He went with his instincts. He grabbed her arm, pulling her around. His free arm went around her waist and he lifted her up against his chest so her feet dangled. Damn, She was soft everywhere.
Before she could do more than squeak indignantly, his lips were on hers. Her lips were silky and warm, and as this would probably be the first and last time, he would ever get to taste them he went for broke, pushing into her mouth with an insistent tongue and squeezing her ass with his free hand. His other hand was a steel bar holding her against him. Not a soft kiss, or particularly tender, he plundered and possessed, nipping with his teeth and soothing with a hot tongue.
And he almost came right there when she moaned and kissed him back. She captured his tongue sucking and twining around it, then followed into the cavern of his mouth to explore. He groaned, hoisting her up so the junction of her thighs rubbed against the shaft trying to drill through his jeans. He grabbed her delectable ass with both hands. He kneaded the two handfuls as he pulled her closer. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, neck, and waist. He was completely gone.
Chapter Two
“Well this is unexpected.” The voice tickled Clytie from a distance, but she was too busy being swallowed whole to pay attention.
“You might be right Mac.”
“I’m always right, can you be more specific?”
“She likes him better. Maybe I’m losing my touch.”
Mac laughed. “How many women handed you their phone numbers in the thirty minutes we've been at this fucked up excuse for a bar?”
“Only three.”
Mac laughed again. “Come on Romeo you grab Demon and I’ll grab her and we’ll pull until they let go.”
“Why can’t I grab her?”
Mac snorted, “Rank has its privileges.”
“Fuck.” Ben said it without heat as he watched them devour each other. Nothing else existed for them. “You ever been kissed like that?” Ben’s head listed to the side as he watched.
“No.” Mac’s voice was dead certain.
“Me either.”
A few people passed them in the hall on their way out, making a wide berth around the kissing couple. Clytie began to realize where she was and what she was doing, or rather whom. She pulled back from the kiss with an effort and dodged Demon when he would have claimed her mouth again. Instead, his lips found her throat, and sucked. Clyties eyes rolled back in her head, but she dropped her legs from around his waist in an effort to distance herself. He growled in warning, actually growled, like a dog standing over his bone.
“Demon stop.” Her voice sounded so breathless and unsure to his ears, but he heard, and he was going to stop, absolutely he was,
“Just one minute.” He said against the skin of her collarbone.
“He doesn't look like he means it.” Ben said, Deadpan.
“Nope.” Mac agreed, she had turned her head to glare at them and Demon took the chance to skim his teeth from the back of her neck to the front, nuzzling down against her cleavage as he hefted her higher with the grip he had on her butt.
Clytie gave a little squeak at the move. Her face flashed hot enough to fry eggs. She wasn't sure if she was more embarrassed or turned on but this was not how she behaved in public with strange men. Or any man for that matter. Enough was enough. She placed a hand on either side of his face and tried to pull him away from her chest.
“He certainly seems to be enjoying himself.” Mac said. “His own little happy place.”
Ben grunted an affirmative, his eyes curiously bright.
Clytie glared over Demons head. “You two are not helping.” If they had popcorn and recliners, it’d be a show.
“Oh honey...” Ben said, his voice a smooth blend of sex, “You have no idea how I’d like to help. But I don’t think he wants to share.”
She ignored that, concentrating instead on trying to pull Demons head up by his chin.
“Demon stop.” This time her voice was sure.
“m amift.” Whatever that meant. He didn’t stop, just pulled her up for better range. She let out a huff of breath and placed her elbow on his shoulder, resting her head on her hand as she tried to think around her revved libido. She narrowed her eyes at Ben.
“Demon,” She made her voice high and frantic. “Ben’s touching my ass!”
“What the fuck?” Demon roared, there was no other way to describe the sheer fury. His head snapped up with a vengeance, his wolf eyes tracking around until he caught Ben standing a good two feet away, hands down at his sides. She felt Demon squeezing the ass cheeks he still held possession of. He narrowed an accusing glare at Clytie, even as his so-called friends started laughing.
“Back with us are we?” She asked, her words having a bite that had him reassessing the situation. He cleared his throat, setting her down on her feet, his hands moving from her plump ass to her hips. He fought to get his hands to release completely, he really did, they just didn't want to cooperate. She crossed her arms belligerently as a departing restaurant couple squeezed by. Clyties glare hurried them along. It made Demon smile, such a little spitfire. Such a passionate bundle of... His hands tightened on her hips before he thought better of it.
“Demon.” She said in warning. He barely stopped himself from pulling her back up against him. Her hands went to his wrists to unlock them from her hips. He allowed it, barely, feeling a bit like a kid with his favorite toy taken away. What was it about this woman? Sex had always been easy to take or leave, he took it when offered, and then he left. Simple easy, hard, and fast, that’s how he liked it. Never before had he had this overwhelming need for a woman. Never had the wolf been in such territorial agreement with the man. As dangerous as he was, with the training he had, losing control would be irresponsible. He needed to walk away. The thought sent the wolf into a kind of frenzy that only reaffirmed to the man that this woman was a danger to his control. He would apologize and leave her alone.
He started to open his mouth when she glared at his laughing friends and pulled him closer to exit door, making sure they were out of hearing range. Course shape-shifters could hear pretty damn good. O.K. No problem. He could do this with an audience. Say good-bye and watch her sashay that fine ass away. If he didn't throw up first.
“Do you still want to have sex?” She asked the question in an almost whisper and he nearly swallowed his tongue.
“What?” He couldn’t have heard that right.
“Do you still want to have sex?” Her face had flipped back to bright red. She should be embarrassed, it was a stupid question. He growled and went to grab her again.
She slapped his hands away. “Not here.” She hissed.
Right. Not here. “Give me your keys.”
“Why?” Again with the stupid questions.
“Ben can follow in your car so we don’t have to leave it here.”
“Why can’t I follow you in my car?”
“Because,” He said his eyes a fierce heat marking her. “You’re riding with me.”
“That’s ridiculous. I can fol...”
“Enough talk.” He barked, grabbing her purse out of her hands he threw it at Ben who almost fumbled the unexpected pitch. Then he plucked her up and over his shoulder. Surprisingly she stayed quiet, whether in shock or paralysis, Demon didn’t care. Since he was certain he could get out little but “Me Demon, you Clytie,” he figured talk right now was over-rated.
He turned and pointed at his friends who appeared struck dumb by his moves. “You,” he pointed at Ben. “Follow in her car. Home.” He turned and headed for the exit. Neither Ben nor Mac seemed inclined to comment on his technique, for which he was grateful.