Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(77)

She licked his cheek to return the affection, drawing a husky laugh from him. He stood, looked to the stars, and sighed.

“Dad, you want your job back?”

Keegan slapped him on the shoulder and laughed. “Nope. I have my hands full with the Elders.”

Blaine’s lips twitched. “I was afraid of that. Torin, take your mate home and feed her. Alec mentioned she worked through lunch.”

Torin came over to her and leaned his black fur-covered body against hers, then nipped her on the ear in punishment for skipping a meal. She nudged him and snapped her teeth. He growled playfully, sending a fresh wave of desire over her, then ran.





Chapter Seven


Torin caught her at the rear entrance of the small two-bedroom home he stayed in while at MoonRiver. She was trapped between him and the back door, yet he sensed no fear in her. Shifting to human, he stalked closer to her. She shuddered, then shifted.

He drank in the sight of her standing at the door to his home, loving the way her creamy skin flushed and her nipples hardened under his stare. Her strawberry blonde curls framed her face and cascaded over her shoulders, begging him to run his fingers through them.

When he advanced, her breathing grew shallower, and she cupped her breast. Need shot straight to his cock, and he let a low growl. “Open the door, Cora, and run.”

She lowered her hand as if to obey his command, then stilled and stared at him. A slow smile lifted her full lips. “You come and open it.”

Her words were shaky and quiet, a hint of uneasiness laced within. She was learning to play with his wolf, push him in a way. A dominant male liked his female with claws. Good. He really liked Cora’s claws.

He climbed the steps and pressed his body into hers, flattening her to the door. The feel of her soft skin against him sent a shock wave of need crashing over him. Too long. He’d waited too long for this moment. Turning the knob, he opened the door and caught her by the waist to keep her from stumbling backwards.

Her blue eyes widened as he walked her backwards, slamming the door behind them. He claimed her lips in a mad rush, thrusting his tongue inside. She met him halfway, allowing her tongue to dance with his as their mouths moved against each other.

He gripped her ass with his hands and lifted her to sit on the kitchen counter. Breaking the kiss, he peered into her desire-drunken gaze. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. You caught me, now do what you will with me.”

Dipping his head, he kissed her cheek, then bit her ear lobe. She purred and tilted her head slightly to the side. He drew back and raised a brow. “You purr?”

A laugh burst from her. “I am part leopard, remember?”

Ah, yes. Her father had been a leopard, and so had Jason. “What other cat-like characteristics do you have?”

She shrugged and traced a finger around one of his nipples. “I can climb trees and get distracted easily. Oh, and I like to cuddle.”

“Wolves cuddle.”

She lifted her lashed to meet his stare, her lips pressed together in a failed attempt to hide a smile. “When they’re puppies, maybe.”

His lips twitched. “I can accommodate your desire to cuddle. How’s that?”

“Hmm…well….” He squeezed her hips, and she jumped. “Okay, okay.”

Without warning, he tugged her forward so her ass rested closer to the edge of the counter. Then he kissed his way down her torso, stopping to take a taut nipple between his teeth. She let out a small cry of pleasure as he teased the nipple with his tongue before moving to the other one.

“Tor, please….”

Her soft plea made his cock jump. He nipped his way down her belly where he spread her thighs wider and covered her clit with his mouth. Cora jerked slightly and fisted his hair, tugging as he teased the bundle of nerves.

He lifted his gaze to watch her come while his mouth was on her. Slipping a finger inside her tight *, he groaned and realized she was too tight. A virgin. Damn. Although it made the wolf prance at the knowledge she’d never been with another, the man worried he would hurt her.

“Torin.”

Another soft plea fell from her lips, making him even harder. She was his.

He slid his finger out, then in, slow at first while he licked and sucked. Her slick * tightened around his finger, encouraging him to increase his rhythm. Easing a second finger inside, he watched how pleasure washed over her features, making her even more beautiful than he thought possible.

She came in a rush, screaming out his name as her body shattered under the rippling wave of an orgasm.

He rose to his feet, his fingers still inside her, slowly pumping. Soft moaning of pleasure turned into purrs as she met his stare and smiled. “That was wonderful.”

His lips twitched. “Your first orgasm usually is until the next.”

Her cheek turned pink, and she averted her gaze. Gently gripping her chin, he forced her to look at him. With her intelligence and everything she’d gone through, he sometimes forgot she was so young. Not that twenty-two was too young by shifter standards.

“Have you had your first heat cycle?”

“Yes.” She drew her brows together as if not understanding why he asked.

“Then how it is possible you are still a virgin?” As he understood it, a female needed a male during the two to three days of her cycle. A time when pregnancy was highly possible and using a condom wasn’t an option because she needed the male’s seed to calm the painful yearning of her cycle.