“I love you too. But if you don’t hurry up and put something inside me, I may have to have a visit with Mr. Dildo.”
“I threw him out,” Evan said, sliding a finger inside me and making me groan. “You don’t need him anymore.”
“Liar.” I gasped as he brushed my prostate. “You wouldn’t do that.”
He smirked, adding a second finger. “Wouldn’t I?”
“Nope.” Fuck, the burn was already so good. That I knew it was only going to get better had me shivering. “Not when you haven’t seen me riding it yet.”
Evan’s pupils dilated. “That’s true. Good thing he’s still safely tucked in the drawer.”
A third finger now. My cock was leaking, staining Evan’s shirt. “Would it be wrong for me to wear this shirt to bed tonight?”
Evan followed my stare down to the dark patch. His growl rattled through me as he replaced his finger with his cock. “Fuck no. You going to sleep covered in my scent and the scent of us together? That’s hot as fuck, sweetheart.”
Our moans mingled as he bottomed out. The stretch was pure bliss, the burn rushing through me. This never got old, regardless of how often we did it.
I suspected it never would. Certainly hoped it wouldn’t.
Evan paused. “You good?”
“Yes.” I wriggled my hips impatiently. “Fuck me, Evan. Don’t hold back.”
He nipped at my lips with a grin. “Love you, bossy.”
My laugh ended on a moan as his hips snapped up. “Fuck.”
“That’s it,” Evan grunted, pulling out before thrusting back in to the hilt. “Take all of me, sweetheart.”
I might like being in charge in the bedroom. Hell, most of the time I needed it. But right now? I was boneless with pleasure, clinging to Evan’s broad shoulders as he did his very best to put me through the wall.
It was a good thing we were miles away from any other shifters, because there was no way I’d have been able to hold back the scream I gave as I came. Evan was almost as loud, falling over the edge seconds after I did.
As we came down, I rested my head on his shoulder. “We definitely need a place further out.”
“Agreed,” Evan panted. “One with lots of walls. And tables. Any hard surfaces, really.”
I lifted my head to grin at him. “We’ll christen them all, baby.”
Chapter 32
Reid
The good mood lasted for the next several hours. Through our shared shower, our whispered conversation, and while we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep as a storm raged on outside our windows. All the way up until dawn.
When Evan bolted upright in bed beside me.
“Shit,” he hissed, his whole body vibrating. “Sweetheart, get up.”
I sat up drowsily. We’d only fallen asleep a little while ago, and my brain wasn’t online yet. From the sounds of it, the storm had ended. I couldn’t understand what was so urgent. “Huh? What?”
“Shifters just crossed the borders,” he said, throwing a pair of joggers and a hoody at me. “Dress quickly. They’re coming.”
A chill went through me, and then I was moving. Nothing like a bolt of adrenaline and bloodcurdling fear to get you out of bed in the morning.
Evan didn’t bother dressing. That fact alone had my hands shaking as I pulled his hoody over my head.
He knew he’d be shifting soon.
