TherianPromise (20 page)

His groan was muffled by her breast then his lips pulled
harder on her nipple and she gasped, surprised yet excited by his aggression.
His hands never stopped moving, gliding across her damp skin in hypnotic
patterns.

Suddenly he tore his mouth away from her breasts, panting
harshly as he eased her away. “We are not doing this here.” His hands grasped
her waist and propelled her upward as he shifted his legs beneath him. He
opened the drain and turned on the long-handled sprayer, quickly rinsing the
sudsy residue from both their bodies. Then he snatched one of the towels off
the rack as he stepped out onto the thick bath mat.

“Maybe I wanted to play in the tub.” She pouted, feeling
wonderfully playful and free.

He lifted her over the side and shook out the other towel.
“We were headed toward another fast and frantic ride and that wouldn’t have
fulfilled my promise.” Starting with her shoulders, he dried her body with
slow, caressing strokes. “I’m going to explore every inch of your soft body
with my fingers and my mouth.” He moved behind her, brushing the towel along
her spine and over her bottom. The gentle slide of his hands made the mental
picture seem all the more graphic. “I’ll make you wet and desperate for my
cock.” He whispered the claim into her ear as his hand eased between her
thighs, separated from her sex by the plush towel. “You’ll wiggle and beg and
come over and over until you’re mindless and wild.” The towel moved against
her, priming her body for the things he described. “Only then will I fill you.”
He reached around and slowly drew the towel out in front. The slow drag of the
material against her sensitive folds made her gasp and tense. He brushed his
thumb over her lower lip and produced a knee-melting smile. “You’ll be so weak
when we’re finished, you’ll sleep for a week.”

Her snappy rejoinder deserted her as he leaned down and
licked her lips. The action was so unexpected and so
feline
, it was all
she could do to keep her legs beneath her. “Fast and frantic” had just about
blown her mind. How in the world would she survive a prolonged assault on her
senses?

Dropping the towel to the floor, he took her by the hand and
led her back into the bedroom. Moonlight spilling in from the windows was the
only source of illumination and it took her eyes a second to adjust. He pulled
the bedding down and folded it neatly over the foot of the bed. Then he picked
her up and placed her on the bed.

“Any last requests?” He wiggled his eyebrows and made the
question sound very dramatic.

She laughed and raised her arms, already missing the warmth
of his body. He spread out on his side and slipped one arm beneath her neck.
“Some women look best when they’re all dolled up. You look amazing with no
makeup and your hair wild about your face.”

“You would know.” She smiled, warmed by the praise. “I
certainly haven’t been at my best since I met you.”

“I disagree.” He ran his index finger along her jaw then
down the side of her neck and onto the ridge of one collarbone. “I think you’ve
been in your natural environment since we met. You just didn’t know it until
now.”

His warm fingers cupped her breast as his lips slanted over
hers. She raised one hand to the back of his neck and opened for the slide of
his tongue. He was determined to go slow and easy, but already anxious energy
thrummed through her body. She wanted him over her and in her, pressing her
down into the bed as his hips moved strongly between her thighs.

As if sensing her longing, he crawled on top of her and
settled on his knees between her legs. She bent her knees and opened wider,
hoping he’d accept her invitation. His hand skimmed over her breasts, pausing
every now and then to squeeze her nipples, but he made no move to enter her,
kept his hips well back from hers.

The kiss deepened, his tongue boldly exploring her mouth.
She clutched his shoulders, enjoying the bunch and flex of his muscles beneath
her fingers. Heat spiraled through her body coalescing between her thighs. She
wanted him there, inside her, sliding in and out, filling the emptiness.

Instead he kissed his way down her neck, tingles trailing in
the wake of his lips. His warm breath wafted against her skin as his teeth
gently scraped. She shifted restlessly beneath him, needing more specific
touches. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tried to guide his mouth to her
breast, to her waiting nipples.

