Etienne (The Shifters of Shotgun Row Book 1)(39)

“Not so much.” Not in the way he meant, anyways. My gifts were considered magical by many—heck, there was a time when I would’ve burned for talkin’ to the dead. “Let me finish so we can get back to the lickin’.” Because sometimes a change of topic was needed, and he was too far away. Six inches was unacceptable.

“Oh, I plan to lick—” I put my hands on my hips and gave him my best stink eye. “Fine. Continue.”

Oh, yeah. We were talking about important things. Darn pheromones.

“He was married.” Etienne’s face showed no emotion, which was worse for some reason than if he looked mad. I spat out the rest as fast as I could, not wanting to see this stoic version of Etienne any longer than necessary. “I never knew until his wife found out. He blamed me. Said we weren’t together and I was a stalker…bunch of shit went down then I found my mate, and we lived happily ever after.”

“You skipped a bunch.” His words clipped, but I saw the rage in his eyes, not directed at me, but rage nonetheless.

“Because it no longer matters.” Leaving my hand on his chest, I took my other hand from his, cupped his cheek, and rose on tiptoe until our lips were only centimeters away. “I have you now, and there is so much rightness in it I could cuss.”

“No, Tansy.” At first, I thought he was telling me not to kiss him, but as the vibration in his chest increased, I realized he was laughing. The idea of me cussing was ludicrous to him. “I don’t think you could.”

I took his mouth with mine for a brief, hard kiss before whispering, “Dare me.”

He kissed a path to my ear before complying. “I dare you to cuss.”

“Etienne, I deem this discussion over.” My voice practically cracking with need, his body back where it needed to be—against mine.

“That wasn’t a cuss, darlin’.” He leaned in to kiss me, and I stopped him with a pointer finger to his lips. This was gonna be fun.

“Let me finish. The discussion is over because I need my mouth now so I can finally see if your cock tastes as good as you smell.” Not gonna lie, saying cock took more effort than it should or would for anyone else, but it was so worth it. I had him against the door and dropped to my knees, setting him free before he knew what hit him.





Etienne

Fuck. When Tansy said cock, I nearly came in my pants. Damn, that woman was sexy.

“Tansy.” I tried to be the voice of reason as she kneeled in front of me, hands frantically working my jeans, green eyes hooded, but still managing to look up at me. Reason was not happening, especially not when her hands pushed down my jeans, my cock springing free and ready for her.

I was an awful mate. I should be the one giving her pleasure. My gator was so fucking confused. He was both dazed and confused about how to proceed.

“Tansy.” I gasped as she licked my engorged head. Damn, she wasn’t kidding about the licking. “Tansy, you don’t—” I gave a half attempt at stopping her before she took me in her mouth in one motion. I had both hands balancing my body on the door. Damn woman was gonna have me coming before I got out my sentence.

She sucked in her cheeks before pulling her mouth up and off my cock with a pop. “What is it, Etienne?” she asked through her lashes, her hand working me as she licked her lips, waiting for a reply. Everything was going to come to a swift end if she said my name again.

“Damn, woman. You keep that up and I’m gonna have my cum shooting into that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Her pupils darkened, the smell of her arousal, filling my nose. She liked the sound of that.

Good Mate. Perfect Mate. Mine.

“That’s kinda the point.” She panted just before she licked me from root to tip.

“You—”

“Don’t even start with me, mister.” She waggled her finger at me like I was being scolded for being too loud at the library. My mind immediately envisioned her dressed up like a hot librarian. “You promised.” She pulled me back from my vision, her faux pouting and swollen lips causing my cock to twitch with need.

“I don’t remember promising you.”

I didn’t remember shit. Fuck, I didn’t even know where I was or how I got here. All I could do was focus on her mouth, my gator reminding me to take care of my mate.

“Well you didn’t say no, so just go back to being stunned in silence,” she said with a shrug.

I chuckled at her accurate assessment of my earlier state as she took me back in her mouth.

What a sight, to watch her mouth gliding over me, her eyes hooded, her cheeks sunk in. Her hand grabbed mine unexpectedly and placed it on her head. She was done being in charge. Perfect fucking mate.

I ran my fingers through her hair gently before grabbing on and guiding her head, slowly at first, not wanting to give her more than she could handle, but when she moaned around my cock and started playing with my balls, all caution went to the wind. Before I knew it, I was shooting down her throat as she made mmm sounds and swallowed it all before pulling her head off with a pop.

“Better,” she mumbled as I collapsed to the floor, pulling her onto my lap.

“Huh?” Because after an orgasm as intense as that, thoughts didn’t fucking exist.

“You taste better than bacon.” She kissed my neck, right where she would someday mark me.