One Insatiable(28)

“Not bad,” she says softly, and I glance at our hands now covered in light brown clay. Despite my lack of attention, she’s managed to craft a shallow bowl from the lump.

“That’s pretty good,” I say with a smile.

My mouth is beside her cheek, and I kiss her neck, just behind her ear.

“Oh!” She exhales a breathy sigh and does a little jump. Instantly our bowl collapses into a spinning mess.

“Shit.” My voice is a low rumble. “Sorry about that.” I’m sorry about the bowl, but I’m not at all sorry I kissed her.

“You weren’t paying attention anyway.” Mercy’s fingers thread with mine, pushing the clay down and off them.

“You’re right.” I kiss her neck again, lower this time, right at the top of her shoulder, and her back melts into my chest. “I was distracted.”

“You were looking down my shirt.”

“Let’s skip bowls and go straight to breasts.”

“That’s a different type of art.”

“Mm,” I growl appreciatively. “Your breasts are definitely art.”

Her chin lifts, and I cover her mouth with mine, parting her lips so I can find her tongue. I kiss her deeply, moving my hands under the hem of her shirt and up the front to cup those breasts, sliding my thumbs across her hard nipples.

“Koa,” she gasps, arching her back and breaking our lips apart. “You’re getting me dirty.”

“I like it when you’re dirty.”

She pivots in the chair so we’re facing each other, and I reach down to pull her thighs on top of mine, drawing her onto my lap. Our mouths reunite, and now my hands are sliding up her bare back, spanning her shoulders as I plunder her sweet mouth.

Her hands are under my shirt as well, and I feel her fingertips tracing the lines down my back. Little noises ripple from her throat with every touch. Breaking our mouths apart, I look into her hazy eyes.

“Stand up,” I say softly. She complies, and I unbutton the loose jeans she’s wearing, pulling them down her hips along with the scrap of lace thong.

Grabbing her ass, I pull her to me and plant a deep kiss right between her thighs, sinking my tongue into her clit.

“Oh, yes!” Her hands are instantly in my hair, pulling as I move my tongue faster over that little bud.

I’m holding her ass, and she’s sitting on my hands as her thighs fall open for me. I lift her, pulling her closer, tasting and nipping until I feel her muscles begin to jump with every move. My erection is straining against my zipper, and I quickly lower her to unfasten my fly.

“Look at that,” I tease as my dick pops out, eager to sink into her beautiful body.

She laughs, but then her expression turns naughty as she drops to her knees. I can’t move as I watch her. Looking up at me, she grasps my shaft in one hand and guides the mushroom tip to her mouth, closing her full lips around it giving me a firm suck.

“Shit, Mercy,” I groan, automatically leaning forward. It’s f*cking way too big for her pretty little mouth, but I give her credit for trying. I’m in heaven, even if she’s only able to suck off my tip.

I lightly touch her cheek, closing my eyes as she goes down, pumping my shaft with her hand, flickering her tongue all over me. I’m about to come, but I want to be inside her for that. I reach down and catch her under the arms.

“Get up here,” I groan. “Ride me.”

She grins, wrapping her arms around my neck as I pull her thighs over mine again. “You’re insatiable,” she says, kissing my lips.

“I can’t seem to get enough of you.” My arm is tight around her small waist, and I reach down with my other hand to guide her closer to me, sinking all the way, balls deep.

“Oh, god, Koa.” She holds me a moment as I rock into her, then she leans back and looks in my eyes. “I want to taste you.”

“It’ll all be over if you do that,” I say leaning forward to claim her mouth. I’m moving her hips on me, so close to coming.

“Only for a little while.” Her eyes flash, and we both laugh. It’s true. I’ll be ready to go again pretty fast.

Her fingers are in my hair, and she pulls, moving my chin to give her access to my neck. Her small, lynx-fangs slide out and the moment she pierces me, I clench in orgasm.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groan, filling her as she sips my blood. She only takes a small amount, as we’re not vampires. Still, the sensation is mind-blowing. I’m shooting through space as I fill her again and again with every pulse.

She flickers her tongue over the wound, which will heal in minutes, and she rests her cheek against my shoulder. As my essence moves through her, she stretches, rubbing her breasts and torso against my chest in a way that’s completely erotic.

Tasting is the most intimate act shifters engage in with each other. It reveals who we are, what our base nature is like. In some cases, for example, with mates, it can bind us to one another, allowing us to hear each other’s thoughts and feelings.

She doesn’t say what she’s getting from me, and I don’t ask her. She could get as little as how much I want her or as much as my entire recent history. I’m hoping it’s more of the first. After rubbing her body against mine a moment more, she stands, holding her hand out to mine.

“Come with me.”