Dangerous Mating (A.L.F.A., #3)(10)

“Are you wet and throbbing, Kari?”

She croaked out a yes, fisting his hair.

“What do you want?” He looked up from her breasts and his eyes were green and hungry and his untamed desire left her breath locked in her throat.

She reached for his zipper, but he locked her wrists, shaking his head. “I do. You feel.”

He shoved her skirt to her hips and then pulled her to the edge of the hay bale, spreading her knees. He dipped his mouth to her slick slit and flicked her moist folds apart, delving and teasing with his tongue. He swirled her clit, nipping and sucking until Kari’s fingers dug into the hay as she arched for more.

Her head dropped back and she cried out, fisting his hair as she ground her pussy farther into his mouth. With a sly smile he lifted his face, dragging his lips over her inner thighs, nibbling her flesh.

“I want to fill you, Kari. Stretch you and ride you boneless until your legs shake and your body screams with pleasure. You’re mine, love. To keep, to fuck, to love, to have—”

He freed his cock and with a deft thrust drove his member deep, lifting her ass from the hay bale. He scooped her up and pushed her back against the high stack, his hips grinding and owning every thrust, every pound balls deep.

Kari cried out as her body spasmed, her inner walls clutching his thick cock as her fingers clutched his back. Tiny barbs scored her walls with every thrust, pushing her past the limits until waves of pleasure eclipsed all thought.

With a feral snarl Bryon’s fingers grasped the soft flesh of her ass, his body tense as every muscle tightened with the need to release.

“Tell me!” he snarled.

“Come! I want you NOW!”

Bryon roared, keeping his cock rock hard and deep. He pulled back once more and with a final plunge, let hot jets pulse from his engorged head.

Kari clung to him, weak but sated.

“You know you’re dreaming, right?” he whispered against her ear.

“I don’t care.”

He chuckled against her damp skin. “Good, because I’m ready for round two.”

“Giddy up, cowboy cat.”


*

The pilot over the intercom woke her with a start. Her heart pounded and her entire body throbbed. Man, she hadn’t had a dream that . . . real, in ever. She needed to get laid.





Chapter Six




Their plane from London taxied to a small building, but instead of pulling up to the terminal to walk through a connecting tunnel to the inside, they stopped away from the building.

“Damn, I almost forgot.” He pulled a square, velvet-covered jewelry box from his pocket. Her heart picked up speed. What was he doing? He flipped open the top to reveal a shiny silver bangle bracelet. “This is for you. I want you to wear it all the time. Never take it off because someone will steal it. It’s brand new and fine to get wet.”

She was taken aback by such an extravagant gift. “I can’t wear that. It’s beautiful, but—” but she wasn’t dating him and had no plans to. Was she reading him wrong? She wasn’t getting any “love” vibes from him. He was a shifter. Maybe they were unlike human men. No, human men didn’t show love very well, usually.

Sheldon took her hand in his and slipped the bangle over her wrist. “I insist you wear it.”

Oh god. It must’ve cost him a fortune. The people in front of them were pulling down their carry-ons. She’d find a way later to thank him and give it back. Hopefully, he could still return it.

They stood and he handed her the bag from the overhead bin. His smile was awfully cute. From the plane’s entrance, she stepped onto a set of stairs butted against the door. Kari grabbed the rail with a death grip. This was something she would fall all the way to the bottom on.

“By the way,” he said, “the bracelet is a GPS tracking device.” Her cheeks warmed from the completely wrong romantic ideas she had about him. His sly smile made her entire body flame from embarrassment. “You didn’t think I gave that to you because I was sweet on you, did you?”

She didn’t know how she could be more discombobulated, but she was. “Of course not.” She tilted her head down to study her hands. Oh god, how could she look him in the face again and not die from mortification?

“This is different,” Kari said, looking around the area. A few bigger planes were sitting, but what surprised her was the number of small jets like Gulfstreams scattered about. Almost looked like a sales lot.

“Especially for a private airstrip,” Sheldon added. “Maybe there’s a big convention in town.”

She laughed. “You definitely don’t know much about Cloustien. There isn’t a place that holds more than fifty people. And that’d be the local tavern. It’s an old town, back when they built things small and compact.”

An airline employee unloaded the cargo bay at the bottom of the plane. Her suitcase was easy to spot. When she’d shopped for a new case, she’d wanted something that would be easy to find among a mass of black. As soon as she laid her eyes on it, she knew it was the one.

Everyone seemed to stare at the luggage, waiting to see who the owner of such a case would be. She sighed, used to the stares. It was the largest canary yellow piece of luggage she could find. With the handle extended, the bag was almost three-quarters her height. She thought about practical issues, not the color. Again, she couldn’t trust herself to do anything right.