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“Yes,” she rasped in husky whisper.

He growled in approval, bolstered by the fact she’d answered
without hesitation. Those nervous glances he’d received in the kitchen were
long gone, replaced by pure, undeniable sexual need. In light of what he was
about to do, he considered that a right good fucking thing.

Being relaxed, in this circumstance, was as important as the
kindling for a fire.

His hands went to her hips and he snagged the thin edge of
her panties in his thumbs. Extending his claws, he rent the lace in two. When
the scrap of material fell away he used his hands to part her thighs and make
room. Placing his shoulders between her bent knees, he moved slowly from
side-to-side, forcing them apart.

His breath caught at the glorious sight laid out before him.

Her pussy lips were puffy, pink and swollen. The tiny, pearl-sized
clit at the top was enlarged, revealing itself by escaping the confines of its
protective hood. A glistening sheen coated the labia, the creamy dew of her
cunt shimmering wickedly in the lighting.

Getting situated on his elbows and stomach, he pressed his
left hand beneath her ass and cupped her cheek, slightly clawed fingers digging
into the softness of her skin as he guided the weeping flesh toward his mouth.
Bringing his right hand around, he parted her outer lips with his thumb and
index finger, basking in the varying shades of pink and ivory that unfurled and
left her completely vulnerable to his eyes, fingers and lips.

The scent of her arousal was simply too much, and his mouth
became dry in anticipation of finally experiencing what he’d dreamed about for
weeks. It was time to discover what this female—
his female
—tasted like.

He flattened his tongue and started at the perineum, licking
the slick, honeyed flesh in a firm steady stroke. By the time he was midway to
her clit she was trembling violently, fingers fisting the comforter so tightly
her knuckles were a ghostly shade of white. He pressed the advantage, relishing
and devouring the cream that gushed hotly from her pussy and coated his tongue.
One good flick across that ever-swelling nub waiting at the finish line would
send her over.

Releasing her inflamed labia, he quickly moved his fingers
down, timing it so that two slid deeply into the welcoming heat of her sex as
he drew her clit between his lips and sucked. She came in a maelstrom of high-pitched
wails and violent thrashing, the velvety smooth vaginal walls spasming around
his fingers.

“Please, Diskant.” She writhed beneath him. “Oh god, it’s
too much.”

Relentless, he fed the intensity of her orgasm, forcing her
to ride out wave after wave of pleasure even as he keyed her up all over again
with fevered flicks of his tongue and started working toward a second. The
newfound soreness and sensitivity of her clit would only take her higher,
building into a climax that would have her seeing stars. All he had to do was
force her to find the pleasure in the minimal pain, get her past the point of
discomfort to bring on sheer bliss.

Pistoning his hand at the wrist, he pounded into her with
hard strokes, pulling out until the pads of his fingers were skimming the
entrance before plunging back in to the knuckle. Her whimpers and mewls were
music to his ears, her musky taste exactly as he’d known it would be. A surge
of hot liquid and she was coming on his tongue again, juices coating his lips
and chin. She threatened to wriggle loose and he moved the hand at her ass
around and clasped her belly, forcing her to remain as she was.

When she went limp, chest heaving and legs shaking, he slid
from the bed and started removing his clothing. The boots took longer than he
would have liked and his turtleneck suffered as a consequence. He ripped the
garment in two, uncaring of where the pieces fell. The leather pants survived
courtesy of their durability and the slickness of the leaking pre-cum at the
crotch, sliding easily off his legs and ankles until he stood totally naked
before her.

* * * * *

Ava’s eyes felt like saucers when Diskant ripped away his
leather pants, leaving him completely nude. Her body was still tingling from
the second orgasm—something she had never achieved before—her breaths coming
and going in frenetic pants. He was ruggedly beautiful, all brawn, tanned skin
and muscle. Hip bones were prominent, showcasing the washboard abs etched along
his abdomen. A mat of raven-black fur adorned his chest, matching the thatch
that began just below his navel and traveled down.

Anxious, she stared at the huge erection that stretched to
his bellybutton. The bulbous head was nearly as large as her wrist, the skin
along the tip a dark shade of pink that lightened toward the base. Several
large and swollen blue veins ran along the shaft, vanishing as they neared the
glans.

Generally she found a man’s genitalia to be less than
appealing. However, in all fairness, the prejudice might have been garnered
from past experience. While Martin enjoyed a blowjob, it was something she
didn’t bestow on a regular basis. No one could ever understand the true throes
of sexual frustration until they’d swallowed a load for the team and were left
with a raging libido and a snoring partner.

The first time, shame on him. The second, shame on her. The
third, well, she got wise and stopped offering altogether.

It might not have been so bad if Martin had reciprocated,
which was another profoundly monumental difference between Diskant and her
prude blast from the past. Diskant, god bless his soul, liked to give oral. The
throaty growls of satisfaction as he gave her pleasure couldn’t have meant
anything else.

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?”

All propriety and doubt fled, replaced by raw desire. “You
know I do.”

“Then tell me.”

Breath hitching as he rolled his hips again, she gasped,
“Tell you what?”

“That you’re mine.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can.” He pumped his hips and the wide head divided
the outer labia, brushing against those innermost lips, and sent prickles of
electricity across the sensitized skin. “Say, ‘I’m yours, D’.”