End of Night, page 17
Instead of stopping, she sucked harder at his plea, her hand stroking and squeezing, her lips a tight seal around his perfect, hot flesh. His hands tightened painfully in her hair, his back arched, and he came in her mouth with a growling roar that echoed in the room.
She swallowed everything he gave her and then licked him clean as he shook above her, his hands tight against her skull and a combination of purring and trilling escaping his chest with every heaving breath he took.
She leaned back, smiling up at him. “You taste delicious, Boone.”
He growled, his eyes glowing bright jade and his fangs gleaming in the faint light from the lamp.
“Little lamb.” His voice was a growling soft purr in the silence.
She gasped when Boone slid his hands under her arms, picked her up from the bed, and tossed her on her back in the middle of it.
“Holy fuck,” she said. “You just picked me up.”
She sounded completely stunned, but honestly, she was. She wasn’t a small woman, and while she loved her body, it wasn’t like previous boyfriends were clamoring to carry her around. She dated a cheetah shifter once who’d carried her to the bedroom on a particularly romantic Valentine’s Day, but it was obvious it’d been a real workout for him. She’d been tempted to tell him to put her down halfway through the journey, worried of an imminent heart attack based on the redness of his face and the vein throbbing in his forehead.
“Boone, how freaking strong are you?” she asked.
Boone growled deep in his throat and ignored her question, the look on his face one of feral need. She made a squeal of surprise when his nails turned to sharp claws, and he sliced her panties right off her body.
“Boone!”
He pulled off her panties, and she watched, desire coiling deep in her belly when he pressed the wet cotton gusset to his nose and inhaled deeply. He growled again, grinning at her like the predator he was as he dropped her panties and shoved her thighs apart.
“You,” his voice was low and thick, “smell so fucking good, little lamb.”
“Boone,” she whispered, her voice and her legs shaking as he traced his claws down the soft skin of her inner thighs.
He glanced at her, more beast than man, and her body trembled harder in response. Had she ever seen a man look at her with such desperate, feral desire?
“Need to taste your sweet pussy,” he growled. “Need you on my tongue.”
“Oh fuck,” she breathed out as he buried his face into her pussy. His fangs scraped against her wet pussy lips, and she arched, her hands clutching at his head as he licked from her entrance to her clit.
“Such a pretty cunt,” he growled against her.
He stiffened his tongue and fucked her with it. She cried his name, her thighs tightening around his head. His claws had returned to normal nails, and he shoved her legs apart, holding her open with his hard hands as he feasted on her pussy. His tongue was warm and wet, fucking her, licking her, driving her crazy with desire.
“Boone, please!” she cried out.
“My sweet lamb wants to come, doesn’t she?” Boone growled before giving her clit a slow torturous lick.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
“Come for me, little lamb,” Boone growled before sucking on her clit.
She screamed his name, screamed it until her voice cracked and her back bowed at the intensity of her climax. Hot pleasure sizzled across her body, lighting up every nerve ending. She collapsed against the bed, her body thrumming and buzzing, and watched as Boone yanked open the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom.
Her gaze dropped to his cock. He was hard and erect like he hadn’t just had his own orgasm, not even fifteen minutes ago.
“Impressive recovery time,” she mumbled, her body still shaking.
Boone growled out a string of curses that made her giggle. “What’s wrong?”
He threw the condom across the room with a growl of frustration. “Ripped the fucking condom.”
Before he could grab another, she patted his flat abdomen. “I’m on birth control, and tests are clear.”
He paused, his jade eyes gleaming at her. “Mine are, too.”
They stared silently at each other for a few seconds before Boone said, “You sure you’re good with going bare, sweet lamb?”
“Well,” she traced one finger across his abs, smiling when he purred loudly, “we did already have that one glorious bare thrust earlier.”
He purred to her again before pressing his dick against her opening. “Spread your legs for me.”
“They are,” she said a bit cheekily.
“Wider,” he pushed on her inner thigh. “I want a good view of your pretty cunt taking every inch of me.”
“Christ,” she breathed, letting her thighs drop open as a wave of new lust washed over her. “I had no idea you’d be a dirty talker, Boone.”
He purred to her as he pushed forward, and the blunt head of his cock disappeared into her body.
He moaned as he fed her an inch and then another. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He slid relentlessly forward, his hot gaze never leaving her pussy. When he was fully sheathed, they released matching moans, and Boone cupped one breast, tugging lightly at the barbell and groaning when she squeezed around his cock.
“Fuck, baby, don’t do that.”
“Then stop doing that,” she said breathlessly as pleasure arrowed straight from her nipple to her pussy.
He tugged once more, and she dug her nails into his hips. He growled, and she stuck her tongue out at him. He laughed and bent his head to kiss her. She could taste herself on his tongue, and she sucked eagerly at it as he made some short and hard thrusts before pulling back.
“Fuck, you feel so good around my dick,” he said. “Can you come from just being fucked?”
“Sometimes,” she said, “but not usually and never in this position.”
