His answer was a tease and a promise. “Not this time.”
“Evil bastard.” Her knees against the bed gave her leverage, but he wasn’t letting her ride.
There was nothing to do but feel him, hard and huge inside as she squirmed in helpless little rocks.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he slid one hand to the small of her back, tilting her hips closer so her clit rubbed the base of his cock. “You want something? Take it.”
The slippery friction set off trembles, and she whimpered and pressed her forehead to his shoulder, not ready for release to claim her. Not when she’d dreamed of this a thousand times, when he’d been her fantasy for almost a year. She had to fix every bit of it in her mind, savor the slide of skin and the way his hands felt when he touched her with confidence and command.
She had to make this last forever.
Julio’s mouth was everywhere, licking and nipping at her throat and shoulders. He bent her back until he could close his lips around her nipple, sucking hard, and thoughts of forever shattered into need and now. She cried out, scrambling to clutch at the back of his head, and her plea came on a sob. “Fuck me. Please, please, Julio, please fuck me—” He lifted her hips and slammed her down—hard. So hard it should have hurt, and maybe it did. Not as much as his shoulders had to hurt when she raked her nails across them with a snarling cry. The roughness snapped the leash on self-control, and she surged up and bit his chin in rough challenge. “Fuck me.”
Instead of another hard thrust, he rolled his hips up against hers. “No patience,” he rumbled.
“I like it.”
No patience and no self-control. She’d never wanted so hard without being caught in the grip of the mating urge, but that desire had always held a sick edge of helplessness. She’d submitted to it because she didn’t know how to stop, because biology hadn’t made her strong enough to deserve a choice.
This was choice. It was her choice when she licked his throat and set her teeth there, marking him as the roll of her hips shoved her higher. It was her choice when she planted both hands against his shoulders and shoved with all of the strength in her, driving him back against the bed so she could take him even deeper.
It was her choice to stare down at him, panting and so close to the edge, and give him everything. “Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
His jaw tightened, and his nails bit into her skin. He gripped her hips and dragged her closer as he drove up, not just once this time but over and over. Her hands slipped from his shoulders, and she clung to the bedding and moaned every time he fucked up into her.
Four times, five at the most, and it was all she could take. Every muscle in her body seized at once, drawing tight as she strained toward relief. A desperate keening noise escaped her lips, a plea for something, and then her entire body was in movement, squeezing and clamping, and she bit his chest to keep from screaming at how good it felt to come around his cock.
Julio went rigid, his muscles shaking and tense. Then he rolled her beneath him and ground against her with a tortured groan. One hand wound in her hair, and he pulled her head back and bit her as he shuddered.
It was so fucking perfect she rubbed up against him, slicked her pulsing clit against his shaft until pleasure fractured again. Sharp and fast, too fast for another deep, muscle-clenching orgasm, but it still forced a cry from her throat as Julio eased his grip on her hair.
He was panting as he propped himself up on his elbows. “No patience at all,” he murmured with a smile.
Sera laughed and nudged her hips against his. “Who needs patience? We’re shapeshifters.
Don’t tell me you can’t go again if you want to.”
“Of course I can.” His smile turned to a dirty grin. “That’s not the point.”
Her fingertips were still tingling. She curled her toes in the sheets and tried to decide if the sensation was lingering pleasure or something deeper stirred by his smile. “I was too turned on for epic sex. There’s such a thing as too many orgasms, you know.”
“You don’t say.”
Yeah, Julio had probably driven women over that edge before. God knew she’d let him push her into exhausted madness, whether it took a day to recover or not. She slid her fingers down his back and grinned when they bumped into his jeans riding low on his hips. “I take it back.
You should totally tie me to the bed and see how many it takes.”
“Tomorrow. Or the next day or…whenever.” He kissed her softly.
It was a sweet kiss. Warm lips and lazy tongue, the kind of kiss that said he had nowhere to be and nothing he’d rather be doing. Just like his words.
Whenever. Like they’d be together in a week, or a month. Like there wasn’t going to be a time when he couldn’t say, Hey, honey, I’m going to screw you silly tonight. She was reading too much into a tiny word, more than the word should possibly mean, but he was still kissing her, licking her, loving on her as if the fucking had been nice but this was the prize.
She was stupid to fall into it. Josh was out there somewhere, and he’d chase her until he found another coyote to knock up, or he ended up dead. And he was the least of it, because there was only one of him. There were dozens of wolves who would look at her and see something disgusting. A coyote corrupting one of their leaders, an excuse to challenge him, disobey him.
Worse than being a changed wolf. Worse than being human. She was alien, an exotic kink, a dirty secret, and she’d ruin any chance he had at making a difference in their world.
But he was still kissing her. Still touching her, and she’d lied to Anna because there wasn’t anything little about how she felt. She was falling in love with Prince Charming, and midnight would be here before she knew it.
Chapter Nine
Julio was getting used to waking up with Sera in his arms.
It made him not want to crawl out of bed. So he snuggled closer and nestled his face in the crook of her neck. “More sleep.”
“Mmm.” She’d showered and braided her hair before bed, but little pieces always escaped, and they tickled his nose as she tilted her head. “Morning. Or good night again. Whichever.”
“Morning.” The slanting light drifting through the curtains was too diffuse to be anything but.
“Early.”
“Then we can stay in bed.” Her voice was husky with sleep, and warm. Unguarded. “You don’t get to leave. I’d get cold, since you wouldn’t let me put on clothes.”
Because he hadn’t been willing to give up the soft press of her bare skin against his. “Like your tiny pajama shorts would keep you warm anyway.”
“You just like my ass,” she mumbled. “Don’t deny it. I know you’re an ass man, Mendoza.”
“Guilty.” Hers was round and firm, and his mouth watered as he smoothed his hand down over her curves.
She stretched sleepily under his touch, all but purring as she rolled onto her stomach. “Lucky me. You should spend some time appreciating mine.”
Her back arched, thrusting her backside up on display. “Must not be too cold,” he whispered, sweeping the sheet aside. “You’re encouraging me to do this.” He leaned down and bit her ass.
Her moan of appreciation was just getting interesting when a knock rattled the door.
“Mendoza? Put some clothes on and open the door, would you?”
Wesley Dade. Julio sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face with a groan. The biting retort died on his tongue when he realized there was no good reason the psychic should have been standing outside his motel room.