My entire body shuddered, and I lifted my arms into the car so I could slide my hands around behind her and hold her tight. She was so small. One of my hands nearly covered her entire back. Desperate for more contact, I slipped my hand under the hem of her plain white shirt. Her back was soft as silk and bare to my touch except for a thin bit of string tied into a knot in the center. Touching her was addictive. Palm flat, my touch roamed from the base of her neck to the waist of her short, pink skirt.
The other hand I wrapped around her hip, my fingers covering as much of her ass as I could while she sat there. I squeezed the soft, round flesh. Ached to bury my rock hard cock deep. Touching her hurt me, my longing a physical pain.
I rubbed my cheek against the inside of one thigh as I kissed the other. She lifted her hands to my head and buried her fingers in my hair.
“I can’t believe you guys are for real.”
“I am real, mate. And you are mine.”
Her sigh did not please my beast. “We’ll talk about that later, after I get you home and you get all those jellyfish stings taken care of.”
“No. Now.” My beast rose from the depths of my soul, terrified that our female thought to deny us. Escape us.
Find me—us—unworthy.
Pleasure now.
Oh fuck, no. I argued with him. The beast was beyond caring what I thought.
He took control, slid my hand gently from her hip and moved it around to cup her breast.
She gasped, but the nipple was pebbled and hard. Her pussy grew wetter, the smell an instant aphrodisiac that did nothing to discourage him.
“We’re in a parking lot.” Stefani whispered the words, as if speaking them softly would make them untrue.
“Yes.” The beast didn’t give a fuck where we were, as long as we were with her. His deep rumble made her hands fist in my hair. Or perhaps it was the soft tug on her nipple. “Taste. Now.” The beast nudged her thighs with his nose, wanting her to open to us. Let us in.
“Velik.”
Her legs relaxed just enough to encourage him. He pressed closer and buried his face close to her feminine heat. Her lusty scent stole every protest from me, mind and body.
Taste her. I was the one making silent demands now, locked away in my mind. The beast was in control. Gods help us all, she was his now. I wouldn’t be able to stop him.
He was gone. Owned. Addicted. There would never be another female for him. For us. Taste her?
He chuckled as if I was an idiot.
4
Stefani
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I was in serious trouble here. Serious. Trouble.
Shit. I was so turned on I was behaving badly. I had the sexiest man alive all over me in the parking lot. In broad daylight. His hand on my breast made me want to lean in closer. His hot breath coated my clit in a steady rhythm that made it impossible to think.
That was a lie.
I was thinking all right. All kinds of thoughts. Just that none of them involved sitting up, pushing him away and driving him safely back to Miami.
No. More like his tongue buried deep inside me, pushing me to an orgasm followed by his huge cock stretching me wide. I would come in two seconds flat. I was that close already.
Damn it. This was not part of my plan. I wasn’t supposed to love any—
His tongue flicked out and dove between my legs, stroking my clit through the thin material of my suit like he had an advanced clitoris targeting radar system. Maybe he did, because he did it again. And again.
Shit.
