Opening the door to the room, I see Alaska dozing on the bed. She looks so peaceful that I nearly turn and leave, but Alaska suddenly opens her eyes to look at me as if sensing my presence. “Dash,” she murmurs, her voice as smooth as silk. Closing the door behind me, I make my way towards her.
Sitting on the bed I lean forward kissing my woman gently. “Miss me?”
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Lifting my arms, I place them around his neck, “where did you disappear to, I thought you were riding behind us,” I ask, feeling a ripple down my spine as he strokes his fingers lightly down my back.
I see him frown and then he is leaning against my ear, his lips nibbling on my ear. “Don’t comment on what I am going to tell you, as there might be cops listening.” I tense at his whispered comment, but I don’t say anything. “On the way to go and meet with you, I saw a van hidden just inside our property. When King sent someone to investigate, the van was gone, but there was a body of a woman.” I gasp and snap back to look at his face, his beautiful green eyes are solemn as he nods.
My heart goes out to the poor woman. What kind of sick person does something like that for pleasure? Leaning into Dash once again, he places his lips near my ear, kissing it again before continuing with his recounting of what happened.
“It was the serial killer, at least we saw the car and have a clue. We are going to tell the cops later but if they ask you anything you don’t know anything, okay?” I nod, “also when you’re with Dakota and Onix don’t mention anything about us being shifters because if they are listening to any of our conversations, they might pick something up.” I lean back again and nod, I have never been in a situation like this before but I’m someone that can easily keep a secret which is good in this situation.
Dash places his hand around my neck and pulls me towards him. “I’ve missed you,” Dash murmurs, and then he is kissing me, his lips like a hot brand scorching my soul. His hand around my neck holding me still as he ignites the passion within me, his other arm snakes around my waist pulling me close to his body. I can smell leather and pines on his skin, an aroma that has become as intoxicating to me as the man itself.
He lifts his head and looks deep into my eyes as his hands stroke down the sides of my body until he is grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up and over my head. “Beautiful,” he murmurs as he looks down at my naked breasts as I took off my bra earlier when I started to doze. His fingers move to my nipples, stroking, pinching.
“Mmm,” I murmur as I close my eyes in pleasure, I love the way he touches me, the way my body reacts to his lovemaking. I feel his breath against my skin and then his tongue is lapping at my nipple, his unshaven jaw building a friction throughout my body that leaves me wet and wanting.
“I could worship your body the whole day long.” The gravelly tone of his voice has goosebumps appearing throughout my body. The heat from his body radiating to ignite my passion to a volcanic proportion. I move my hands over his arms, hearing his intake of breath as I scorch my nails over his skin.
Suddenly he is pushing me back until I am lying flat on the bed, his hands on my skirt as he pulls it down together with my panties, throwing the two pieces of clothing on the floor as his eyes travel over my now naked body. “Unfair if you all dressed and I’m naked,” he smiles at me; a naughty look on his face.
“I am going to take my time worshiping your body first.” The way his eyes travel over my body tells me that he has every intention of keeping to his word. His fingers stroke up my ankle, and then his lips are following his touch, kissing, nibbling as he moves up my leg, his tongue flickers out on the inside of my knee which has me humming in pleasure.
One of these days I will be the one taking my time with his body, and then I will kiss every inch of his magnificent tight body, his muscles, tattoos tasting every sinew and crevices’. “Ohh,” I gasp as his finger strokes over my lady lips, and I feel the moistness spreading as his finger moves.
“I’m going to taste you, savour every drop, until your taste is engraved in my DNA.” And then his lips are kissing me, his stubble scratching wonderfully over my skin. I can feel his hot tongue as it laps at the moistness there. He murmurs as he tastes my essence, his tongue penetrating my very depths, stroking, making me wild with pleasure.
Dash moves his hands up my body, covering my breasts while his mouth still worships my very core, his fingers pinching the nipples which have my body curving up in pleasure. I can feel my orgasm nearing, my breathing is erratic as my body tightens with the need to explode, but then Dash is pulling back.
“No, don’t stop,” my voice is a whispered rasp.
“Greedy girl,” he says with a grin, but his eyes are glowing that internal light of his, I look down his body to see his jeans stretched to the limit over his impressive manhood. “I told you I would take my time, that means that you will orgasm when I want you to orgasm and not before.” His words have me groaning in frustration.
“You do know that one day it will be my turn to torture you, don’t you?”
“Will look forward to it,” he says as he pulls off his t-shirt, the light glowing off his tattooed body. I pull myself into a sitting position so I can touch his chest, but he pulls me back down, “Did I say you could sit up?” he asks a gleam to his eyes which has me hotter than ever at his dominance. He leans forward taking my wrists in one hand, he holds my arms above my head as he kisses my neck, his hard chest touching my breasts every time he moves. His kisses move over my jaw to my lips and then he is kissing me senseless, everything around me disappearing as the only thing I care about in this moment is the man that is over me, giving me pleasure, turning every nerve in my body into a tool of passion.
The fabric of his jeans reminding me that he still has them on, which displeases me as I want to feel his whole body against mine. Lifting my pelvis, I rub against his much harder body, hearing him groan deep in his throat as I rub against his quivering maleness. He shoots off the bed suddenly and I see him pull his boots off and then he’s stripping off his jeans, kicking them to the side. I thought he would now take us both out of our misery but instead he takes hold of my shoulder and pushes me over until I am half turned on my stomach and then his hand comes down and spanks me, stinging but not really sore.
“Oh,” I murmur but his hand comes down on my other bum cheek, “this is for having provoked me you naughty girl” and then he has both his hands on my waist from behind and he is lifting me nearly off the bed as he places me on my knees. I feel his cock sliding over my ass and then into my very core, we are both too hot to go slow, his thrusts are deep and fast. I am gasping, feeling my muscles tightening around him as he thrusts harder, deeper, faster. My cries are louder, as my body reaches its peak and flies over the cliff of pleasure, my orgasm like a rush of adrenalin that has me feeling more alive than I have ever felt before.
I hear Dash roar his release, his hands tightening on my waist as he thrusts one more time, and then he is still. His breathing as laboured as mine, my legs shaking in reaction to my release. I move slightly and then he is slipping out of my body, his hand stroking my back gently as he pushes me gently down on the bed laying down next to me he pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. Our breathing slowly returning to normal, our bodies glistening with the aftermath of our lovemaking.
I have had sex with other men before, but never have I had the mind blowing, overwhelming experience that I have just had. I know that he’s my mate, and some magical way that makes us linked emotionally, physically, and I believe to a certain extent mentally. I never once thought I would be experiencing the emotions that I have experienced in just a short couple of days. Am I scared that this is all a passing fancy? Yes, but I have never felt as strongly about anyone before like I do about Dash, so even if it’s a passing fancy I will rather run with it than stop something that clearly is meant to be.
I jump in surprise when my phone starts to ring, Dash leans over me, picks up my phone looking at the screen before passing it on to me. “It’s your mom”
“Oh, she must have asked my brother already,” I say and see Dash frown in question.
“Mom?”
“Hi Darling, I’ve asked your brother, and he says that your school friend he spoke to was Josh Termit.” I can feel myself frowning as I try to picture who Josh Termit is, the name rings a bell, but I can’t picture who he is, therefore he definitely wasn’t a friend.
“Thank you, Mom. His name rings a bell, but I can’t place him yet.”
“Hold on Darling your brother wants to speak to you,” I feel awkward lying here naked as I talk to my Mom and brother on the phone but at least they won’t guess at what I have just done as my breathing has now slowed back to normal.