Braden seemed to know it, too. He teased and caressed her until she thought she was going to scream. She was so close to coming that she yowled in disappointment when he stopped what he was doing and took his hands away. But the sound froze in her throat as she felt him firmly grip one of her hips and nudge her a little higher on her knees.
Dreya melted as he pushed his thickness inside her, a deep, pleasure-laced growl escaping from her lips. She was so wet and ready for him that he had no problem sliding in deep, and the sensation of being completely filled was almost a transcendent experience. He felt so perfect, it was like he’d been made for her.
When he began to thrust, the movement was almost agonizingly slow, with him pulling almost all the way out until he was barely inside, then plunging in slowly. Her body tingled all over from that single thrust, and she felt her fangs slip out.
With any other man, she would have immediately tried to control her shift, but with Braden, she just relaxed and let go, allowing her feline side to enjoy the experience, too.
The second thrust was faster, and the third faster still. Then, when he must have felt she was ready, he began to pick up speed…and she just about lost her mind.
The slap of his hips and thighs smacking against her ass, the feel of his strong hands clutching her hips, not to mention the sexy, primal grunt he made each time he pumped into her, turned her on as much as the physical pleasure his cock provided.
She tried not to shred his comforter with her claws, but what he was doing felt so damn good, it was hard to control anything her body did, especially her shifted side. The animal seemed to have a mind of its own as pleasure spiraled through her, making her purr and yowl like the feline she was.
Her body shook as Braden pounded into her harder. Then she was exploding, her back bowing as her head came up to cut loose with a loud scream of pure pleasure.
Dreya was just coming down from her high, her body spasming around him so tightly, she couldn’t imagine how he was still able to move inside her, when he flipped her over, spread her legs wide, and slipped right back inside.
The move was so smooth and powerful that it took her breath away almost as much as the expression on Braden’s handsome face. Her fangs were out, and her eyes were probably glowing so bright, they looked like green neon, and yet, all she saw on his face was total lust—and total acceptance. He had flipped her over like this on purpose, so he could look her straight in the eyes as he came.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in tightly as he thrust. He plunged so deep, it was almost shocking, but she never looked away, never broke eye contact with him. With every thrust, she lifted her hips to meet his.
When he climaxed, she came again with him, not as hard as before, but still more powerfully than any other orgasm she’d ever had. This time, though, she focused on him and his pleasure and the emotions reflected on his face.
Their joining was the most intense thing she’d ever experienced, and when both their orgasms were done, when every trace of possible pleasure had been wrung out of them, she pulled him down and kissed him. It was tricky with her fangs out, but they managed.
After her fangs and claws retracted, Braden lifted his head and gazed at her. His shaft still pulsed inside her ever so slightly, and his breathing was ragged.
“Is it like that every time for you?” he asked huskily. “Your claws and fangs coming out, I mean?”
Dreya smiled and shook her head. “It’s never been like that for me. No one has ever made my body shift like that. Not like you do.”
Braden regarded her for a long moment, then a slow smile spread across his face. “Well then, what do you say we see how many times we can get those claws and fangs to come out tonight?”
* * *
Braden was walking out of the bathroom the next morning, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair damp from the shower, when the door to his apartment opened, and Mick walked in with a stack of mail in his hand.
Mick stopped cold a few feet inside the door. “You’re home.”
“Yeah,” Braden said. “Last night.”
His friend closed the door. “You should have called me. I wouldn’t have bothered stopping by to pick up your mail if I’d known you were going to be off for the weekend.”
Braden opened his mouth to point out that technically, he wasn’t off today, when Mick’s eyes suddenly widened. Braden turned to see Dreya saunter out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but the T-shirt she’d had on last night.
“Morning, Mick.”
Giving them a smile, she walked past him and a flabbergasted Mick into the kitchen. Taking one of the MPD mugs out of the cabinet, she poured coffee into it, then added a packet of sweetener and some milk.
Mick stared at her as she padded down the short hallway and into the bedroom, his gaze on Dreya’s perfectly toned legs. Only when she had closed the door behind her did he turn and look at Braden.
“Um…that was Dreya Clark, right?”
Braden nodded. “Yeah.”
Mick seemed to consider that. “And she just came out of your bedroom half-naked, wearing one of your T-shirts, right?”
Braden’s mouth twitched. “Yeah.”
