Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(119)

“Holy crap, I have boobs.” Tugging a hand from Fox’s, she peeked down her shirt and stared. She hadn’t been much more than an A cup before. They’d definitely grown.

“I noticed.” Laughter warmed his voice, and he ran his fingers from her jaw to the curve of her breast and back again. Her whole body lit up, and she let out a shuddering breath. Well, at least her response to him hadn’t changed. The scent of his arousal filled the air like musk, and filled her mind with the most provocative of images. She saw herself pressed against the mirror, wings extended as he gripped her hips and eased his cock into her slick channel. The inner walls of her sex flexed in anticipation.

In the mirror, Fox’s nostrils flared. He scented her arousal. He had since that moment in the hotel room. How she knew that, she had no idea, but the slow grind of his body pouring into hers, his hands cupping her breasts as he toyed with her nipples sent wetness dripping down the inside of her thigh.

Meeting his gaze in the mirror, she tried to catch her breath, but all the oxygen seemed to have fled her lungs. She burned for his touch. She had no idea what the hell was going on, yet this part hadn’t changed. She wanted him.

“Yes.” She turned, crashing into him as his mouth claimed hers. It was in every part the kiss she’d imagined as his tongue stole in to possess her. He fisted her hair and angled her head back, and she surrendered the access to him. The scent of him coated her, and she wanted to drown until it clogged every pore.

She tightened her hands on his shoulders, fighting to remain in one place. Her wings pulled at her back, and a strangled moan tore from her throat. He slid a hand down to her breast and tugged at a nipple through the cotton. One moment they were standing, and then he had her pressed back against the mirror. The shirt shredded in seconds, and the fabric drifted down to her feet. She stretched her wings as he abandoned her mouth and kissed a path down to her breast.

She knew she was going to feel teeth, and when his lips closed over the turgid nipple, her eyes fluttered closed. Sensation stole through her. The hard tug sent a zing straight to her clit, and warmth pooled in her belly. Kissing a hot, wet path to her other breast, he gave it a hard squeeze and then sucked on the nipple until her thoughts became hazy.

Down he went across her belly, his hands firm and sure. He held her place when her hips bucked in anticipation of his mouth against her sex. The light trace of his fingers up the inside of her thighs had her breath hitching.

The world faded away as he licked her from her opening to her clit, and her whole body hummed in awareness of him. He gave her no quarter, sucking her clit hard against his teeth as two fingers speared into her. Long, hard strokes of his fingers had her inner walls clamping, and every stroke of his tongue sent her flying. She was shattering and coming back together, and still the pressure continued. She lost count of his motions and basked in overwhelming sensations as another mushroom cloud rushed upward, expanding inside of her until she screamed with pleasure.

Too soon, she drifted back to earth to find his dark topaz eyes on her face; he waited until she looked at him before he kissed her. Tasting herself on his lips sent her mind on another dizzying journey, his possession and need twined together in a hot stroke against her senses.

Somehow he’d lost his pants, and she felt the weight of his erection teasing along her belly, but this was not the right way. With regret, she broke the kiss and pushed him back. He frowned, but she didn’t waste time, pulling her wings close and turning carefully until her palms were on the mirror.

Fox’s gaze went smoldering as she stretched her wings and braced herself as she’d seen in her mind, how he’d imagined her. Fire licked along her sides as he raked her with his gaze. He drew a finger down her back, tracing the line of her spine to the line between her butt cheeks and then down to her sex. He cupped her and petted, stroking her labia apart.

“Are you sure?” Fox asked, his need thickening his voice until it was so low and guttural it was almost difficult to understand him. “I don’t know that I can be gentle like this or not claim you.”

The heat pooling between her thighs became an inferno at the warning in the last sentence. She wanted to be claimed. Refusing to try to understand any of it—how the hell she had grown wings, how he became a fox, what insanity she had plunged into when she’d stumbled into his room, she focused on the man behind her.

“Come and claim me.” She knew what to say, and pressing her ass back to him was all the invitation he required. He fisted his erection and pressed the tip against her slit. The intrusion of his thick cock was swift and fast. He was unrelenting as he drove into her, and she braced her hands against the mirror, eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me,” he snapped, and her eyes jerked open to meet his gaze. He shifted forward and added more pressure until he sank all the way inside of her, stretching her to the point of pain, and her sex clamped down against the invader.

God help her. She wanted more.

Locked deep in that intimate embrace, he ran his hands up and down her sides, across her breasts and then tantalizingly stroked her wings. The fine bones were sensitive, and she flexed around him. He’d so distracted her that, when he withdrew, it was almost as much of a shock as when he slammed inside of her again.

He varied his thrusts, some long and hard, some slow and deep, and always with a stroke of his hand along some part of her anatomy until she simmered from the overwhelming force of it all. When Fox growled, shivers stole over her. The eyes staring at her in the mirror weren’t remotely human, and they were filled with demand.