He pressed his hard dick against her, and rough denim dragged across her clit through the thin satin panties. He reached behind her and found the zipper of the skirt and dragged it down. The pleather went slack at her waist. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and worked it down her hips and her thighs in one motion and dropped it on the floor.
Blaze dragged his thumb up the length of the wet fabric between Stella’s legs. She moaned and fisted the bedspread. He thenhooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong and pulled it off her before moving down the bed and settling between her thighs. He looked at her with wolfish blue eyes as he put his mouth on her pussy. He gave her a long flat lick of his tongue that left her gasping.
The second stroke had her groaning his name. He planted one forearm across her hips and held her down because he wasn’t going to let her rush him. He was patient and focused, alternating between wide flat strokes with tight pointed ones at her clit. When she started to climb, two fingers slid inside her.
She came so fast she didn’t see it coming and let out a long, broken wail. Her thighs clamped around his head and her hands fisted in his hair. When she stopped shaking, he kissed the inside of her thigh and the soft skin below her hipbone.
“Come here,” she said.
He moved up the bed over her, and she pulled him down to her by the collar of his T-shirt. When she kissed him, she tasted herself on his mouth. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed it up. He pulled it off over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then she finally got a good look at him.
She’d seen the tattoos, the cut of his shoulders, the way his muscles moved under the fabric of his clothes. She hadn’t yet seen the full sleeves of tattoos running unbroken across his chest and around onto his back. Sak Yant work down his chest. Japanese script across his ribs. A wolf in fine line work at the meat of his shoulder, hunting something off the edge of the design. Scars under the ink.
His body was lean and ripped. A hard cut of muscle ran down past his hips into the V that disappeared under the waist of hisjeans. The bond was alive between them. She ran her hands over his pecs, and his heart hammered against her palms.
“Off,” she said, moving her hands down to his pants.
He worked the button and the zipper. She pushed up onto her elbow and helped him shove the jeans down his hips. He kicked them off the end of the bed along with his boxer briefs, and then he was naked over her.
He was thick and long and hard in a way that looked almost painful. The head of him was flushed dark, and there was already wet at the tip. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and he hissed through his teeth. His hips jerked forward into her grip. She stroked him, feeling the weight of him in her hand. He was so hot. The skin was velvet over iron, and the wet at the tip slicked her palm. He let her work him for a few strokes.
“Stella.” His hand came down and caught her wrist. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
“Then get inside me.”
He reached over the side of the bed for the duffle and came back with a foil packet. She watched him roll the condom on. She was wet and ready, the bond alive between them. He braced one forearm beside her head. The blunt heat of him pressed at her entrance, and he pushed in slowly.
Her body opened around him, and her eyes rolled back. The stretch was enormous, and the mate bond amplified every nerve. He stopped halfway in and let her adjust, his arms shaking with the effort of holding back.
“Oh god,” she groaned.
He sank the rest of the way in. Her hips came off the mattress to meet him, and his forehead dropped to hers. Both of them stopped breathing for a beat.
He started to move, finding the rhythm. Her body knew what to do before her brain did, like they’d done this together in a life she couldn’t remember. Every thrust pulled the bond tighter, and every drag of him inside her sent heat up her spine.
She wrapped her legs around him, and the boots dug into the backs of his thighs. He braced both forearms beside her head and changed position. The new angle had his cock dragging against her g-spot, making her vision go white at the edges. She gasped, and her nails dug into his back. He started to thrust harder.
“Don’t stop.”
He fucked her with steady hard strokes, and her breasts shook with the rhythm. He caught her thigh, hitched her leg higher, and sank deeper inside her. She felt the orgasm building from the bond, climbing up her spine, lighting every nerve in her body as it came.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot on her throat. His teeth grazed her skin, but he didn’t bite. The feeling of his teeth on her flesh made her pussy clench down hard on him. He groaned.
His weight on her chest, his hand gripping her thigh hard enough to bruise, the wet slap of him driving into her, the smell of sweat and sex and him, the bond beating between them like a third heartbeat. She was climbing higher. Harder. She was so close. He reached down between them, pressed his thumb to her clit, and worked it in time with his thrusts.
She came so hard her vision went black, her pussy squeezing his cock. A long, ragged sound tore out of her chest. Her thighs clamped around his hips and her nails carved into his back. He growled against her throat, the bond bright in her chest. He buried himself in her to the hilt and came. His hips moved in short jerky motions. He held still inside her for several moments, his breath in her hair.
Finally, he rolled off her and got up to deal with the condom. Blaze then got back into the bed and pulled the comforter up over both of them. He settled on his back. She tucked herself against his side with her head on his chest, his arm around her. The city hummed outside the window. A siren wailed a long way off, and a man laughed in the parking lot.
“Well,” she said. “At least we don’t have to fake the chemistry at the event tomorrow.”
He turned to her. The expression on his face was open and unguarded. The wolf was quiet behind his eyes.
“I wasn’t going to be faking it.”
Chapter
Eighteen
