* * *
She slowly rolled the condom down Xander’s hard shaft, careful to not nick it with her claws and thanking God she’d remembered to throw the box in with her toiletries when she’d packed up back in Washington. Fortunately, they had half a box of the things. They might put a serious dent in her supply tonight.
Xander was lying flat on his back on her bed, exactly where she’d pushed him when he’d followed her into the room. He played nice while she got the condom in place, but as soon as it was ready, he tried to sit up and take charge.
“Uh-uh.” She put both her clawed hands on his chest and pushed him back down. “You stay right there.”
She let her claws dig in a bit to show him she meant business, but she doubted he even noticed. He probably would have tried to get up if she didn’t stop him by throwing one of her legs across his waist and sitting down on him. He stilled the second the heat of her pussy got close to his cock, the glow in his eyes flaring.
Her gaze locked with his, Khaki deliberately reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick length, lining up the tip with her pussy. She wiggled the head around a little, not trying to tease him, but just making sure he was really wet. Then she slowly took the first inch or two inside her. Xander grabbed her hips with a growl and pulled her down all the way.
Khaki gasped as he filled her. She’d never dreamed having her inside him could feel like this.
She wanted to stay right where she was, with his cock buried deep inside her. But the werewolf in her demanded that she move—urgently. With Xander’s hands guiding her, she leaned forward and lifted herself halfway up, then dropped down hard. Her gasps turned to growls as she rode him. Every time she came down, sparkles of light filled her vision, letting her know that this night was going to be amazing.
Khaki leaned forward even more and pressed her lips to his throat. She licked, nipped, and kissed, loving the way Xander’s grip tightened on her ass.
She was just feeling the first tremors of an approaching orgasm when he suddenly rolled them over so that he was on top. She wrapped her legs around him, threw her head back, and enjoyed the incredible sensations as he slammed into her wildly.
Now it was Xander’s turn to lean forward and lick, nip, and kiss as he pinned her wrists on the pillow beside her head. Not that she was complaining. Everything he did, whether it was with his tongue, fangs, or lips, felt good. Better than good. Xander knew exactly how she needed to be touched before she did. Sometimes his touch was gentle, like when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and toyed with it. But other times, like when he scraped his sharp fangs along her neck and sank them into her shoulder, she thought she might pass out from the pleasure.
The whole time he pounded into her harder than she thought humanly possible. The slapping sounds of his hips as they smacked into her thighs over and over was the sexiest sound she had ever heard. And the feel of his cock so deep inside her was beyond heavenly.
There was no slow, blissful buildup to orgasm. One moment she was moaning in delight, the next, she was writhing on the bed like a wild animal as her climax ran over her like a truck.
She yanked her wrists out of Xander’s grasp, then reached up to dig her claws in his back, urging him to thrust even harder. He definitely understood what she wanted, and he gave it to her, pumping into her so fiercely she knew she was going to feel it tomorrow. But she couldn’t care less. She’d never had sex this good—this perfect—before. And if that meant she was going to have to soak in an ice bath tomorrow, then so be it.
The longest orgasm of her life was just starting to ebb before Khaki realized that Xander hadn’t come yet. That hardly seemed fair. She clenched her legs around him and squeezed hard, eager to see his face as he came inside her. But clearly Xander wasn’t ready to come yet because he reached back, pulled her legs apart, and flipped her over on her hands and knees so fast she barely realized what he was doing. But then he was sliding back into her from behind, pushing her breasts against the mattress as he yanked her back onto his cock.
As Xander began to move slowly inside her, she felt that pleasurable throb that told her that her body was ready for more. That surprised her. In the past when a man had kept going after she’d already climaxed, she had normally been too tender to handle very much stimulation.
Something told her that wasn’t going to be an issue with Xander. She was already yearning for him to go faster and harder.
Khaki pushed her ass back, trying to let him know. She would have told him, but she wasn’t sure she was capable of coherent speech at the moment.
Xander got the message and started thrusting harder. Maybe it was because she was a werewolf now, but she knew without a doubt that doggie style like this was going to be her favorite position for the rest of her life. The way the tip of his cock thumped into her G-spot with every thrust in this position was driving her insane. She was shredding the blanket and the sheet under it, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was hold on and enjoy the ride.
When Xander grabbed her hips tightly with both hands, and started to slam into her so hard it sounded like she was being spanked, she knew he was close to climaxing too.
She threw a look over her shoulder, locking eyes with him. “Come with me.”
His gold eyes swirled, glowing brighter. With something close to a howl, he buried his cock deep inside her one more time and found his release.
Her orgasm this time wasn’t as hard as the first one, but knowing he was coming with her made it even more special.
Xander collapsed forward, pressing her into the bed as he slipped his arms under her and squeezed her tightly. The feel of his warm, ragged breath on her neck was a perfect way to end the best sex of her life. If they fell asleep like this, she’d be one happy woman.
But less than a minute later, Xander pushed himself up, then scooped her into his arms.
“Where are we going?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He grabbed the box of condoms and headed for the living room. “There’s a couch I’m dying to see you bent over, not to mention your kitchen table.”
* * *
“That was amazing,” Khaki murmured softly as she lay there with her head pillowed on Xander’s muscular chest.
Maybe that was the understatement of all understatements, but at that moment, she simply couldn’t put into words exactly what the past few hours with Xander had been like. It was quite possible the right words to describe how good the sex had been with him didn’t exist. Or maybe her vocabulary was so limited right now because she’d just overdosed on pleasure. All those orgasms were why she was still lying in Xander’s arms right there in the middle of her living room floor. Neither of them could summon the energy to get up and go to the bedroom.
