She moaned, aching between her legs.
“I don’t even know you, Olivia. It feels strange to be doing this.”
She was too busy tasting him to let go. But you’ve worked up a lot of women at the Elf Lords Hideaway. Just think of me that way. I’m not innocent, and I have no expectations.
“You know about my activities at the bar?”
I think the entire realm knows what you’ve been up to.
At that, he laughed. “I just have one thing to say to that, Olivia: Where have you been all my life.”
She smiled. “And now that I’m here, how about we make the most of it. Because who knows when we’ll get the chance again.”
He caught her chin. “You’re beautiful, especially when you smile. Have I thanked you yet for getting me out of that camp?”
She reached up and kissed him. “The least I could do, Mastyr, since I know the sacrifices you make night after night on behalf of your realm.”
She slid her nose into his neck and nuzzled him, kissing the dagger and three drops of blood. Then, moving across to bite his shoulder, she licked his skin once more.
He groaned. “That is so hot. What are you doing?”
Tasting you, she pathed. Has to be a wolf thing. I love your muscles, your strength, your power. Biting you like this just feels right.
He fondled her back and her neck, his other hand sliding down to cup her bottom. “Well, whatever the reason, I love it.”
She released him, her chin low. She wasn’t exactly inside her human head. Instead, she was all wolf. Still facing him, she leaned in but slid her right leg behind his then gave him a hard shove. As planned, he lost his balance, landing on his back in the sand.
“What the fuck?” He scowled up at her.
She didn’t try to explain. Instead, she leaped on him, working the metal button at the top of his pants and when she had the zipper down, she eased his cock out.
He made no more protests as he relaxed into the moment.
She shifted to lie off to the side of him, stretching out in the sand, then took his cock in her mouth. As before, his hand stroked her back then put the nicest controlling pressure once more on the nape of her neck.
He was hung and beautiful and she’d been craving him, this, his cock, her mouth, with all her hot wetness between her legs.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Doesn’t matter right now. We can talk later. Or not. I don’t care. All I want is this, you, and I want you drinking at my throat again.
His cock jerked as her tongue played over him.
“Okay.” His voice was deep, so deep. And hoarse with need.
She stroked him as she sucked the head of his cock, rimming the sensitive edge with her tongue.
When he stopped her with a slight pressure on her shoulder, she understood and went to work removing his boots.
He started to rise, no doubt intending to help, but she shoved at his chest once more. “I’m doing this.”
“So demanding.” But he chuckled and again settled himself in the sand.
She touched the skulls along the side seams of his boots, every last one of them. How many times had she thought about doing this? Maybe not in the sand, but she’d wanted to finger the skulls while she unzipped his boots and got him out of his clothes.
By the time she was done, he lay naked, his hands laced behind his head as he watched her, his eyes glinting in the dark, his cock upright and ready for her.
She lost her blouse and that’s when he sat up halfway, supporting himself with his hands behind him. He settled his gaze on her cleavage then shifted slightly so he could touch her fur as she removed her bra. “Damn, this is sexy. I’ve never been with a shifter woman who offered up so much fur. I’m loving it.”