He nuzzled her neck, taking her hand and pressing it against her pussy. “Rub your clit while I fuck your pussy.”
She rubbed at her clit in the small firm circles she liked best, a little surprised at the pleasure it sent through her. She hadn’t come that hard in a long time, and to have another so quickly felt impossible. Only her body apparently had other plans.
As Boone fucked her with deep, slow strokes, she rubbed hard at her clit. Boone purred to her and wrapped one big hand around her thigh, lifting her leg so he could sink even deeper.
She moaned his name, rubbing furiously at her clit as she chased her orgasm. Boone moved hard and fast, his purring so loud it was all she could hear as he stared down at her. “You are so beautiful, Hedra.”
His words and the intensity of his gaze triggered her climax. She squeezed around him, moaning his name. It was less intense than the first, but the slow waves of pleasure seemed somehow sweeter as, still holding her gaze, Boone growled her name and thrust deep. He stiffened, his head falling back and his body shaking as he emptied himself into her.
He let his heavy body relax against hers for a moment, settling into her soft curves like he lived there, as he rested his forehead against hers. “Okay, baby?”
“So okay,” she breathed out.
He purred softly and pressed a gentle kiss against her mouth before easing out of her body. He put his arm around her, and she curled up against him, rubbing her fingers through the hair on his chest as he stroked her back with his fingertips.
“Do you like cuddling, or are you just trying to make a good impression?” she asked with a soft smile.
He pulled her even closer. “I’m a cuddler to the point where it probably gets annoying. Derek said my love language was touch. His was not, and he would occasionally get frustrated when -”
He stopped abruptly and sat up, clearing his throat and pushing to his feet. “You thirsty? I’m thirsty. I’ll get us some water.”
“Sure,” she said. She watched him leave before sliding out of bed and using the bathroom. When she returned to the bedroom, Boone was back in the bed with water for both of them.
She joined him, climbing under the covers and taking the offered water. “Thank you.”
He nodded before giving her a guilty look. “Sorry.”
She sipped some water. “For what?”
“Bringing up,” he paused, his cheeks reddening, “my best friend right after sex is… weird.”
She smiled at him. “It wasn’t.”
He still looked guilty and upset, and she leaned over and kissed his mouth. “Touch is my love language as well, so what do you say we do some hardcore snuggling and get some sleep.”
He purred to her. “You’re good with spending the night in my bed?”
“How will I get my snuggling in if I don’t?” she said with a teasing grin.
He purred even louder, and she laughed before setting her water on the nightstand and lying on her side. He shut off the light and spooned her, cupping her breast in one big hand before kissing the back of her shoulder.
They lay silently for a minute or two, Hedra tracing the bracelet around her wrist before she said, “Boone?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten that your middle name is Abigail. I’ll be demanding a full explanation tomorrow.”
He laughed and purred to her. “Happy birthday, little lamb.”
CHAPTER 20
Boone stared at the ceiling, moving restlessly in the bed. It was after midnight, and the house was quiet and dark. He should have been sleeping, but he missed Hedra with an impossible to ignore ache.
He wanted her to sleep in his bed. He wanted to hear her soft cries as she came around his cock. He wanted to be buried deep in her perfect pussy.
His tiger made an irritated growl. Go to our mate.
He sighed and turned on his side, staring at the wall. Last night had been incredible, and while he had no regrets, he did regret telling Hedra he was fine to wait until his nan moved out before they had sex again.
He also regretted not fucking her again before they met her family for breakfast this morning. But they’d slept in and were running late, and he’d assumed Nan would spend the day with Jerry, and he would have time to explore every inch of Hedra’s perfect body this afternoon.
He’d been wrong. Nan was there with Jerry and Michael when they returned home from breakfast. He’d had to work hard to hide his disappointment. He hadn’t gotten a minute alone with Hedra the entire day, and while his nan would know he and Hedra had slept together, he’d done what he promised Hedra he would do and acted like they were nothing more than friends.
He’d known it would be difficult not to touch or kiss Hedra but hadn’t understood the depth of the difficulty. He hadn’t been kidding about his love language being touch, and not being allowed to touch her, not getting to show Hedra just how much she meant to him, was an exercise in torture.
I want my mate.
His tiger’s constant begging to go to Hedra didn’t help Boone’s fragile willpower.
Go to sleep. Your tiger will go to her, and then you’ll get to be with her.
His inner voice was right, but he wasn’t the least bit tired. How could he be when he couldn’t stop thinking about how good it had felt to be in Hedra’s tight pussy? How warm and wet and -
His door opened, and his tiger’s warning growl turned to a trill of happiness when Hedra’s scent washed over them. Boone sat up, staring at Hedra as she gently closed the door and tiptoed across his room to the bed.
She dropped her robe, and he purred loudly at the sight of her gloriously naked body. His eyesight was better and sharper in the dark, and his cock hardened as he watched Hedra’s breasts sway as she slipped under the covers.
Without speaking, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. He started to say her name, and she pressed her finger against his lips, shaking her head. She bent and kissed him, her beautiful tits pressing against his chest.
