closest to the woods.”

“I like being close to the woods.” She walked toward him,
slowly peeling off her loose flannel shirt and leaving her in that sexy tank top.
His mouth dried at the sight of her. Then she whipped that shirt off, too, and
he shut his eyes briefly, too overwhelmed. God, he needed this to be slow for
her, but what he really wanted to do was rip off her clothes, throw her on the
ground, and fuck her so hard, she’d give him her throat in a sign of total
submission. Then he wanted to sink his fangs right—
fuck!
He couldn’t think about that. She could not be his mate, damn
it. Thank God, she was a taken woman. Maybe he’d just nix the whole
conversation with her about her boyfriend and have her e-mail him the answers
once she got back to her office. The idea that her answer could ignite his need
to claim her was too risky to chance.

She bent over to pull off her boots, socks, and jeans,
and he stepped back and leaned against the desk that was behind him, gripping
it to keep from touching her. He’d let her set the pace. He had to because if
he touched her right now, he’d lose all control.

She reached behind her and unclasped the pink bra, and it
tumbled to the floor.

“Fuck,” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut, white-knuckling
the edge of the desk. Krista had a gorgeous body, and he’d had his mouth on
those beautiful nipples last night. His mouth watered as he remembered the
taste of her, and he immediately wanted to taste her everywhere. At this rate
he wasn’t going to last five seconds once he touched her.

“Why are you all the way over there?” she asked softly,
moving toward him again.

“Because if I touch you right now, I won’t be gentle.”
His voice was so hoarse he barely recognized it.

She stepped up against him, her bare breasts rubbing
against his disheveled shirt. “Who said I want you to be gentle?”

He groaned, his head falling back as she unbuttoned his
shirt. “I’m not playing, baby. It’s been a long time for me, and you need an
easier lover for your first time.”

She hummed against his chest as she kissed the flesh
she’d uncovered, spreading his shirt wide open. “What I need is for you to take
your clothes off.” She stepped away, backing into the exposed alcove that
worked as his bedroom. From this angle, he could see her situating herself on
his bed. He stalked toward her, stopping at the corner wall and leaning against
it to watch her. “Are you going to undress, or do I need to tease you a
little?”

Oh, hell.
He didn’t need any incentive to
touch her. Did she not understand he was trying to calm his raging need to take
her hard? He had every intention of fucking her—any noble notion he had of her
keeping her virginity was long gone—but he was trying to get his wits about
him.

He must’ve taken too long to respond because that little
vixen lifted her butt in the air and pulled her panties down, leaving them
wrapped around her thighs. With her knees bent and legs spread as far as the barrier
of her panties allowed, Krista trailed her hand down her belly and slipped her
finger into the wet folds of her pussy.

The sight of her touching herself was the last straw.
Toby barely registered ripping off his shirt and divesting himself of the rest
of this clothing, but what felt like instantaneously he was naked and perched
on the bed beside her, kissing her knee and caressing her other thigh.

Then he grabbed her panties and tore them from her body.

Krista gasped and started closing her legs, but Toby
pried them apart and fell between them, his mouth hovering over her core.

“T-Toby?”

He didn’t answer, not verbally anyway. Instead he lowered
his head and licked her from her asshole to her clit. Taste. He wanted to taste
her everywhere. He did it again and again, and with each pass, he increased his
pace. He’d never tasted anything as sweet as her, and he needed more. He began
fucking her with his tongue, her tangy honey spilling onto it as he stabbed
into her pussy. She writhed beneath him, her moans piercing his soul and
electrifying his body. His balls ached and his cock painfully engorged, but he
couldn’t stop tasting her to seek his own relief. Not yet. He needed to imprint
her very essence into himself.

He tore his mouth away from her pussy and licked her
thighs, kissed her knees, bit her calves, and sucked her toes, working his way
from one leg to the other. When he reached her core again, he bypassed it to
nip her tummy, then delve his tongue into her belly button, suck her nipples,
lick her neck, and nibble on her ears. Everywhere. He had to taste her
everywhere. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, kissing her greedily, and she
moaned, throwing her arms around his neck. But he wasn’t done exploring her
body with his mouth.

Not even close.

He pulled away and flipped her over, treating her
backside to the same attention her front had received, leaving no inch untouched.
And she seemed to have relished his ministrations, for her moans turned to
cries when he bit her ass, so he did it again. Harder.

Mark. I have to
mark her.

He covered her with his body, grabbing her hair and
fisting it to the side. He bit her neck, wishing it were his fangs piercing her
skin and not his teeth. He understood she was taken, so he wouldn’t cross that
line. But his animal and his humanity seemed to agree that having her as a mate
would be the ultimate gift. If only he could take her. But he couldn’t. So,
he’d mark her everywhere, show everyone who she belonged to, if only for a
short while.

He turned her again, too impatient to prolong their
joining. He grabbed a condom out of his nightstand and rolled it on, thankful
Josh had insisted on stocking up on them. When Toby settled between her legs,
he took her mouth in a possessive kiss as he positioned his cock at her
opening. He wasn’t sure how he was able to go slow at this point, but he did,
nudging into her gently.

As if his body knew what hers needed without conscious
thought. Just like it would do if she were his mate, if she were meant to be
his always.

He shook his head, trying to dislodge that thought. He
couldn’t think about that. She wasn’t available for him to take. Not in that way.
But he’d take what he could. He’d have her now.

She gasped as he breached her, rolling her hips to meet
his thrusts.

“Am I hurting you, baby?” He kissed her temple.

She shook her head and grabbed his ass, pulling him
toward her. “More.”

