Like a jungle predator, he bent at the waist, placed his hands on the bed and began crawling across the mattress in her direction. Bold and brazen, she sat up, folded her legs beneath her and rose to her knees. Even situated as she was she was much smaller, so that when Diskant stopped before her, mirroring her stance, his cock was high enough that she only had to crane her neck slightly to take him into her mouth.
There was no prelude, no sensuous teasing with her tongue and lips. She grasped the base in hand, lowered her head and sucked the red crown of his cock into her mouth. His taste wasn’t bitter as she expected. Instead she welcomed a pungent flavor of heady spice and salt, wild and untamed, dangerous yet absolutely fascinating.
“God, yes,” he groaned.
After the tip was wet she started working her way down, coating the warm skin with her saliva until she was able to take half his length. Two passes and he was primed. Her lips glided across, her tongue wrapping beneath. Grasping the base with her fist, she sucked in earnest on the return trip to the tip.
“Ava.” Fingers wound into her hair and tugged. “Look at me.”
For some reason the request was harder to obey than she thought. Keeping her eyes on his abdomen meant she could keep her emotions in check. Something undeniable was happening between them but until that moment she hadn’t truly considered the ramifications of what she was allowing to transpire.
She felt exposed when she eventually did as he asked, staring past his stomach and chest, meeting his glowing gold eyes. His jaw was taut, a muscle in his cheek clenching. His dark hair was unkempt around his shoulders, a few wispy strands caught in the bristles at his chin.
“I knew you would look beautiful sucking my cock. Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this? Envisioning you on your knees, staring up at me with those big blue eyes while those cock-rocking lips swallowed me down?”
A flood of heat escaped her sex and she moaned in response, unable to talk as the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. He groaned, twisting his fingers into her short hair, pulling almost painfully on the strands. Redoubling her efforts, she lowered her torso and relaxed her throat, allowing the tip to gain another inch as she swallowed him down.
“Fuck, yeah.” He rolled his hips slightly. “Just like that, baby.”
He guided her head with his hands, setting a slow, steady rhythm. She sucked until her jaw ached, desperate to please, driven to see his eyes close in pleasure as a husky purr echoed from his chest. His eyes shifted color when he opened them and, as they had in the club, the color changed from yellow-gold to vibrant green to an intense shade of silver.
“Every single night I’d go to bed hard as a baseball bat. It didn’t matter how many times I jacked off in the shower. I could still smell you when I fell asleep, and that was all it took. I couldn’t escape you, not even in my dreams. You haunted me every goddamn night.”
He pried her away from his cock when tears pooled in her eyes and she tried to mask what she couldn’t control and didn’t understand.
Why should she care that Diskant had thought of her as often as she had him? He didn’t owe her anything. He said she was his mate, but men said all kinds of things to lure women into their beds. One good fuck and he’d learn she was right. As soon as he accepted she wasn’t the mate he believed her to be she’d be watching him drive away on the very Harley he rode in on.
Jesus if the thought didn’t sting.
“Ava,” he whispered quietly, pressing her back into the mattress and pillows. “I’m right here. I’m going to stay right here.”
Horrified, she realized she’d mumbled her thoughts aloud. Sharing Diskant Black’s bed was one thing. Giving him access to her insecurities and emotional hang-ups was something else.
“I can’t do this,” she whimpered, struggling to get free.
She lashed out at him like a cornered creature, scratching and clawing, kicking and slapping. He forced a knee between her legs while warding off her blows, captured her wrists in his hands and forced them over her head. Pressing a portion of his weight upon her chest, he waited for the outburst to run its course. Within seconds her energy waned and she stopped fighting, breathing raggedly against his skin.
“Ava.” His voice was soft and raspy, without a hint of exertion, and the realization that her efforts were nothing more than an intrusive nuisance infuriated her all the more. “I told you I’d be patient but that you couldn’t shut me out. That’s what you just tried to do, and I won’t have it. One thing you should know right now about being mated to a shifter: we never lie to each another—ever.”
Drawing a deep breath to collect herself, she informed him on the exhale, “I’m not your mate.”
“We’re back to that, are we?”
“We never left that!”
“Oh, kitten.” His eyes shifted to that vivid shade of jeweled emerald and he smiled mischievously. “You turn me on when you’re angry. I can’t wait to learn what pisses you off so I can get you good and fired up just to cool you back down.”
“Would you listen to yourself?” She was positively seething and embarrassed. “You don’t know me, Diskant. Tomorrow morning I’ll be just another notch on your bedpost. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I didn’t have any illusions about what was going to happen when I asked you to bring me to your bed. But I would appreciate it if you stopped blowing man-ho smoke up my ass. Save the pillow talk for a woman who’s gullible enough to buy it. Play with my body, not my heart. That’s off limits.”
“Are you finished?”
“Not really.”
“Tough, it’s my turn.”
He wriggled his hips and forced her to spread her legs. Shifting to the left, she felt the tip of his cock slide against the inside of her thigh. The iron-hard width of the crown slipped across the still-wet folds of her cleft and she closed her eyes, arching her hips without conscious thought. The motion caused him to glide against her clit, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle a hoarse moan.
“I try to get a word in and you go and do something like that. You’re killing me.”
“Let me up,” she groaned, unsure of why she said it as it was the last thing she wanted.
He rolled his hips back and away. The solid warmth against her sex evaporated and she nearly cried out at the loss. Her clit was pulsating again, desperate with the need to be touched. He returned with a sensual thrust of his hips and slid the tip of his cock against her slick seam, gaining a high-pitched mewl from her throat.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes.” She tried not to wince at the uncertainty in her voice, but knew he heard it just the same when his corresponding chuckle resonated in her ears.
“Why does that sound like a no to me?”
Because it is? Gnawing on her cheek, she refused to answer.
Damn if this man didn’t wreak havoc on her mind and senses. Her nipples were hard again, the walls of her sex clenching and releasing, demanding she do something to appease the ever-present cramplike ache.
“Do you have any idea what that scent does to me?” His voice changed, so throaty the vowels were distorted. “It drives me mad smelling you, knowing your cunt is dripping wet and hot as hell. If it were possible I’d go down on you at the same time I fucked you. That way I could taste your cream when you came around my cock.”
She groaned when he rolled his hips again, sending slivers of heat spiraling through her veins. “Do you want this?” His shaft nudged the mouth of her pussy and she gasped, unable to look away from his eyes as the irises changed from green to silver. “Do you want to know what it feels like to have me inside you?”