2: Leer - Pack Takeover (4 page)

I threw my head back. It was a glorious feeling, to have him so worked up.

To know I was gonna get laid.

And not just that, that the man doing it was practically built like a god.

Leer warned me, “Kayty, don’t be afraid.”

Afraid? I was reveling in the moment.

Maybe not smart enough to take the warning and run?

His grip tightened and his whole body went still. The most excruciating moment of his life, he says. He wasn’t used to holding back the shift.

That’s what they call it when they change. Shapeshifting.

He whispered, “Don’t move. Please… don’t move.”

Sensing his need for compliance, I stopped moving. I didn’t realize it before--but I’d been rubbing back against him as much as he’d been doing me.

His hands dropped to my hips. He breathed heavily into my hair. He whispered, “Gaia, you’re sexy.”

I rolled in his arms. I slid my hands up around his neck and said, “I have never wanted…sex…like I want it right now.”

Then I kissed him. It wasn’t one of those sissy little girl kisses, either. I felt like a woman, and I wanted him to make no mistake. I wanted to be treated like one. And I was going to give as good as I got.

His arms wrapped around me, lifting me off my feet. He carried me to the bed and laid me back, half climbing on top of me.

Leer has some pretty great tongue action. Like I said, he can really kiss. I probably could have been caught up in that for the whole night--if it hadn’t been our first time. We didn’t kiss for long before he pulled back, peeled off his jeans and came back to me.

The guy
growls
, and it’s such a turn-on. I mean, you know he’s enjoying himself, wanting more, coming to get it. His hands were all over me. Before long, one slipped down between my legs, touching my crotch through the thin patch of nylon there. It was wet.

I felt him slip a finger under the elastic. Then he got a real grip--and ripped.

I didn’t care. Just get rid of the barriers.

I said, “Wait.” I pushed him back--off of me--so I could sit up. I undid the zip on my skirt, then lay down again and wiggled it over my hips. He helped. Like all the rest of our clothes, it got flung.

Okay. So this is the point where I’m totally naked in front of this guy. No barriers whatsoever. And I’m not shy. I’m reaching up to him, like come and get it, ya know?

But he stands there--in all his glory--breathing heavily--looking me over.

I begged, “Please!”

He said, “You know I’m not gonna be able to stop at once.”

I kinda blinked, because no, I didn’t know that.

Honestly, at the time, I couldn’t really believe the whole wolf and dog, half man, shapeshifter thing. That’s science fiction. Or fantasy. Right?

I tried to be funny. I said, “Stop talking and give it your best shot.”

He looked down at his cock then. And so did I.

It was huge. Like his fingers, long. They clamped around it, and I could see he was squeezing it. Holding it back from erupting right there? I think… maybe. It was out-and-out dripping.

He shook his head, like he was disgusted with it. He said, “Let me just--” He rubbed it--maybe three, four strokes. It blew like a volcano. It spewed. Over and over again.

I was a little disappointed. I guess it showed. He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry now. This is a good thing.” He kept stroking it.

“Leer?” I propped myself up on my elbows.

“Yeah.”

“Do you always do this?”

“No.” He let go of himself and climbed onto the bed. Kneeling over me, he said, “No. I usually just take what I want, give what I can. I don’t worry much about--satisfaction for my partners.”

I was a little confused. I kind of laughed. “You mean--that was for
my
satisfaction? ‘Cause I’m not getting it.” Yeah, I was a little annoyed.

He put his hands to my thighs and started stroking up and down with a firm, possessive hand. Funny, but I could feel it all the way up my sides--to my breasts.

Definitely, his early release had helped him to relax. He’d stopped the growling.

Leer asked, “What do you like, Kayty?”

I
was
annoyed. I grumbled, “What do you think I like?”

Chapter Four

He leaned forward and kissed me sweetly. His eyes were open the whole time, and so were mine. He was sniffing me again. Smelling my breath.

Then, I guess the only thing I can say is…he proceeded to make love to me. I was all hopped up for something primitive. I know I was. I mean, he’d ripped my panties off, teased me out of my head while we were standing up. So, this turn was a big surprise.

