She struggles to get her arms free. I let her, but she doesn’t push me away. She puts her hands on my cheeks and pulls me to her, kissing me harder like before, like our first night in the meadow.
Catching the top of her head, I pull her hair back, tilting her chin upward so I can dip down and pierce her skin. She trembles in my arm, letting out a little moan as I taste her blood. She’s not lying to me. She’s changed. Something very surprising has changed in her, in both of us, and I release her hair so our eyes can meet.
The clouds move apart and light filters in through the windows. It’s not a full moon, but it’s enough that I can see her eyes round and glowing blue. Neither of us speaks; we only look in each other’s eyes. Now that there’s light, I roll away onto my side so I can see her body in my bed.
She watches as I slide the back of my finger from my mark at her neck, over her collarbone, and down the soft swell of her breast. Her nipple hardens, and I pause, circling the tip of my thumb around it. Another little shiver, and her back arches, bringing her closer to my touch.
I blink back up to her eyes, and they’re darker now. Her lip is clamped hard between her teeth, and her skin glistens. My erection aches for her wet heat, but I want to go slow. I’ve been thinking about this for days, thinking I might never touch her body again. She was lost to me. Now she’s found, and I want to take my time with her.
Flattening my palm against her stomach, I spread my fingers over her torso, before sliding them down, curling my longest into her when I reach her core. Her eyes roll closed with a moan. She’s so wet. Her head drops back as she slides the length of her body against mine. Her beautiful breasts bounce along the ripples of my chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, working my fingers in and out as my thumb circles her clit.
A slim hand fumbles to my dick, and I feel her grasp me, pumping my shaft up and down. Her fingers don’t meet around me. I’m too thick, and for a moment I think I ought to have been gentler our first time. Then I remember how hard she slammed her ass against my torso once I was inside her. A little smile, and I decide it was okay.
“Koa?” It’s a soft gasp.
“Yes, beautiful thing?” I’m savoring every second of this encounter like a fine wine or an expensive dessert. I want to remember it always.
“I want you inside me,” she moans, grasping my shoulders.
I won’t make her ask again. I roll onto my back and she’s up, straddling my waist and positioning the head of my cock at her pussy. One fast drop and my eyes roll back.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as her muscles squeeze the length of my dick, base to tip. “Jesus, Mercy, you’re so tight.”
She’s lost in her own pleasure, eyes closed as she rides me. Her small hands are against my chest and she braces herself as she bounces, pushing her breasts together in the most gorgeous way. I watch through hooded eyes as her chin drops forward, her beautiful hair falls around her shoulders, dancing in slight bends at her nipples.
Her hips move faster, rocking forward and back, and I don’t break her rhythm. I reach back to squeeze her soft ass and run my thumb along her clit.
“Oh!” She jerks when I touch her, squeezing me so hard inside I almost blow.
I touch her again, gentler this time, barely massaging her swollen clit. She’s so close it only takes a few strokes before her head falls back and she wails so loudly, I’m sure the neighbors are hearing this.
Her insides break into spasms, and I let go, pulsing into her, filling her as she continues moving over my hips. A little bead of sweat traces down the inside of her neck, slipping between her breasts, and I lean up to lick it away. Her hands immediately cup my cheeks, pulling my mouth to hers.
We kiss each other roughly and ravenously. I’ve just come, but I’m easily hard for her again. Repositioning her, I move her onto her stomach so I can slide into her from behind.
Her arms are trapped at her sides this time, and I don’t let her go, gripping them firmly as I pump into her fast and hard. Her face is in the pillow and she’s whimpering. Still, she arches her ass up to receive my dick. I keep going harder, faster. I’m not stopping until I come again, which doesn’t take long.
My orgasm breaks, and for a minute I have to hold her, hold still so I don’t shift. The pleasure is overwhelming. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I’m pretty sure I know why.
Releasing her arms, I fall to the side, gathering her limp body to my chest and kissing her head, her face, dipping down to kiss her shoulder. She only holds me, eyes closed. Her fingers trace into my hair and I feel her lips softly touching me.
“Let’s sleep now,” I whisper, and she nods, curling into my side like she did the last time. She’s my little lynx, and I curl my body behind hers, holding her to me as we surrender to sleep.
Sharing
Mercy
Dawn is a hazy glow when I open my eyes again. The rain has passed, and I’m in Koa’s bed with his large body around me. His arms hold my waist, and we’re curled tightly together. I’ve never felt so perfect.
Once I realized it was him who had been outside my window, he’d been the one to chase the fear away and allow me to sleep, I knew I couldn’t wait for California. I needed to be with him. Last night had been the second most incredible night of my life.
Now, however, it’s morning, and I have no clothes. I came over here in my lynx form, thinking I’d apologize hopefully get lucky, and then slip out again before anyone was the wiser. Somewhere along the way, my plans changed, and I couldn’t leave. I think it was when the moon finally appeared, and we saw the same thing reflected in each other’s eyes.
What’s happening between us is more than a casual hookup. Still, I won’t say the words yet. Even though we’re shifters, it’s too soon, and I have too much at stake to follow that train of thought at this point.
Twisting slowly, I try to loosen his grip without waking him. It doesn’t work. When I start to squirm, his grip on me tightens, then he relaxes and lets me go, rolling onto his back with a deep exhale.