He nipped at her inner thigh, rumbling happily when she let out a little shriek. “Once I get in, I’m not leaving for a while,” he warned.
He leaned forward, scraping his teeth over the sensitive spot at the apex of her mound. She buried her hands in his hair and stopped fighting to get away.
Evan lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to get more room to work, then slid back in to enjoy himself. Using long slow licks followed by deep plunges, he tormented her until her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling the roots as she shook and came.
Hmmm. His cock might be rock hard, but he was already satisfied at making his mate happy.
He scooped her up and headed down the hallway. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“At the end of the hall, on the left. I can walk, you know.”
Evan clicked his tongue. “Damn, I didn’t do a good enough job then.” He pushed the door open with his shoulder. “Oh, now that is nice.”
He lowered her to the king-sized bed, staring into her eyes as he crawled over her, once again taking her lips. He was in the middle of a long, slow kiss when his hand touched something hard. He adjusted his fingers, and a click sounded.
Music burst out from nowhere.
Amy’s lips curved into a smile against his. “So that’s where I left the remote.”
Evan tossed the small object aside. “Now we have the perfect ambience.”
He supposed it was perfect. Classical music swelled around them as some guy with a deep voice bellowed in a foreign language. Evan was more interested in licking every inch of Amy’s perfect naked body. He put his teeth together over the curve of her neck, lightly enough not to be a mate mark, but with perfect pressure. She just about levitated off the bed.
She curled upright, swooping in on his belt and jeans. “Naked. Now,” she ordered.
“Eager.” Evan evaded her grasp and slid to his feet, debating if he wanted to get naked as fast as possible, or continue to push her delectable buttons.
“Desperate.” She scooted forward on her hands and knees, bouncing as she stared. “Hurry up, or I’ll tie you to the bed first next time.”
“That’s kinky.” He leaned on the bed and got his face right in front of hers. “Ropes can be added at some point, but I think you’ll be the one wearing them.”
“Too much talking, not enough fucking,” Amy complained.
“Savouring, remember?” Evan dropped his clothes to the floor. It took two seconds flat.
His mate swallowed hard, settling back on her heels. Her gaze dropped to take him in, and her look of appreciation made him rumble.
This moment had been a long time coming, and it had been totally worth the wait.
Amy let out a contented sigh as six-foot-something of muscular shifter stood before her in all his naked glory. He was sculpted and cut in all the right places. She’d finally gotten a good look at his tattoo, the words Whitehorse Forever waving on a banner that wrapped the rock-hard biceps. From his shoulders to his toes, she didn’t have any complaints.
She wasn’t even focusing on any sexual bits, but if she did…
“Whoa.” Okay, the sexual bits were as fine as the rest of him. Although bits was too…small…a word for what she was looking at.
Evan laughed, and his abdomen and other parts of his anatomy moved in the most interesting ways. “You’re drooling.”
“You’re gorgeous, and you know it. Now get your ass over here and stop making me wait.”
He prowled closer, the predator clear in every step. “You’re damned demanding.”
“What did you expect when you put two Alphas in bed?” Amy stared up at him as he stopped at the foot of the bed, close enough she could drag her nails across his ass cheeks.
“Hell, yeah. Do that some more.” Evan’s head fell back as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his skin. He moaned as she kissed her way past his belly button, headed for her target.
She swiped her tongue across the head of his cock, enjoying the constant rumble of pleasure rising from his chest. She moved slowly, running her tongue along the underside of the heavy shaft. Licking and getting him wet. Taking in his taste, which was oh-so-right, and far too addictive.
Only when she went to wrap her fingers around him, he broke free, grabbed her under the arms and collapsed onto the mattress with her on top of him.
The music station changed, this time to old-fashioned bluegrass. Evan dug under his back. “This thing is going to haunt me, I can tell.”
“I’ll teach you how to use it tomorrow. Just don’t push—”
The dim lighting was shattered by neon glaring along the ceiling. Brilliant red and blue strobes alternated with green and yellow, turning the room into a bad disco setting.
Evan sat up, his jaw falling open as he looked around. He kept a tight grip on her though, refusing to let her go even as he laughed. “Do I want to know?”
Her cheeks were red hot. “It’s a long story. Just give me the control.”
Evan held the small object in his hand, lifting it away from her so she couldn’t make any adjustments. “What happens if I push this button?”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
The bed started shaking under them. Evan collapsed back, clutching his stomach as he laughed. Amy joined him, because there was nothing else she could do.
Fiddles blared in the background, out of sync with the flashing lights. The bed switched from a constant shake to a slow undulating motion like the ocean.
“It’s like being on the set of a bad porno,” Evan gasped.
Amy crawled up his body and peeled the remote control out of his hand, pressing the stop button before collapsing onto his chest.
“Don’t say another word,” she warned.
Evan slapped a hand over his mouth, but his eyes sparkled.
Amy leaned down and bit his chest, hard. “One of the pack wanted to experiment with decorating. It wasn’t my idea, but I haven’t gotten around to changing it back.”
His hands settled on her hips. “Don’t go changing anything on my account.”
He shifted her higher, and suddenly all their important bits and pieces were lined up just right. He moved her again, rubbing her clit over his rigid cock. Laughter faded, but there was something a lot gentler between them now than even ten minutes earlier.
Amy reminded herself that great sex was fun and satisfying, and a good partner made a difference. She couldn’t dare wish for more, or she’d break.
Evan sat up, rearranging her so they stayed in contact, but he could touch her. Smoothing his hands up to her breasts and teasing with his fingertips until her nipples were tight and aching. He slipped his tongue along her ear, and put his teeth to the lobe and bit.
Laughter had changed the moment from a mere physical act to a connection between two people who maybe could learn to like each other as well as lust after each other.
“Give me your lips,” Evan whispered.
She set her mouth to his, rubbing back and forth. Sneaking out the tip of her tongue to trace the outline of his upper lip. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, pulsing in a way that made her heartbeat shoot skyward again.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Amy rose to her knees and reached between them, pressing the rock-solid head of his cock between her folds.
She looked into his face as she slipped downward. So full, so good. He helped her, hands tight to her hips, fingers splayed over her ass cheeks.
All the while his eyes never left hers. They were connected, his body deep inside hers, but it was the expression on his face and the tender look in his eyes Amy didn’t know how to deal with.
“If you don’t move in about two seconds, I’m going to lose it,” Evan warned, the words shaking as he spoke.