I wasn’t sure what to think. I guess you could say I was a little wary suddenly, and tensing up.

His lips twitched in amusement. He whispered, “I can smell your irritation.”

I shook my head. “I’m not irritated.”

Wolf-grinning asshole. He said, “Wanna bet?”

I taunted, “If you’re done, get your clothes on.”

He laughed outright, shook his head. “I haven’t even gotten started.” He ducked his head and started kissing me. You know, little soft pecks.

I pushed at him.

He didn’t budge. Intent on administering his lips to my skin, his muscles were rock steady. He was over me, but not touching me with anything but his lips. I don’t really know how he managed it. But I think that is what annoyed me most.

I hadn’t relieved myself, ya know? My body was still aching, still crying out to be fucked. And there he was, playing schoolboy. Now, normally, I think I would have appreciated this foreplay. It was sweet.

Too sweet. It stripped me of my anger. Later, when he told me that the smell of anger turns him on, I had to ask--so why did you persist on sucking it out of me that first time? He said, “The first time had to be good for you. Not savage. There’s enough of that. You weren’t ready.”

For the longest time, I lay there, wanting to be mad. When I closed my eyes, the picture of him stroking himself, of releasing--well, it went from making me mad to turning me on. In no time flat.

Before long, I squirmed beneath him, arched toward him.

His lips moved down my body. He spent a little time--tasting--my breasts. That’s the only word I can really use. Leer…inhales things. He tastes. He savors. And that’s what he was doing with me--savoring.

Teasing the hell out of me.

He planted kisses on the underside of my breasts, lifting them, licking them, I think. And kissing them there. I’d never had that done before. He made a few guttural noises when he was doing it.

And then he moved on, trailing kisses down my tummy, readjusting himself lower on the bed. His lips stopped--just above the patch of hair on my pubic bone. Sniff. I know that’s what he was doing. He groaned.

Laying his cheek to my abdomen, he regained some composure. I had no idea what he was going through at the time. Let me just say self-control is not high on the list of garou traits. I mean, they work on it all the time. But it ain’t their forte.

I put my hand on Leer’s head. Torn a little between wanting to run my fingers through his hair and push his head down lower, I, too, struggled with self-control. I knew then that I would never forget that night.

I breathed, “Tell me you’re not gonna stop there.”

He was quiet for a few minutes before he managed a chuckle, shook his head and began his kisses again. The trail this time was short. Or quick. I don’t know. Avoiding the patch of hair, he kissed around it. First down to the inside of one thigh, and across to the other.

I was definitely frustrated at this point. Once or twice, his nose bumped into my crotch, but he was really avoiding it. Or so I thought. Now I know he was just…holding back, teasing
me
.

So I tilted my hips. My hands found their way to his head. I guided him to where I wanted him to kiss.

But those damn werewolf men…they have strong necks. Instead of narrowing in on my need, he flicked his tongue into the hair, kinda gnawed right there above the need. And that will drive you insane.

Before long, I was writhing, pushing his head, begging. So, when he finally got to that, I was sopping wet down there. His tongue--wolves have some seriously long tongues--managed to lap at my juices. I could hear it--feel it. Like he was at a pond. First he lapped up the outer drips. Then his tongue got bolder, taking longer licks, firmer sucks.

I felt his hands slide under me, helping me to get a better angle for his lapfest. He
was
having a party down there. And, oh my God! When he took it inside, I had nothing to do but grip the bed coverings and hang on.

Were-men are experts at cunnilingus. Anything to do with tongue action, they got it down. Down and deep, super slurping licks--just the right pressure of their mouth on a woman’s.

Slurp never was a sexy word to me before that night. But let me tell you, when a man is between your legs, greedily lapping up every spare droplet of your feminine juices--driving you to an edge you never saw coming--the lapping sound of him enjoying himself just heightens the pleasure. And when he reaches for the last of it, and you feel it all the way up inside of you, that tongue is a magic tool.

I came in spasms. And he kept tickling the inner spot that causes them.

But that wasn’t the end of it.