“Well, you see…” She tried to hide a grin. “My parents didn’t just leave me money. They left me this too. If you open it,” she unfolded the map, stretching it out, “you’ll see all of these.”
Her fingertip guided him to the small stars etched on the paper. She stopped, waiting for him to look at her. When he did, she smiled.
“That’s where Shepherds are,” she said, relieved she could share this with Emory. “My parents wanted me to have this so I wouldn’t go anywhere near them. They knew they would probably be found and it would be impossible to save me, so they put aside money and the map so I stood a chance of living a normal life when I was old enough to get away.”
“And this?” He indicated the big circle around New York.
“It was where I was going to hide next. I figured it would be harder to find me in a big city.” She blushed and bowed her head. “I didn’t realize you lived here, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“No?”
She peered up at him, seeing his grin, and a giggle escaped. “Absolutely not.”
Emory folded the map, his fingers almost useless as he studied her. She was about to ask him what was wrong when he tossed the bag off the bed, placed the map on top of it and turned to face her.
Oh my.
His eyes were almost yellow, breathtaking and brilliant. Her body responded in a way she didn’t expect, making her nipples sensitive in the open air, the sheets beneath her bare ass almost chafing. She’d totally forgotten she was naked—she hadn’t even given it much thought if she was being honest with herself. Her gaze slid down Emory’s torso, stopping when it reached his cock. He was completely erect, the skin a dark pink, veins visible along the shaft.
“Do you like what you see?”
She shook at the question, her pussy becoming wet, clit pulsing. His voice sounded like pure sexual enticement—raw, deep…animal. Breathing became difficult as everything vanished but Emory. The scent she’d noticed earlier seemed heavier, tempting her to do things she’d never have considered in the past. Embarrassment took a trip out the window, replaced by lust.
The sheet slid from her body as she crawled toward him, hands roaming over the firm contours of his chest, fingernails scraping his hot skin. His eyes continued to glow, his full lips pressing together. He growled as he put his hands on her waist and lifted her over him so that she straddled his legs. His cock brushed the seam of her ass, rock-hard but soft as satin. The length slid along the crease, venturing along the edge without pressing between her cheeks.
Their lips came together in a similar motion, sliding from side to side before she opened her mouth and Emory pressed his tongue inside. She moaned at the sensation, blanketed in unfamiliar smells and sensations. Her skin felt electrified, tingling all over. His hands felt as though they left ghostly imprints as he abandoned her waist and cupped her breasts. He stroked his calloused thumbs over her nipples and she pulled away from the kiss, arching her back in ecstasy. His thumbs feathered across the hard points, around and around.
“That’s right.” Emory sounded different, the words gruff. “Just like that. I love watching you like this.” She cried out when he pinched the sensitive buds and rolled them between his fingers. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Glowing yellow met chocolate brown as she complied, staring him in the eye. Meeting his gaze was more intimate than what they were doing together physically, as though they were sharing something far deeper. She bit her lip when he pinched her nipples again, the sharp sting making her wetter. Her pussy clenched and released. Touching wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside her, to feel him buried deep.
As though he read her mind, he growled, “Tell me what you want, Mary.”
“You,” she breathed, gasping when he squeezed her breasts.
He brought his wicked hands down, placing them on her hips and lifting her. The head of his cock slid along the crease of her pussy, nudging her clit. She reached down, taking the length in her hand, guiding it to her center. He was long, thick and heavy, the skin warm and smooth. She was so wet the broad tip slid into her with ease, the fullness stretching her in the most wicked of ways. No pain or resistance. Now her body welcomed him happily, taking all he had to give and wanting more.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
She did what he asked, using him as an anchor as his cock parted her like a whisper. He invaded her inch by inch until she was seated on him fully. There was no discomfort this time, only the give of her pussy as she surrounded him. The dull throb inside her didn’t lessen, so she did what came naturally. Lifting up, she groaned at the loss of pressure, feeling him ease from her body. When he was nearly free she came back down in a fast motion, impaling herself on his cock, throwing her head back as she cried out.
“Again,” Emory growled, lifting her away, bring her back down. “Fuck yes. Exactly like that, sweetheart. Ride me.”
Rising slightly on her knees, she started to move, riding the length of his cock. She rotated her hips as she descended, rubbing her clit on his pelvis when she felt the heaviness of his sac against her ass. He mirrored her motions, plunging into her when she started the trip back down.
“I’ve dreamed of the way you’d feel around my cock.” Emory urged her forward, licking a line from the arch of her neck to her ear. He blew a steady stream of air inside, nuzzling the outer shell. “You’re so hot and tight, Mary. Squeezing me like a second skin. I love the way you feel, how wet you are for me.”
The explicit way he spoke made her skin heat and her insides ripple, the warmth in her abdomen building with each thrust of his cock. She balanced herself with her hands and looked him in the eye again, taking in the pleasure on his face. Desperate to see him in the grips of desire, she rose up and moved down, raking her fingers into his shoulders. His lips pulled back and she stared at the pointed canines in his mouth, the tips sharper and more elongated than usual.
Bite him.
She didn’t know where the compulsion came from, why she suddenly ran her tongue along her teeth and her eyes drifted from his mouth to his neck. The fleshy portion of his shoulder that met the wide column of his throat beckoned, calling to her in a way she didn’t understand. She wanted to mark him, proclaim him as hers, so that everyone would know he was taken. She needed to know he was out of any other female’s reach. Moving her hand to his head, she wrapped her fingers in his hair, tugging on the strands as she brought her head down.
“Mary.” Emory groaned, the tips of his fingers brutally pressing into her skin. “Wait.”
It was too late. She refused to listen. She lapped at his skin, reveling in the salty taste and the way he smelled so close to her nose. When she struck she didn’t go easy, biting him hard enough that she tasted the metallic bitterness of his blood on her tongue. The hand at her waist moved to her sex. She gasped when he pushed the tips of his fingers against her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in a practiced motion.
It felt as though flames spread throughout her body, from her nipples to her stomach all the way down to her pussy. She moved against his hand, finding just the right spot, rotating her hips to make sure the contact continued. The width of his cock allowed him to hit a place deep inside her that caused her to whimper, so good she thought she couldn’t take the pleasure.
“Let go, sweetheart. Come for me.”
It felt as though she detonated into a million particles, her body thrashing with the intensity of an orgasm that turned her insides to jelly. Liquid fire spread from her sex to her stomach, expanding outward. Screaming, she writhed on Emory’s lap, the plunges of his cock and exploration of his fingers extending her orgasm. Nothing had ever felt so good, sending her soaring, her wings eagerly extended as she took flight.