Good old Stacey. Good for a fuck but not much else.
Story of my friggin’ life. She glared at him, waiting for another verbal attack.
She didn’t expect him to plunk his ass down on the hard ground and meow up at her.
“Huh?”
He lifted his head and waited, motioning her near.
She took a hesitant step forward, angry at herself for acting timid in front of him. Scrounging up her nerve, she reached him and placed her hands on her hips, hoping she seemed more aggravated than nervous. “Well, Chastell? What now?”
He nudged her to pet him. She did, not knowing what else to do. The feel of his soft fur under her hand started to soothe her. She watched him enjoy her touch, and something inside her softened. Like this, she could pretend Dean liked her. The man disappeared in the feline sitting so close. Acceptance warmed her from the inside out as she knelt and rubbed behind his ears. She scratched her nails along his back in a repetitive rhythm that had him purring up a storm.
“Don’t let this go to your head, but you’re actually a very attractive cat. If you’d stay like this forever, I might consider you good enough to make a house pet. What do you think of that?” she asked with a smile, imagining Dean at her condo in Miami, lazing in the sun while she worked on her designs.
He licked her face with a little too much force and she stumbled back onto her butt. He was over her in seconds and transformed back into a man, effectively caging her between his hard, warm body and the ground. His arms were like tree trunks rooted on either side of her head, and if she wasn’t mistaken, something long and hard prodded her belly.
Chapter Four
“I think being your pet would have its perks. I’d see you every day, and we’d play together.”
“Play?” She tried to squeeze her legs tight, knowing he’d likely smell what he did to her.
He inhaled, and she felt her cheeks heat. “Oh yeah. Play.”
“So you’re not mad anymore?”
He didn’t answer, but his eyes darkened. “Play. We’d start with me licking you all over.”
“Dean.” His name didn’t come out at all like a warning, but like an invitation she couldn’t resist.
“Let’s try it, hmm?”
He kissed her cheek and followed with a brief touch of his tongue. Then he did the same to her other cheek. Her forehead. Her chin. He moved to her mouth, and the desire in his eyes stole her breath. “What do you say, princess? How about you give me some of that sweet cream you’ve been hiding? For your little pussycat.”
Dean watched her eyes as he unbuttoned her jeans. He unzipped them and pushed them down her legs. In a hurried move, he whisked her shoes, socks, jeans and panties from her body. “Now your shirt and bra. Take ’em off.”
Worries about Hunters, Quince and Lex faded next to the wave of desire crashing over her. She was going to do it. Stacey was going to have sex with Dean Chastell.
But it wouldn’t mean anything, she reminded herself. Just putting this to rest so she could scratch sex with Dean off her to-do list.
“You do it, hillbilly,” she dared him.
His grin should have warned her. He ripped the buttons off her blouse as the shirt came off and had her bra open and gone in seconds. Then he latched onto her nipple and sucked a small shriek out of her.
“Shh, quiet. Don’t want Quince’s cats to come in here investigating.” He winked down at her and angled his cock so that it rested between her thighs. He felt so hot, so thick. She wiggled her hips as he sucked her other nipple, pulling a moan from her.
“That’s it. Put that sweet cream all over me.” Dean ground against her, his pelvis mashing her clit while his cock slid between her folds. “You smell so good. I’ve been dreaming about this,” he murmured.
His mouth moved from her breasts down her belly, past the thin strip of hair over her mound. He pushed her legs farther apart and used his thumbs to part her folds. He stared at her down there for a moment before meeting her gaze.
“I’m going to eat you until you scream. Then I’m going to fuck you hard, princess. No more teasing. No more waiting. It’s time.”
He didn’t give her a chance to protest—not that she would have. He sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down with enough pressure to shoot her into orbit. Like a firecracker, she came so hard she saw stars. But the stubborn cat wouldn’t stop. He continued to lap her up, licking with that tongue that didn’t know how to quit. And he purred while he did it, the masculine rumble filling her with pleasure, because she knew he truly enjoyed tasting her.
She should have been embarrassed that she’d come so easily, but she wasn’t. The cat inside her rolled and stretched, loving the attention of a worthy mate.
“God, that’s so good,” she moaned and gripped his hair. She wanted more, but with him inside her this time. “Again.”
He kissed her clit and her thighs and eased up from her, still in a crouch. “Oh, baby, you bet your ass again.”
Before he could lower himself to her once more, she scratched his shoulders. “Inside me this time.”
He gave her a look that made her tingle all over. “Don’t worry. I’ll come inside you. But not yet. Not until I say it’s time.”
Stacey wanted to argue, but she liked him telling her what to do. A surprise, because she’d never been into dominant men. The few who’d tried, she’d sent packing. But with Dean, it felt…right.
He kissed her clit, this time putting his fingers inside her, stretching her. His tongue felt like heaven and hell, increasing her need while giving her such ecstasy. She felt him with every part of her. Physically and emotionally, and he scared the crap out of her.
“Christ, you’re tight. And so fucking sweet,” Dean growled. “I’m not gonna last.”
She didn’t want him to last. She wanted him inside her. To come and be done, so she could put this behind her, forget him as if he’d never mattered. Because to her chagrin, he did.
He teased her some more, and she writhed over the ground, not caring about the cold or discomfort. Nothing existed for her but Dean and his wild mate-scent. Her cat wanted more. She purred and grunted, snarling inside Stacey to be set free to capture the cagey male.
Stacey was losing her grip on herself as the pleasure spiraled. Her nails lengthened and she felt the spark of change overtake her.
But Dean wouldn’t let her. He rushed over her body, nudged her thighs wider and slammed inside her in one deep, hard thrust, grounding her cat to her woman’s body once more.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it. God, let me have it. All of you. Yes, yes,” he groaned as he took her, pumping with such ferocity she could only lie beneath him and take the delicious pounding.
He ground against her clit with each pass, and when he kissed her and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, invading even there, she exploded.
She arched up as she came, clenching him tight inside.
He ripped his mouth away and shouted, releasing all that warm seed that belonged to her. Dean groaned and shuddered, coming hard. To her shock, he didn’t stop moving. His orgasm blossomed into another, and he kissed her everywhere he could reach as he filled her up.
“Christ. Oh baby. Stacey, honey.” He hugged her tight, and that affection after such an explosive coming together turned her into an emotional mess. The beauty of such togetherness made it hard to think.
They lay there in silence while she dwelled on what had happened. He leaned up from her and swept her hair from her face with gentle hands. He kissed her, his lips lingering and stirring an impossible need for him again.