For a moment I forgot who he was, what he was, and I sat up and touched where I could see the outline of his shoulder.
“I haven’t been with anyone either, been too busy. But I have an implant. I trust you about not needing a condom.”
And then he was on me.
Broad palms pushed my thighs apart and he settled between them like there was no place else in the world as far as he was concerned. Rather than the full, aggressive tongue lashing he’d given that poor quince at the restaurant, he started with a kiss, teasingly given, upon my clit. Already worn from being denied since dinner, it wanted more, but he played coy, with more boyish kisses, each one with slightly more open lips, until he was suckling on it, not hard but generously, keeping his mouth soft.
I rolled my hips against him, wanting, needing more aggression, more firmness, something less maddening. “You teasing bastard, I know you can use that lying tongue of yours for more than that.” I tried to rage at him, but my breath was too rough, my tone too needy.
Lifting his head, whilst putting a firm hand on my belly to keep me from doing more than he wanted, he said, “Ms. Cassidy, I don’t tell you how to blow up dams or clean up goat shit, so don’t tell me how to eat pussy. For that you don’t get your first orgasm from my poor,insulted tongue.”
As he spoke he ran one of the fingers of his free hand up and down my seam, then entered me with two of them, my wet soaking his entire hand, stroking with the firmness his mouth had denied me. Then, curling, one of his finger pads found my G-spot.
A sound left me, taking along with it any dignity I have left, and a fond farewell to it. “There she is,” he murmured, and I had a feeling he could see in the dark better than I could, for I was sure he was looking at my face.
That damned touch circled and circled, and I swear I sobbed at the pleasure of it, my hands fisted into the velvet, my cunt throbbing, trying to pull more of him into me, my feet trying to plant themselves to push up, but he splayed over me, using his weight to keep me from rushing, rushing what was coming, slowly enough to make me crazy, insistent enough that I knew it was a promise, and then -
He tapped. Three hard times.
My mouth opened into a howl of pleasure as every bit of me that had been contracted released, and he moved to cage me again and kiss that howl, and then I was able to wrap my legs around his arm and work myself against his touch as the orgasm kept coming and coming and he kissed me as he fumbled, his first ungraceful moment since sobering up and loosed himself from his trousers and fucked into me and into the orgasm so I was squeezing him as tight as tight could be from that first moment.
Big, Jesus but he was fucking big! Even ready and open and wanting I ached so good at the feel of him working me, spreading me.
“Fuck, Fee,” he gritted, his teeth scraping my cheek, “you are hot as a goddamned kiln.”
“Beware I don’t turn ya to ash,” I managed to wheeze out, as he braced his arms on either side of my head, raised up and startedto work his hips faster and faster. I wrapped my legs about his waist, the fingers of one hand snagged his hair, whilst the other worked its way under his sweater and dug its nails into his back.
“Worth it,” he hissed. “But you first.” Reaching under me, he scooped me up, sitting upright himself so I now perched on his kneeling thighs, “Get yourself there on me, Fee. Get us both there.”
Half insensible from the daylights he’d been fucking out of me, it took me a minute to figure out what he was saying. Then I knew and I ground down, I ground so my clit was scratched by his pubic hair, so the head of that marvelous, monstrous cock of his worked so deep it was a sharp shock that brought me around, and then I rode him.
Big hands on my hips not to move them but to keep me in place, I could hear grunts, no, growls, coming from Alec, only the feel of his expensive sweater under my hands, reminding me that he was a man and not a wolf.
That and that he had yet to bite the back of my neck and take me from behind.
The thought of which was enough to send me over the edge again, so my head fell back and my mindless scream of pleasure echoed in the high-ceilinged room, and probably through the halls as well, joined quickly by Alec’s own finishing howl as I felt him spend, hot and endlessly, in me.
Afterwards, we managed to untangle ourselves with minimum damage, a miracle considering how sex drunk and exhausted we both were. I swear I never laughed so hard as at how much trouble I had getting my shirt unbuttoned, and Davies all but fell on his arse sliding his trousers off.
Normally after a ride I am not one for having a fella stay the night, or staying at his, either. However, I wasalreadystaying at his and the thought of walking the several kilometers of hallway back to the room I was using made mewant to weep with exhaustion.
Rather, when he lifted the duvet, I pulled myself in, “No cuddling now, I don’t do that,” I cautioned him.
“Neither do I,” he assured me. Though at some point in the night one or both of us turned out to be a liar, based on how we were laying when dawn, and my Da looking for Noreen, broke into the room.
Thank god it wasn’t Fintan.
Chapter Sixteen
In which we discover Leevill’s Diabolical Plan.
Alec…
“Oh! Goodness! Excuse me, I-”
I woke up with Fee draped on top of me and her horrified father whirled an about-face, looking at the wall.
“Da,” Fee sat up, stretching one arm with a groan while pulling the sheet up with the other. “What are you doing, storming into random bedrooms at the crack of dawn?”
