Page 24 of If I Were Wind

I yanked open the lapels of his shirt, revealing his golden skin. I didn’t bother hiding my desire as I licked my bottom lip. I shamelessly stared at his body, taking my fill of him.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he whispered, tracing the curve of my jaw with his fingertip.

“Then stop.” I sprawled my hand on his chest. His heart was in a frenzy, and his beast was lurking under the surface. Maybe Roy wanted to stop, but his panther didn’t.

The conflict within him was displayed in the turmoil troubling his amber eyes. I bet he was thinking about Connor’s words, about the fact that Roy and I shouldn’t get too close.

“If this is the last time”—I caressed his naked chest and abdomen, going lower—“I want good memories. One last time.” Begging wasn’t a problem.

The moment he made the decision, his muscles swelled with desire right before he unfastened my skirt. “We shouldn’t play this game.” The rasp in his voice meant his panther was taking him over.

“What game? I’m not playing any games.” My breath caught when I revealed the sharp edges of his hip bones. He was sculpted in marble.

“You love the game, Kristin, as much as I do.” He stroked my naked thighs when he removed my skirt, leaving it pooled on the ground. My hallowed silk piece covered me from my collarbone to my mid-thigh. It wasn’t much different from a modern swimming suit, but it was thin, enhancing my curves.

Cool air chilled my skin as I unbuttoned his trousers, the fabric straining over his crotch. He hissed a breath when I ran my thumb over the waistband of his hallowed silk underwear, wishing to see his hard length.

“Careful, Kristin.” He trailed his fingers over the hem of my suit, lifting the strap slightly.

“Or what?” I yanked his trousers down, enjoying the sight of his strong thighs. At the same time, he pulled me closer.

“Or I might stop playing and start being serious.” There was a rasping growl in his tone that crawled up my skin. He kicked off his shoes and got rid of his socks. “And you know my dark side.”

Yes, I did, and it shouldn’t excite me as much as the wetness between my legs proved.

When I went to untie my garter belt, he slapped my hand away. No gentle push to move my hands aside now. The merciless glint in his gaze sent a shiver up my back. His beast was nearly out, his energy rippling the air. Wearing only his special black briefs, he unclasped the suspenders, caressing my thighs as he went down. I was trembling when he inched my stockings down my legs, kneeling in front of me. His heated amber gaze never left my face.

He planted a kiss on my inner thigh, wringing a deep sigh from me. The purring of my beast filled my ears. He put my stockings aside, brushing his fingers over my thighs. Soft lips traced the curve of my hips and brushed the hardened tips of my breasts through the fabric of my suit. He sucked and rolled my nipple between his teeth and lips while his hand slipped between my legs.

I moaned shamelessly and widened my stance, the ache intensifying. He kissed his way down again, inhaling deeply at the junction of my thighs, his eyes half closed. I cried out when he pressed his lips against my throbbing nub, making me feel the tips of his fangs against my most sensitive skin. His body was shaking with the effort to control himself.

“Let go,” I whispered, tangling my fingers in his thick hair. “Just this once.”

With his hands cupping the globes of my bottom, he dipped his head. Somehow, the fabric of my suit was pushed aside, allowing his hot tongue into my heated flesh. The first wet lash of his tongue made me weak at the knees. The second made me shudder with mind-blowing pleasure.

He went deeper, lapping and sucking at my tender flesh, as if he’d wanted to taste me for a long time and now couldn’t stop himself. I should be ashamed, feel self-conscious, watching him licking my juices with desperate thirst. But it felt too good to leave space for shame. His tongue and lips were gentle against my heated nub, but his fangs stung enough to remind me he was on the edge of control. The mix of pain and pleasure exploded inside me with a shuddering release that had me staggering on my feet. He held me upright, his fingers gripping my rear, and kept stroking me with his tongue mercilessly until he drew out the last ounce of pleasure from me. I might have screamed his name. Or maybe I whispered it. I wasn’t sure. The world didn’t make any sense. Only the pleasure he was giving me did. When I was a quivering mess of wobbly muscles and nearly sobbing, he stopped and adjusted my suit.

Inch by inch, he straightened, his chest touching mine. With a possessive hand on my waist, he pulled me flush against his hard body.

“Ready?” he asked. His lips, glistening with wetness, were an inch from mine.

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in my voice.

He pushed me against him, burying his face in the crook of my neck and wrapping his strong arms around me. His hard length pressed against my belly, sending a new rush of pleasure through me. My beast leapt to the fore, roaring. A burning sensation coated my body as Roy and I merged, skins, muscles, and bones becoming one. Our hearts beat together. Our breaths mingled. It was like diving into the warm water of a bathtub after a cold day. The chilly air disappeared. Pure energy rushed through my veins, doubled by the intimate contact of my beast with Roy’s. How could I merge with someone else? How could I share this intimacy with a stranger?

Our hands formed paws the size of a tyre, covered in fawn fur striped with black. Thick legs replaced mine. Claws and fangs grew. My muscles lengthened and swelled. The feeling of being invincible was intoxicating.

We sprinted through the woods, laughing. There was nothing like unleashing the beast to let loose my happiness and fill me with energy. After the powerful release still humming through my body, every sensation was amplified. The smells and sounds of the woods filled my senses with the lives of dozens of animals and plants. It was odd, but in the space Roy and I shared inside the tiger, I could see him standing next to me, holding my hand, although our bodies were fused together. But at the same time, I could see our beast’s body as well. The two images overlapped, as if we were two people in a dog suit. I couldn’t wrap my mind around that, but whatever da Vinci had done, he’d done a great job.

“You’re happy,” he said inside my mind. That was another odd thing about the merging. We could hear each other’s thoughts. Or rather, he could hear my thoughts and let me hear his own only when he shared them. His control over the sharing of emotions was better than mine. Unsurprisingly.

“I am.”

A deer fled in front of us, its brown and white coat flashing through the trees. I could hear its fast heartbeat and smell the pungent scent of adrenaline as fear gripped it. My heart gave a kick, and I sped up. My beast’s instinct was to chase it and…kill it? Lord, no. I wasn’t a hunter. I didn’t kill for pleasure. The beast groaned when I pushed down the urge to chase the poor animal.

Roy chuckled. “We’re beasts. What did you expect? The deer was running in front of us, and what runs is prey.” A growl rose from him.

“I’m not going to kill a scared creature.” I forced the beast to slow the pace, but since Roy was still running, the result was an awkward, grinding halt that caused us to tumble over the rocky ground. Coordination was everything when two beasts merged.

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