Mate by the Music (2 page)
Scott smiled. “We were all raised with a shifter family hidden next door. I guess you could say we’re all
shifter-friendly
.”
“That’s good.” She leapt on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and nearly sent them crashing to the floor before he caught himself. “Because I want to see if you’re telling me the truth. Can you make me come, human? I almost never do.”
I’ve completely lost my mind
. Had her wolf finally taken over all her senses? What the hell did she think she’d accomplish fucking a human in Gunther’s bar like she didn’t have a care in the world? Gunther counted on her to be his sensible employee. The one who wouldn’t lose her head because she couldn’t afford to.
She’d just confessed to this male that she shifted.
Bloody Hell
.
He kissed her hard, pushing her back against the jukebox. She’d denied him her mouth earlier. However, since she’d already told him her secret, there didn’t seem much point in not touching mouths with the man.
Bloody hell, the man can really kiss
. His firm, moist lips pressed against hers, pushing through her barriers with his tongue. Music filled the room and the vibrations from the jukebox added naughtiness to her actions, serving to remind her with each touch that she indulged in something she shouldn’t.
He moaned, his cock jumping. She’d made him hard again in almost no time with just a kiss. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so powerful.
He grabbed hold of her hair, scrunching it in his hands. Leaning back, he gazed into her eyes. “You are so fucking hot.”
She could deny it, she supposed. Most men didn’t give her a second glance and she had no problem with that. Why would she want to waste her time with shifters who wanted to dominate her, or human males who’d betray her? But Scott honestly seemed to find her incredibly attractive.
She stared at his face for a moment, memorizing it. His red hair—almost a strawberry blond—and blue eyes, gave him an innocence his gaze didn’t support. Holding her up and ready to fuck her, he seemed like a guy who knew the world and how to live in it.
“I’ve spent most of my life running. It’s what I do. It’s how I survive. I’m only here briefly until it’s time to disappear again.”
Oh, hell
. Why had she confessed that? Had something destroyed the common sense in her brain? He might be Stark’s brother, but she didn’t know him, couldn’t trust him for more than a night of hot sex.
He shook his head. “No more. Whatever it is, you don’t run from me.”
She swallowed. “That’s not an option. I don’t care what the papers say. Shifters aren’t safe. I won’t be shot down or caged like an abused dog.”
He tugged her shirt, lifting it over her head. “I’ll keep you safe.”
She kissed him, his words threatening to melt her insides and she couldn’t have that. Not with her life at stake.
His hands caressed her breasts, stroking them with his thumbs before unclasping her bra. He drew back from their kiss and leaned over to take her nipple in his mouth. He sucked and she stroked the back of his neck, digging her fingers into his skin. Her claws threatened to unsheathe, but she held them in check. Bedding humans had always been a problem—she had to be in control. Although truthfully, shifters didn’t do much for her either, most of the time. She never let herself go.
His hand massaged where his mouth had just been. “I’ve lost you.”
“What?”
“I could feel the second you disconnected from the moment. Relax. Just enjoy. I’ve got you.”
She placed her forehead on his shoulder. Even though he wouldn’t know the significance, she recognized her action.
Submission
. She’d lowered her head to him, given him permission to tell her what to do. She never gave anyone that right. Lack of pack meant she didn’t have to play second place to anyone.
Except she’d wanted to with Scott since the moment she’d had a taste of his sweat mixed with sand and seawater, his natural scent.
He massaged the back of her head and planted kisses on her neck. “I hate to tell you this, but you sucked me, brought me to completion faster than anyone else ever has, and now you’ve got me.”
She met his eyes. His words—they were exactly what she wanted.
Kissing him, she removed his shirt. Pale, toned skin. Abs that proved he took care of his body quite well. She reached out, stroking his chest almost reverently. He quivered under her fingertips.
“You’ve gone so silent, little wolf.”
“I just…want.”
“I know.”
And she suspected he did.
He pushed her skirt down. She hadn’t worn panties, hadn’t liked the lines under her skirt. His eyes widened. “You are totally bald.”
Her cheeks heated up. “I like it that way.”
“Holy shit.” He fumbled with his own pants, wincing as he got them down, managing to remove his briefs at the same time.
“You like my lack of hair?”
“Honey, I would like your pussy any way I could get it. Now, I just get a better view.”
He set her down on the floor and whispered in her ear, “Lean against the jukebox.” Then he dropped to his knees and stared at her mound. “We have to stop meeting this way.”
She giggled, covering her mouth. “What are you going to do?”
“Touch you everywhere.”
He reached upward, found her clit. In her experience, men always rushed. They touched her fast, in and out, then wanted to plow inside of her, get off, and be done with the process. Not Scott.
With a circular motion, he massaged her clit until dizziness threatened to overwhelm her. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the back of the music machine until her body pulsed with a need he had to fulfill. He fingered her. She may have screamed his name. A second finger joined the first and she came, convulsing around his hand.
Tears filled her eyes.
I’ve never had an orgasm like this one before
. And he’d done it entirely with his hands.
He wore no smug satisfaction, only curiosity and admiration. He crooked a finger at her. “Come down here.”
He caught her in his arms before she fell over. “I need to be inside of you.” He scooped up his pants and took a condom from his wallet. “It’s been in there for awhile. I try to be prepared.”
“Smart. Just in case a woman decides to force you to have sex with her in a bar.”
“Nothing forced about it. Just in case a fabulous brunette decides to give me the best night of my life.”
In seconds, he’d sheathed his cock. He scooted forward, taking her with him until he rolled on top of her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist again, loving the position. Her pussy wept and she desperately wanted his cock inside of her.
He inched forward until she accommodated him. His breathing quickened against her neck. Finally, he thrust. She cried out her pleasure. When had she ever been so full?
He progressed slowly at first, bringing her to the brink then taking her back. Sweat formed on his brow. She swallowed back more tears as release threatened to overwhelm her. The pressure built. She exploded again, the pleasure overtaking her and she sobbed, unable to stop the emotional assault of their mating.
Seconds later, he followed her and none of her fears mattered any more. An inhuman growl left her lips. She had to have what she wanted. Without thinking, she bit his shoulder.
He gasped then held onto her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoyed the moment. They’d mated on the floor of Gunther’s Bar and a more romantic moment never existed anywhere.
Releasing him, she licked his wound to clean it. It would scar. And she wanted everyone to see he belonged to her.
A perfectly sated Scott lay on the floor, one arm resting beneath his head. He smiled. “So I guess this means I get to take you over the desk in the back room every time you work now?”
She grinned. “Exactly.”
“I don’t like desks. But I might take you over the sink or on the back of my bike.”
“You rode in this weather?” She frowned. “Are you crazy?”
“I had to get here tonight.” He lay her down on his chest. “What is this song?”
Closing her eyes, she snuggled against him. “Don’t let me fall asleep on the floor.”
“That’s the name of the song?”
“Very funny.” She elbowed him. “I should bite you again.”
Beneath her, his cock stirred again. “Promise?”
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.
Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.
She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.
In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.
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