He groaned and pushed all the way into her with one long
thrust, giving her what she wanted, what he needed. She groaned, her nails
digging into his flesh as he began to fuck her. Slowly at first, then with more
urgency. Her pussy was like a velvet vise, fisting around his cock. He’d never
felt anything more perfect. It was heaven.

But it was also hell. He didn’t know how he’d be able to
give her up once she was gone. With his head buried into her neck, he growled his
need to claim her, his finesse waning.

“Oh, God, Toby, Toby, Toby,” she chanted, his name on her
lips a caress of his soul. He could feel her pussy spasm around his dick, and
he damn-near came from the combination of all the sensations.

“Oh, God, Oh, God, I’m coming.” She screamed and sank her
little teeth into his shoulder, and his head fell back on a roar as his fangs
descended. He plowed into her as he exploded with the strongest climax he’d
ever experienced before.

His thrusts stopped, and he looked down at her. She had
her beautiful eyes closed, a vision of true beauty. He wanted to ask how she
was feeling, but he couldn’t as long as he was sporting fangs. This had been
the first time his animal had ever roared to the forefront like that. He’d have
to ask Josh if it’d ever happened to him. He could ask his other brothers, but
Toby didn’t want the knowing, angered looks. Josh could be honest with him
without viewing him as competition.

As he continued to stare at Krista, he was taking a risk
just looking at her. She could look up and notice the bumps where his lips covered
the evidence of his animal side. But he had to look at her.

With one last gaze of her face and flushed chest, Toby
ducked his head into the crook of her neck. He wanted to bite her, but he
wouldn’t. He took in deep breaths and willed his fangs to retract, the effort
being much harder than he’d anticipated.

Once it was safe, he kissed her shoulder, and finally
asked what he’d been wanting to. “How are you feeling, baby? Was I too rough?”

She stroked his back lazily. “No. I feel wonderful. You
feel wonderful.”

He shifted above her, looking into her eyes now that they
were open. “You’re so beautiful. Perfect.”

She blushed, giving him a timid smile.

He couldn’t have her being shy after everything they’d
just gone through. He leaned down, kissing her nose. “Sexy.” He kissed her
cheek. “Irresistible.” He nibbled on her ear, and she giggled. He smiled
against her in return.
Mine
. He
wanted to say it, but he didn’t. It was too dangerous to think like that. He
needed to figure out how to get ahold of his emotions.

He eased off her to take care of the condom. He needed to
talk to Josh tonight before things got too carried away with Krista. He should
be out running with his brother, so as soon as Krista fell asleep, Toby would
seek out his brother’s help.

Because he feared things had already gone too far with
her, and he didn’t want to stop.

Chapter Six

Toby eased the back patio door shut, pulled off his robe,
and shifted. God, he loved being in his mountain lion form. He felt free, and
all the stresses of everyday life disappeared. All that mattered was food,
sleep, and mate. With that thought, he turned to look through the glass door of
his cabin. He couldn’t see Krista, but he knew she was in there. He wanted to
go to her, so he turned and ran into the woods. The sooner he talked to his
brother, the sooner he could be back in bed with the woman who was stealing his
heart.

It was too soon. She’d only just arrived. How could he
have these kinds of feelings brewing for her already? As he ran, he found a
squirrel and chased it up a tree. The little shit was faster, so he climbed
down and kept running.

He heard leaves rustling on the ground around the bend,
so he headed that way, figuring it’d be one of his brothers. When he ran around
the corner, he came upon two mountain lions tussling. At first he figured it
was a couple of his brothers, but then one of them tried to mount the other.

Oh, shit
. He’d walked in on Josh and
Mikaela about to mate in their feral forms. Not good.

Josh spun around, hissing at Toby.
Mine!

Sorry. I-I wanted
to talk to you, but I see you’re busy right now
. He started to back up.
Realistically, Josh knew that none of his brothers would try to take Mikaela
away from him, but Toby understood that, in beast form, logic was a little
harder to grasp.

Josh made a frustrated feline growl, shaking his head to
the side as if it hurt.
I’ll meet you at
your cabin in a few minutes
.

Toby wanted to argue that he’d rather not talk there, but
he was smart enough not to argue with his brother right now. Coming between a
lion and his lioness could just cause one big catfight. He’d just hang around
outside the cabin, waiting for Josh, so as not to disturb Krista.
Okay
.

He turned and trotted back to his cabin. The feline cries
rent the air around him as Josh claimed his wife in that primal way. The fact
that those two were mating in their feline forms meant only one thing. They
were trying to get pregnant. Toby’s dad had always told them mating in that
form was reserved for procreation just like in the wild. People were the only animals
that fucked for fun—no other animals did. There was no proof that they couldn’t
get a female pregnant in human form, but mating in animal form only served that
one purpose.

When he got back to his cabin, Toby shifted and put on
his robe. He sat on the railing, looking up at the stars. Time passed—he didn’t
know how much. But eventually, Josh came strolling up to the back porch.

“Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Josh shrugged. “Just keep what you saw to yourself, okay?
We want a baby, but we don’t want to tell everyone just yet. We’d rather wait
until Mikaela gets pregnant before announcing anything.”

“Oh, hey. I understand. Totally. My lips are sealed.”

Josh’s shoulders relaxed like he was relieved to hear
Toby wouldn’t spread their secret. “So, what’s bothering you?” Josh asked as he
climbed the stairs and leaned against the railing next to Toby.

“It’s this thing with Krista. I like her, man. A lot. I
know she’s not available, which is a good thing,” he added quickly. “But, er,
I’m having a hard time accepting I can’t have her. I’m not sure how I’ll be
able to let her go when she has to leave.”