He wouldn’t be rushed. With a deep chuckle, he licked and
slightly sucked on the swell of her breasts, intentionally avoiding the needy
tips. She tried to relax and enjoy the softer sensations, but each time her
arousal ebbed, he brushed his thumb over her nipple or “accidently” brushed
against her with his tongue.

“You’re such a tease,” she grumbled, and raised her arms
over her head, knowing she had no choice but to accept what he gave her.

A low, sexy growl vibrated his throat. She looked into his
eyes as he reacted to her words, or was it her submissive position? She’d
thought his need to control her last night had been part of his ravenous
hunger. He’d promised to give her anything she wanted tonight, but what if she
wasn’t sure what she wanted? She’d always thought that submission equaled
weakness, that any woman who would allow a man to overpower her during sex
didn’t think much of herself. So why had she found more pleasure while she was
at Kyle’s command than during all of her other experiences combined?

With his gaze still fixed on hers, he licked one nipple and
then the other. “Stay with me, sunshine. If you let your mind wander, I’ll have
a hard time keeping my promise.” Golden light flickered in the depths of his
eyes as he returned his mouth to her breast. Rather than closing his lips
around the peak, he circled and laved. His tongue dragged across her flesh, the
surface feeling oddly coarse. Was she just imagining the change in texture or
was his cat pushing closer to the surface?

Rather than panic, she watched his eyes and opened her mind
to his emotions. Desire burned within him, but it was tempered by his
determination to protect and pleasure her.

He licked his way down to her navel, his tongue rasping over
and into the small indentation. She grasped the sheet beside her head, ready to
follow where he led. He nibbled and licked the soft hollow beneath each of her
hipbones then licked his way down her inner thigh. Her fingers clutched the
sheet as the tension between her thighs built and her clit began to twitch.

“You’re scent is making me dizzy.” He nuzzled her sex,
brushing his lips against her folds. “Is there something you want from me?”

“There are lots of things I want from you.” She canted her
hips, bringing her slit into better alignment with his mouth.

His tongue teased her crease, tracing the sultry line
without parting her folds.

“Please.” Her inner muscles clenched and her thighs trembled
as she waited for him to begin.

He slipped his hands beneath her and parted her with his
thumbs, pausing to inhale before he covered her with his mouth. The first
stroke of his tongue sent pleasure spiraling through her pussy and had her
hanging on the verge of orgasm. But he carefully avoided her clit and kept her
release just out of reach.

She wiggled and moaned, trying to bring his transient tongue
in contact with her sensitive nub. One flick or a nice firm circle and she’d
burst apart. He ignored her writhing and easily avoided her countermoves, so
she held perfectly still and concentrated on the pleasure, squeezing her inner
muscles as hard as she could each time his caress ventured near her swollen
clit.

“What’s the matter?” He slowly pushed one of his fingers
into her tense passage but didn’t move once it was deep inside her.

The hint of penetration was no more effective than his
wandering tongue. “Please, let me come.”

He pulled his hand back then smiled, his fingertip circling
her entrance. “Anything you want.”

Bending over her again, he slid his finger in and out then
flicked his tongue against her clit. It took three flicks not one to set her
off, but the result was still the same. She cried out and arched her back as
her passage rippled around his finger.

Rather than allow the sensations to ebb, he added a second
finger and built the pleasure to a second, even more shocking peak. He caught
her clit between his lips and drew on the sensitive bud as he pumped into her
with his fingers. She came and came again, body bowing each time the pleasure
crested. She pressed her lips together, trying to muffle her screams, afraid someone
would burst into the room thinking she was being murdered.

She gasped and shook as lights danced before her eyes. “No.
More. I need…”

He draped her legs over his shoulders and sank to his
stomach as he pulled his fingers out of her tight core. He slid down the bed
and stretched out on his stomach then covered her pussy with his mouth.

After that everything became a blur of pleasure and passion.
He thrust into her with his tongue, swirling and stroking her inner walls as
his lips drew her essence into his mouth. She lost count of her orgasms and
stopped caring if anyone heard her cries of release. Not in her wildest dreams
had she imagined that her body was capable of these sensations or that any man
would forgo his own pleasure for so long.