He returned her kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth and teasing hers gently until she rocked against his erection. He cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over both her nipples, listening to the soft gasps she made into his ear as he twisted the barbells in her nipples. That made her pussy so wet he could feel her dripping on his cock, and he kissed her hard. He cupped the back of her neck, holding her steady as he explored her mouth. She ran her fingers across his flat nipples, arching her back when he shoved his hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit.
Her fingers dug into his chest, and she let her head drop back as she rocked against his fingers. He wanted her to come on his dick, not his fingers, so he pulled his hand away before she could climax.
She pouted at him, giving him a not-so-gentle poke in the ribs. He grinned and purred to her before licking his fingers. She bit her bottom lip, staring at the way he licked her taste off his fingertips. He pressed his fingers against her mouth, and she sucked the first one into her mouth, sucking hard and licking it clean with her soft pink tongue.
Fuck! He needed his cock in her pussy immediately. He reached between her thighs again, checking her wetness and making sure she was ready for him by sliding two fingers into her.
She clenched around him, her back arching again as she rode his hand. He squeezed her hip, and she glared at him when he pulled his hand away. He grinned and gripped his cock before patting her ass and winking at her.
She moved eagerly into position, lining his cock up against her entrance and her nails digging into his chest when she slowly sank onto him. He hissed out a breath before making a loud and rumbling purr that made Hedra clamp her hand over his mouth and scowl at him.
He kissed the palm of her hand, smiling at her and tucking his hands behind his head, his body language telling her to do whatever the fuck she wanted with him.
Her scowl turned into a gorgeous smile, and she braced her hands on his chest before riding him with slow, deep thrusts. She did this twisting thing with her hips with every downward stroke that made him want to moan her name, but he kept his lips clamped shut.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips upward to meet each of Hedra’s strokes as she moved harder and faster. Her pussy clung to him, and the wet heat around his cock felt so fucking good he could hardly catch his breath.
She didn’t make a single sound. The only noise in the room was the soft squeak of the bedsprings, and he didn’t know why he found their silent coupling so fucking hot, but his cock was like a steel rod, and he could smell Hedra’s desire coming off her skin in soft, warm waves.
She rode him with those hard and silent bounces for nearly five minutes before she switched to a rocking motion, a light look of frustration crossing her face.
He immediately moved his hand to her beautiful pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She gasped and bit hard at her bottom lip, the scent of her need thickening. He rubbed in firm circles, and she clenched around him and came with a silent shuddering of her body.
She collapsed on top of him, and he gripped her ass, pinning her against him as he set to fucking her properly. She clung to his shoulders, panting into his ear as he drove into her wet pussy. The springs squeaked louder, the wet sounds of Hedra’s pussy taking his cock competing to be the loudest sound in the room. He thrust harder, his eyes rolling back in his head at how fucking good Hedra felt around him. His balls tightened, and he couldn’t stop the growl from escaping when he climaxed. Hedra’s hand clamped down on his mouth, muffling the sound of his pleasure.
When his body stopped shaking, she kissed his neck and eased off of him. Disappointment washed over him, and his tiger protested when Hedra slid out of his bed, but she walked to his attached bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.
He relaxed in the bed, his frustration gone now that his need for Hedra was finally sated. He purred happily when she came out of the bathroom and returned to his bed. She climbed in beside him, and they faced each other, sliding closer, arranging their bodies until they were fully pressed against each other in a tangle of limbs.
Boone brushed Hedra’s hair back from her face and purred before kissing her. She rubbed his back and returned his kiss, and Boone pulled her even closer, needing every part of her touching him. She didn’t protest, just rested her head on his pillow next to his and traced her fingers over his face. She couldn’t see him as well in the dark, but he studied her face, the colour that still lingered in her cheeks from her orgasm, the freckles across the bridge of her nose, the faint gleam of her septum piercing. He kissed the tip of her nose, and she smiled at him before closing her eyes.
Feeling happier than he’d had since Derek’s death, Boone purred again before closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Hedra’s.
Boone’s soft purring and the smell of coffee eased Hedra out of sleep. She opened her eyes, blinking sleepily at him as he purred and kissed her forehead.
“Morning, little lamb.” His voice was a quiet rumble.
“Hi,” she whispered.
She sat up and took his cup of coffee, sipping at it before returning it to him. She squinted at his alarm clock. It was just after seven, and she whispered, “Why are you up so early on a Sunday?”
“I told Grayson and Chase I’d meet them for sparring practice,” he whispered. “Plus, you know Nan is an early riser, even on the weekends.”
She nodded and tried to focus, covering her mouth when she yawned.
“I’m taking Nan to her friend Martha’s house for coffee this morning while I’m at sparring practice.” Boone nuzzled her neck. “You could stay in my bed and sleep a little longer. It’s not like Nan will walk into my bedroom this morning, and she knows you sleep in on the weekends. She won’t expect to see you before we leave.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I can go back to my own bed.”
He shook his head. “I want you in mine, sweet lamb.”
“Good,” she said, “because your bed is really comfortable.”
