Too bad. I’m savoring this.
Andrea wriggled her hips, much as she had the night she and Sean had patched up Ronan in the bar’s office. Then as now, she gave him a sly look and repeated, “Is that where you keep your sword, or are you just happy to see me?”
Sean nipped her ear. “Andy-love, don’t play with fire.”
“Why not? It’s fun.” The word ended on a gasp and a groan as Sean slid a second finger inside her.
The panties were cute but too much in the way. Sean eased his fingers out, trying not to groan when he heard her disappointed whimper, and snagged his hands through the elastic. He slid the panties down and off, then decided to stay there, on his knees, on eye level with Andrea’s sweet little ass.
Not for long, because Andrea turned to face him. She was beautiful. Her waist nipped in above curved hips, and her tummy rose and fell as she took a nervous breath. Sean blew softly on the black ringlets awaiting him between her thighs, the curls already damp with her wanting.
“Spread your legs a little for me,” Sean whispered. “That’s my girl.”
Andrea gripped the counter while Sean nuzzled her, her feet sliding apart. Sean leaned into her and let himself feast.
She tasted so damn good. Andrea, my mate. Salty and smooth, sweet and tart, a mixture of tastes that was all her own. And she belonged to Sean. No male had touched her or tasted her, only Sean. The knowledge spoke to primal forces deep inside him, the feral Shifter that wanted no other to touch the one he claimed. Long ago, the Fae had bred so much animal into Shifters, and the beast in Sean wanted Andrea.
He licked her, slowly at first, then speeding his attack as she swayed her hips, little cries leaving her mouth. She furrowed her hands into his hair, hands strong, her body wanting to thrust against him.
Sean was dying for her, but it would be easier on her if he first brought her to climax, opened her, relaxed her. He could do that for her. And it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy licking her, tasting her, nipping at the sweet berry that waited for his tongue.
He felt her body start to open and respond, a basic, hard reaction that erased all thoughts. It began with her drawing a surprised breath, her legs stiffening, her hands clenching at her sides. Then another gasp, followed by a wordless cry. And then Andrea was writhing against Sean, calling his name, hands in his hair, thrusting against his mouth and begging him to do all he wanted.
Sean obliged, drinking her sweet cream. He teased her, tasting her, his mouth pressed hard to her to suckle her. He caressed her thighs, cradled her tight bu**ocks, loving the smooth feel of her skin.
Finally Sean tilted his head back, satisfied, and looked up at her. She gazed down at him, face soft with release, red lips parted.
“Sean,” she whispered brokenly.
Sean got slowly to his feet, letting his hands run up her body as he rose. He finished by cupping her face in his hands, then leaning down and kissing her mouth.
The kiss was deep, and she opened for him, even though his lips were still wet with her. Sean ran his hands down her back, lifted her to him, kept on kissing her. He was rock hard for her, but he still wore the briefs, and rubbing against her was not relieving the pressure.
Sean broke the kiss, traced her cheek with his thumb. “I want to finish this.”
Andrea nodded, as though it weren’t even a question.
She felt her feet leave the ground as Sean lifted her into his arms. He was strong, never faltering as he went up the stairs.
Damn, this was dangerous. Knowing Sean could make her feel like that took away Andrea’s power. She’d wanted him before, to explore his body, to discover him, to touch and tease. Now Sean had turned the tables, letting her know he could mold her like clay any time he wanted to. All he had to do was touch Andrea, and she’d do anything he asked.
She couldn’t lose herself like this. But she found no words to deny him as he carried her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed.
Sean didn’t wait to close the curtains or shut the door or make small talk. He stripped off his briefs and let them fall, red letters flashing on black fabric.
He didn’t hide his wanting either. As Sean climbed onto the bed, Andrea couldn’t stop herself from closing her hand around his thick, hard cock.
Sean stopped, his eyes flicking to white blue. “I don’t think you want to do that, lass.”
In answer, Andrea squeezed. Sean always brought out the playfulness in her, the teasing that Lupines loved.
She licked her lips as Sean groaned. “Why shouldn’t I, Seanie? You had so much fun with me.”
“That was different. I was readying you to take me.”
“I see.” Andrea formed a teasing pout. “It had nothing to do with making me feel ...” She squeezed again. “Like that?”
Sean took a sharp breath. “Well, maybe it had something to do with that.”
“Besides, aren’t I readying you?”
“No, you’re torturing the hell out of me.”
“Poor little alpha,” Andrea said softly. “Can’t handle one of your pride?”
Sean scraped her hair back with a strong hand. “You’re not in my pride. Yet. And I don’t want to handle you. I want to mate with you.”
She pretended to look startled. “Golly, there’s a difference?”
“Dad tries to handle Glory. See how well that works?”
Andrea ran her foot up the back of Sean’s leg. “Maybe wolf-girls don’t like to be leashed.”
Sean’s answering growl shuddered excitement through her. His eyes were white, pupils flicking to slits, the Feline in him aroused.