He suddenly surged up along her body. Her legs slid off his
shoulders, catching in the bend of his arms. His cock thrust home, filling her
in one firm stroke. Her pussy stretched around him, the pressure on her clit
jolting her entire body.

He stared into her eyes as he drew back, making the
connection even more intimate. She raised her hand to his face and he turned in
to the touch, kissing the center of her palm. He’d done nearly the same thing
in cat form while he’d been fighting for his life. The memory warmed her heart
and made her want him even more.

His next stroke was slow and deliberate and she saw the
strain on his face. He held back for her, battling his true nature at the
expense of his own enjoyment.

“Faster. Please.” She raised her hips to meet his next downstroke
and Therian light burst within his eyes. “Your promise is kept. More than kept.
I need you wild.”

He released her legs and lowered his chest to her breasts,
rubbing against her as his movements sped. She raised her legs against his
sides, not wanting to restrict his range of motion. Firm and steady, he drilled
into her ravenous body, his face hovering over hers.

She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him with all the
passion surging within her. Their lips clung and their tongues tangled as their
hips rolled and ground.

His breath filled her mouth and their psychic link pulsed
with energy. She opened to him, taking him deeper into her mind as he steadily
filled her body. Emotions flowed across the connection, a mesmerizing blending
of his and hers. It was impossible to sort them out, they were so perfectly
blended. Longing and tenderness, protectiveness and joy. Even the hint of
possessiveness no longer upset her. She understood the emotion was part of his
Therian nature, part of what made him so attractive and strong.

He tore his mouth away from hers as his strokes grew more
demanding. Each forceful thrust pushed her arousal higher, keeping pace with
his cresting desire. His hands clasped her hips, pulling her up as he buried
his entire length in her snug heat. He threw his head back and cried out as his
body shuddered and pulsed. She clung to his arms, riding out her own orgasm as
he spilled deep inside her.

It was perfect, beyond anything she’d dare to dream. Her
heartbeat gradually slowed and she blinked until her eyes focused. He looked
just as dazed as she felt and she couldn’t help but smile.

Bracing with his forearms and his knees, he kept the
majority of his weight off her as he drifted back to reality. She brushed his
hair back from his damp face and smiled into his eyes. “We’re both covered in
sweat. It’s a good thing we waited to shower.”

He slipped his arm beneath her neck then rolled to his side,
taking her with him. “Let me catch my breath.” He laughed. “I’m not sure I
could stand right now.”

The golden light was starting to recede from his eyes. She
stroked her hand down his arm and searched his gaze. It felt wonderful to be
held, to be sheltered from the dangers all around them, but a question had been
nagging in the back of her mind all afternoon, and despite the warm security of
his embrace, it shoved its way back to the surface.

“Bruce Fitzroy wasn’t much of a threat, but what if he had
been as badass as he thought he was?” She sighed then shivered, unable to meet
his gaze. “He still had us at gunpoint.”

He stroked the back of her hair and pressed his pelvis
closer, maintaining the intimate joining of their bodies. “You were never in
any real danger. If Natasha had thought differently, she never would have let
him near you and I was standing in the kitchen long before you knew I was
there.”

She understood the concept, but she couldn’t rid her mind of
Bruce’s semi-crazed expression or the gun pointed at her sister’s head. “What
if you’d both been wrong? Even cowards can snap. Can either of you outrun a
bullet?”

“Ava…” He paused until she looked back into his eyes. “I
could smell his fear and sense his anxiety. I have a sneaking suspicion that
Nate set him up.”

“Isn’t Nate his father?”

“He is, but Bruce has been unpredictable for a long time.”
Kyle gently separated their bodies as the topic grew grim. “He’s created more
problems for Nate than anyone else in his pack. And unlike cats, wolves don’t
wait around for their alphas to step down or die off. Many, if not most, of
their alphas are ‘retired’ by their sons as soon as the son realizes he’s
strong enough to pull it off.”

“Nate sent his son here expecting you to kill him?”