Shadow Watcher (Darkness #6)(11)

He spun me around and cleared his side of the table with a sweep of his arm. Crystal and china clinked or crashed to the side. A candle fell over, the wax dousing the flame. My butt hit the table a moment before my back did. I squeezed my legs, pulling his body in tighter, gyrating against that large bulge.

Stefan’s hand slid in between our bodies to tug at the buttons on my jeans. I loosened my hold so he could strip me from the waist down, and then pull his slacks out of the way. His large manhood sprang free, the velvety skin hitting off my warm wetness. My eyes fluttered and I turned into liquid as his shaft rubbed along my slipperiness. I moaned, clutching his shoulders, losing myself in his kiss. In the feel of him.

He backed off so he could strip my upper half. As the chilled air assaulted me, my nipples contracted. He bent, teasing one with his tongue, and then the other, before sucking it in. I moaned as he increased the suction to something bordering on exquisite pain. Slowly, as his mouth and fingers worked my nipples, pleasure and pain mingling together, his blunt head pushed into me. Spikes of pleasure burst through my body, arching me up to his mouth. Savoring the feel of him sliding into my body.

“Yes, Stefan,” I exalted.

His mouth trailed up my chest and to my neck. The sharp pain of teeth offset the exquisite pleasure of his manhood pushing all the way inside me. The draw of his mouth connected with the sensations of his hard length working. Without warning, a blast of orgasm stole my breath and rocked my body. I shivered beneath him; my body so hot it felt like it was burning up.

He took another slow draw as he penetrated me. My body immediately went back on the edge. Begging for more. Ready for another release.

He stood up, his hips against mine. He ripped off his shirt and stared down at me, letting me marvel at his perfectly sculpted body. His hips thrust forward and back. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them so my legs were against his chest. He pumped harder into me. Filling me in plunges. Hitting off my insides just right.

My body flashed hotter. Hotter still. Sweat broke out along my body. His, too. He glistened as he worked, his cut muscles perfect.

“Yes, Stefan,” I uttered, watching his perfect form.

He pushed harder as he dropped his hand between my legs and played. I sucked in a breath. My eyes rolled back in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, focused on the pleasant violation. Feeling him deep inside me. My panting filled the room. My moans replaced those.

“I’m…I’m…I—” My eyes fluttered as I shivered again, harder this time. I felt Stefan quake over me in completion. He lowered his body between my legs and braced his elbows on the table.

His lips softly touched mine. “I like what this Mansion does to you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I like that you don’t mind when I ruin your dinner to get laid.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. You just brought your own hors d’oeuvres.”

I smiled into his lips. “Now that that’s off my chest, I have some things to tell you about tonight.”

Chapter Four

I got out of bed with my hair looking like a windstorm in progress. I was also completely naked, hunched, and not in the mood for chatter. Why? Because it was the middle of the day, four hours after I’d gone to bed, and I had to meet the witches for their club thing.

I really wished I hadn’t said I’d do it. Although, at the time, I hadn’t realized I was being stalked by some strange shape changer who was not afraid to steal my car and make me walk home.

After Stefan had sexed me up, I’d gone over all the events of the night before. When I got to the person hiding in the darkness, a lethal edge crept into his eyes, made worse when I told him what the note had said. He listened to Charles’ findings before pulling out his phone. It was dawn by then, but Tim had answered anyway.

“Stefan,” Tim said. The two never said hi to each other. They trusted each other, and would work together, but they wouldn’t consent to being overly civil about it.

Men were dumb.

“Are you aware of a fellow alpha in your territory?” Stefan asked in a matter-of-fact way.

Silence reigned. If the counter on the phone call wasn’t running, I would’ve thought he had hung up. After a few moments, Tim said, “What was that?”

Charles had been right. Tim didn’t like another alpha in his territory any more than Stefan did. This one was a stranger, too. And lurking. That had to be so much worse.

I explained the events of the night to Tim just as I had to Stefan, but focusing on the shifter elements. Tim waited until I was finished, not doing so much as clearing his throat while I talked. After I’d fallen silent, he said, “You think it was a cat, then?”

“I don’t know, but that fits, doesn’t it? Creeping around, silent, stalking, waiting and watching…”

“You’re sure it was a shifter who took your car?”

“Charles is. I am, personally, sure it was a shifter in that park. One I didn’t recognize.”

“And the scent—Charles said he didn’t recognize it, either?” Tim had confirmed.

“Right.”

The line fell silent again. After another minute, he said, “Did he tamper with your car? Break in?”

“Not at all. It was locked when I left it, and locked when I found it. He must’ve used a key to start it.”

“And you have your keys.”