His cock grew even harder inside her pussy as he thrust faster. The grip he had on her hips held her in place while he just about pulled all the way out of her body only to slam back in.
Braelyn cried out at the first flutter of her orgasm. She moaned, pushing back to meet Skylar’s strokes as she came, her pussy clutching at his cock, milking him to his release. With a loud groan, he stiffened and pushed into her one final time, his shaft pulsing deep inside her.
Skylar put an arm around her waist and rolled them both to their sides with him spooned around her. His cock hadn’t softened a bit. She pressed deeper into his embrace. “You might be able to keep going, but I need a breather.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Rest. I don’t want to wear you out yet.”
Braelyn closed her eyes and relaxed against him. She’d take a little nap, then she’d be able to keep up with Skylar.
They made love, slept, and made love again. During the early evening, they broke that routine by ordering room service. But once the food was gone, Braelyn found herself back in Skylar’s arms again while he made her come. The man was insatiable. She lost count of how many times he reached climax without losing his erection. He could go for hours before it finally subsided. At the amount of calories she had to be burning, Braelyn didn’t think she’d have to watch her food intake with Skylar around. A good romp in bed would be all she’d need.
After the last time he’d made love to her, Braelyn had collapsed on the bed feeling as though she’d never move again. He’d taken her in every position imaginable. Her muscles felt like jelly, and she’d more than likely be walking funny the next day. Not that she regretted what she’d done to get in that condition.
Skylar must have sensed she no longer had the energy to make love one more time when he suggested they watch a pay-for-view movie offered through the hotel. Braelyn quickly agreed. The movie she chose was one that had vampires and werewolves in it. It was one she’d seen before, but Skylar hadn’t. Since she’d enjoyed it, Skylar had been pretty quick to agree with her choice.
Sitting naked in bed, propped up against Skylar while they watched TV, Braelyn couldn’t help noticing how critical he was of the werewolves in the movie. He made more than a few comments of “Yeah, right” and “That’s just plain stupid.”
After he did it for the fifth time, she turned her head to look at him. “I have to say I’ve noticed you’re quite critical when it comes to the werewolves, and yet you have nothing to say about the vampires. Is there a reason you’re so harsh when it comes to the shifters?”
Skylar’s gaze snapped to hers. “No reason. Why would I have one?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me? Do you have something against werewolves?”
“No. I actually like them.”
“So you’re just overly critical about this particular portrayal of them.”
“Well, some of the things are a bit farfetched, don’t you think? And why do they have to make them dumb beasts, hungering for the flesh of humans once they’ve shifted? And you can’t tell me all of them instantly become killers after being turned. Being a werewolf does not mean you end up having a personality adjustment and go crazy.”
Braelyn bit back a smile at Skylar’s rant. He had such a serious look on his face. “Listening to you, I would have to say you sound like some kind of werewolf expert.”
“I guess you could say that.”
“Oh, really now. And just where did you learn all things werewolf? Books, movies, or did you happen across a real werewolf and pick his brain?” Skylar opened and closed his mouth a few times as if he weren’t sure how to respond to her questions. Taking pity on him, she laughed. “The last part, about you meeting a real werewolf, was a joke. I know there isn’t such a thing as a werewolf.”
His face grew serious. “Since you’re the one that brought the subject up, let’s say werewolves were real. What would you think of them?”
She chuckled. “But they aren’t. It being a hypothetical question, I truly don’t know how I would react if I happened to come across one.”
“Okay, how about this? What if I were a werewolf and I kept it hidden from you? And say after you’ve gotten to know me better, I then reveal that secret. Would your feelings for me change because of what I turned out to be?”
“All right, I’ll play along.” She took a few seconds to think it over as she gazed at Skylar. He wore an expectant look on his face, as if how she answered would have some great meaning to him. “Okay, if you turned out to be a werewolf and could shift into some kind of half human/half wolf bloodthirsty beast, it more than likely would freak me out.”
“What if my type of werewolf isn’t like the ones in the movie? What if I could control when I shifted, and when I did, I only shifted into a wolf?”
“Like the wolves in the wild?”
“Exactly.”
“Then I would have to say I’d more than likely be able to handle that better. It would be closer to you being a dog.”
Skylar looked at her indignantly. “A dog? My wolf does not compare to a mangy dog.”
She laughed again. “For a hypothetical werewolf, you sure are touchy.”
“Being referred to as a dog is a great insult to werewolves everywhere.”
“I’ll have to remember that. I wouldn’t want to insult the wrong werewolf and have him bite, thus turning me into one of his kind.”
With a frown, Skylar said, “A bite from a werewolf doesn’t turn a mortal. You have to be born a werewolf to be one. Or in some cases, know someone special that has more magic than the average werewolf and uses a spell. Then the mortal would be turned into a werewolf.”
It was Braelyn’s turn to frown. “Okay, now you have me a little worried here. You sound like one of the geeks from my high school that were really into role-playing games. That’s all they ever talked about, and listening to them, you would swear they thought it was real. They sounded like you, talking about their make-believe world as if it were true life.”
A panicked look crossed his face. “I…ah…” Right then, Braelyn heard the muffled sound of a cell phone ringing. Skylar quickly jumped out of bed and reached for his discarded jeans. “That’s mine.” Once he fished it out the front pocket and looked at the call display, he said, “I’ll take this in the bathroom so I won’t interrupt the movie. It’s my sister, Saskia.”
Braelyn watched Skylar walk into the bathroom, her gaze lingering on his muscled ass. Once he shut the door behind him, she heard the sound of his voice as he spoke to his sister.
She turned back to the TV, not really paying much attention to the movie. Skylar’s reaction hadn’t been what she’d expected. She’d thought he’d bluster a bit and try to prove in some way he wasn’t a geek. Panic. Not something she thought she’d ever see on his face. He was so sure of himself in an alpha male sort of way. And considering the topic of their conversation had centered on something that didn’t exist, she felt he might have overacted just a tad.
About ten minutes later, Skylar came out of the bathroom. He put his cell phone on the small table on his side of the bed and then climbed in next to her. When he saw her looking at him, he said, “As I said, that was my sister. She called to give me more details about a job I have to do tomorrow. Even though it’s a family business, she’s what you would call our boss.”
“I thought you said you have the next few days off.”
“I do, but since everyone else will be busy taking care of a sensitive matter, that only leaves me to pick up the slack. Actually, it’s a job both of us will be doing.”