I figured he was done talking about the past, or his lost love. Fine with me. I got to my feet and inclined my head towards him respectfully. “I’ll see you later, Dalziel.”
I finally tracked Luc down to the bedroom, after a detour to the kitchen, where Pavel assured me he had dinner under control. Luc was sitting on the wide window ledge, arms wrapped around his knees, staring at something in the distance. He knew I was there, but didn’t move, so I slotted my arms around his waist and nuzzled his shoulder with my chin. “Whatcha looking at?”
“There’s a deer, just by the far tree line, see?” He pointed. “So beautiful. All graceful lines and dappled skin.”
“That’s nice.” It was indeed aesthetically gorgeous.
He sighed. “But I eat them, those stunning creatures. I tear their throats out and gorge myself on their flesh.” He leant back, and I took his weight against my chest. “It’s never usually a problem, but right now I’m having trouble reconciling both halves of who I am.”
I nibbled his earlobe. “Stop overthinking. You’re a wolf. You wouldn’t blame the non-shifter variety for having his dinner, would you? It’s not like you can survive without meat; you’re genetically designed to need it. Like I am, with blood.” I felt his small nod of agreement, then pressed down with my teeth on the spot behind his ear where I knew he was most sensitive. He moaned. “Oh fuck…”
“That’s a fantastic idea. Get naked.” I spun him around to face me, then changed my mind. “No, on second thoughts, don’t move. Just get your dick out.” I didn’t wait, and attacked his fly myself, dropping to my knees in front of him, his firm thighs bracketing my head as I inhaled his scent, earthy and warm, with a top note of fresh arousal as I freed his cock and breathed him in. Was there any better place on Earth I could be right this moment? I doubted it. “Wanna suck you, then you can fuck me, all right?”
He nodded, and curled his fingers in my hair, dragging me closer. “Absolutely all right. Can I choke you?”
I whimpered, and my own cock threatened to snap as it reared against my zip. “Shit, Luc, you say the sweetest things.”
He didn’t hold back. With his free hand gripping the edge of the window sill as an anchor, he thrust into me without mercy, pounding the back of my throat from the off. Hot, painful tears ran down my cheeks and into the fabric of my T-shirt. My nose got squashed with every jab of his length, my vision blurred as he cut off my ability to breathe, over and over again. I dug my nails into the backs of his thighs and held on for the ride, lost in him as Luc became my entire focus, my reason for living. My world.
Just as I began to sway, light-headed and woozy, he stopped. Withdrawing from my throat, but still filling my mouth, he supported me as I shuddered my way through an orgasm that stole my remaining breath. Utterly drained, and high as a kite, I slumped against his denim-clad calves, my chest heaving.
Sliding off the window sill, Luc gathered me into his arms on the carpet. “Christ, you’re perfect,” he said hoarsely. “Bloody, fucking perfect.” He kissed my sweaty temples and brushed my limp hair off my forehead. “You came hands free again.” The incredulous wonder in his tone made my heart glow, even as I wanted to argue. He’d done that, not me. He’d turned me on so much, I’d exploded from the inside out, like a star going supernova or some galactic shit.
“Mmmm.” I was drifting. I’d worry about the mess in my clothes later. “Fuck me now?” I sounded like someone else, a used and broken someone. I loved it. He’d done that to me. I lovedhim.
“You can’t be serious.” I found a residual thread of energy and pinched him to confirm that I was. He kissed me again, as if I were precious to him. “If you’re sure,” he said doubtfully, and rose, pulling me with him and laying me across the bed. I grappled uselessly with my belt, and he took pity on me, stripping me with speedy efficiency until I was laid out for him like the feast I dreamed of being.
“Jesus, Charley, you’re like a rag doll. I’m not sure you can even consent.”
I cracked one eye open and followed him as he removed the rest of his own clothes. It was an effort to form the words clearly, but I needed him right now, more than ever. I put every ounce of feeling I could into making my plea sound like a command. “Fuck…me. Make me…yours.Please.”
27
LUC
I fuckedCharley into the mattress, slow and steady, until his eyes rolled back in his head, and the only sounds he made were breathy moans and whimpers. His inability to form proper words concerned me, but not as much as the feral look in his eyes when I suggested stopping. Now his mouth was empty, and he was on his back splayed out for me, I could at least watch his chest rise and fall as I rolled my hips on alternate thrusts, forcing random squeaks and groans from his abused lips. Fuck, I adored him. It was as if he’d been created with me in mind; tousled, pliant, snarky, and sexy to the nth degree. No wonder I’d never been satisfied with a human lover — they simply couldn’t keep up with my physical side. But Charley could, and did, and gave me more than I could have dreamed of.
Lost in the myriad sensations of his tight arse around my length, and drowning in the sparkling splinters of blue that were Charley’s pretty eyes, my orgasm snuck up on me without warning. White lightning tore through me and I toppled into the abyss with a silent scream of surprise, my limbs locking as I trembled with its intensity.
When I could move, I made to pull out, but Charley held me firm with his heels, digging into the small of my back, and managed to roll us both onto our sides, our legs intertwined. “Stay,” he muttered, so I did, breathing in our combined sweaty, heavenly stink, until I finally slipped free of him, when I flopped onto my back and stared dazedly at the ceiling.
“Is it me, or do we get better and better?”
He rolled again so his arm was draped across my stomach. “Just saying, if at some point I faint, assume we’ve peaked.”
I summoned a chuckle, then groaned at the thought we were expecting company later. “Suppose we should shower.”
Charley wriggled up the bed a fraction and stuck his nose in my armpit. “Fuck that,” he mumbled, “Do it later. Wanna snuggle.”
I didn’t have the heart to push him away, even though his hair tickled my ribs and I was coated in sweat and cum. I made a grab for a blanket and draped it over the pair of us. We passed out, all thoughts of dinner or setting an alarm forgotten.
* * *
Eleanor deserved a raise,regardless of how well Dalziel was paying her. At ten thirty, she knocked loudly enough to rouse us, and called through the door that dinner would be ready in half an hour, giving us time to shower and make ourselves presentable.
The throaty purr of an engine disturbed the silence about a quarter to midnight. Charley and I were making good inroads into a stunning bottle of red wine Pavel had served with our meal, and I was mellow from our evening’s lovemaking and a stupendous dinner. I raised my glass to Charley. “Here’s to getting you off the hook.”
“Oh yes, I’d almost forgotten about that.” He spoke with a rasp that told anyone with half a clue exactly what we’d been doing earlier. It made my wolf preen to know how much Charley trusted me to give him what he craved in bed. He strode to the window to peer out. “I wonder who this friend of Dalziel’s is, and what they plan to do.”
