Untamed: An Alpha's Promise (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (10 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

They decided to stay an extra night in Vegas. Charmaine called her mother and Parker texted his, neither mentioning what they had just done but both happy that they were one step closer to making things official. When Charmaine was in the shower, Parker ventured into the labyrinth of shops connected to the hotel and spied the perfect wedding gift for her. The pearls glowed through the jewelry case and he envisioned Charmaine wearing them for years to come, smiling lovingly at him every time she put them on. He couldn’t wait to see her in the pearls - especially in
just
the pearls - and was glad they’d opted for the extra night away from all the distractions of daily life. He wanted to make love to his wife as often as he could here in their private paradise.

Later that night, when she was fresh from the bath, he pulled the towel from her body and sat her on the foot of the bed.

“Close your eyes and sit on your hands,” he requested.

She protested but did as he asked, giggling nervously as she tucked her palms beneath her thighs. He couldn’t resist a quick kiss before fetching the velvet box from the drawer where he’d stashed it this morning.

The pearls cascaded through his fingers as he swept her hair off her shoulder. For some reason he was nervous as he draped them around her neck and looped them so they spilled down between her swollen breasts. Her breath caught as the cold beads skimmed over her flesh, and her nipples peaked, causing his own sharp intake of breath as desire roiled through him. He was instantly and painfully hard as he admired her tits. Pregnancy had already made them gloriously sensitive. She had almost come the night before just from him sucking her nipples. Every time he reached for her he marveled about the tiny changes in her body, the sensual wonders of her feminine glory.

“Can I open yet?” she pleaded. He murmured his assent and she opened her eyes, looking down at the ivory strand and twining her fingers through the pearls with pleasure.

Her sapphire eyes glowed in the soft light. “They’re beautiful.” She inspected them in awe, preening in the mirror as they clicked against each other in her hand. She wrapped them around her wrist, then looped them back over her head so they draped down her back.

“Mmm, sit just like that.” She had her hair piled up on top of her head with one hand and her pearls twined draped through another when he came behind her. She held the pose until he slid behind her on the bed and grasped the necklace in his hand, dangling the beads over her and dipping them onto her sensitive flesh. She gasped every time the cool beads touched her skin. He raked them over her erect nipple and the rosy peak puckered. He danced them over her navel and her stomach quivered.

“I wish I had a hundred strings of pearls,” he whispered as he kissed his way across her shoulders, still teasing her front with the strands. “I’d tie you up with them like some kind of beautiful present and make you come once for every strand.”

By the time his fingers reached between her thighs, she was drenched from the sensation of the pearls dancing over her skin and from the words he whispered to her.

“I should get you presents every day,” he teased.

“You should touch me like this every day,” she moaned as he brushed his fingers lightly across her cunt, through the moist fur. “See how wet you make me?”

He growled and pulled her back until she was kneeling on the bed in front of the mirror, hair flung around her and cheeks rosy with desire. She locked eyes with him in the reflection.

“I want to watch you inside me.” The blood rushed from his head to his cock as she licked her lips and looked at him with sin in her eyes. “I want to watch us fucking.”

“Jesus, Charmaine!” She was no prude, but she was usually far more restrained than he was. Hearing her talk like that made him desperate with lust for her, deliciously aroused as he hastily unzipped his pants and positioned himself behind her supple body.

Charmaine arched her back as he eased into her. From behind it always looked to Parker like he was splitting her open, her plump ass divided like halves of a ripe peach in his hands. He clutched the creamy flesh as he rode her, fingers biting into her lush hips as he allowed himself to fall into the sweet delirium of being inside her.

In the mirror he could watch her face every second. Her lips parted and then pressed shut. She bit her lip, panted, gritted her teeth, but never took her eyes from him. He kept right on fucking her, dipping into her slick heat and riding her, clutching the pearls like reins as she moaned and trembled and bucked against him like a woman possessed by some insatiable succubus. She came, and came again, and came a third time before he allowed himself to get close to climaxing.

He cursed under his breath, his forehead covered in sweat as he wallowed in her depths. Charmaine was weary and her hair stuck to her where she was perspiring, but she still had that look in her eyes, that look that said,
I hope you’re not done with me yet
. That was the look he lived for, the look that he saw in his dreams long before he ever clasped this goddess in the flesh. It spoke to the power of claiming and being claimed, of the rightness of their Mating.

That look in her eyes was the last thing he saw before his body exploded in a ferocious blast that shot straight up his spine, seizing him with unbearable pleasure. He choked her name before shuddering against her and pinning her to the bed with his weight. Charmaine reached behind her head to explore his parted lips with her fingertips. Parker sucked them into his mouth and sighed at the taste of her fingers, redolent with their combined juices.

Later he nestled behind her and whispered stories about his childhood as he drew lazy circles with his fingertips on the place where their baby grew inside her. He was hard again but they were both too tired to do anything more than lie entwined together, so he nestled his straining cock between her thighs and cupped her close to him.

“I know you’re scared, but I won’t let anything come between us,” he vowed, and he could feel her smiling even with her back to him. When he brushed his hand across her cheek, his fingers were wet from her tears.

“Baby,” she murmured in response, kissing his palm. “I know you will. Nothing will ever come between us again.”

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