N. Walters - Isaiah's Haven

His head jerked back. Good plan. Spectacular plan. She didn’t want to get away from him. She wanted to be free from the tangle of clothing holding her ankles prisoner.

He pulled off one shoe, then the other, and tossed them over his shoulder. Her jeans and panties were next. The second she was free she lifted one leg over his shoulder, opening herself wide to him.

Oh, yeah. He was in heaven. Parting the slick folds with his thumbs, he sucked and licked and nipped at her sensitive flesh. She writhed in his arms, her breath coming faster and faster. He felt drunk on her taste, her smell, the soft sounds breaking from her throat, the feel of her hands on his head, neck and shoulders.

“Isaiah.” His name was a plea, a curse. He growled and sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing the hard bud with his tongue and teeth. She bucked against him and he lifted her other leg over his shoulder, using his strength and the wall to hold her there.

She tugged at his hair as he teased the opening of her slit with his tongue before plunging inside. She tilted her head back, exposing her long, slender throat.

His cock was leaking steadily now. His balls were tight and his shaft rippled. He was going to come any second.

But not before Meredith came.

He slid two fingers deep into her core. Her inner muscles rippled around them, squeezing, clutching. He flicked his tongue over her clit as he pulled his fingers almost all the way out and thrust them back.

She cried out, every muscle of her body clenching. Then hot cream coated his fingers, filling his mouth as she came. He licked and sucked and stroked, wanting to extend her pleasure.

Pressure built low in the base of his cock and he knew time had run out. He quickly lowered her to the floor and surged to his feet. Meredith started to slump. He lifted her, cupping her hips in his hands. He ground his hips against her mound, searching for her opening with the head of his cock.

He found it and squeezed inside. The constricted inner muscles around the entrance threatened to keep him out. He didn’t hurry, but kept up a steady pressure. Her sheath finally relaxed and he pushed his cock head inward. She was so wet he slid balls deep, burying himself in her damp heat.

“Isaiah.” His name was little more than a strangled whisper.

He gritted his teeth, unable to look at her. It was taking every ounce of control he possessed not to come. A light sheen of sweat coated his torso. His breath was coming hard and fast. His jeans were around his hips, the fabric rubbing against her soft thighs.

“I can’t wait,” he ground out.

Meredith’s world was one of desire. Of lust. Of relentless need. Isaiah played her body like it was an instrument and he a master musician. His every touch was designed to ignite another burst of longing within her, to push her over the edge.

Her body was still shivering from her orgasm, but he wasn’t giving her time to rest, time to come down from that high. Instead, he forged his way inside her until his cock was stretching her sheath, filling her completely.

The smell of sex, of musk and hot male mingled with the softer scent of her lotion and soap. The wall was hard and cool against her back, while he was hard and hot against her front. She leaned into him, licking his neck and breathing him in.

His cock jerked inside her. She raised her head. His eyes were dark with need. Brown fathomless pools of lust.

His gaze never left hers as he pulled back until only the thick head of his erection was inside her. She tightened her thighs around his flanks and squeezed her inner muscles hard.

Isaiah groaned and slammed back into her. They both groaned. She clutched his hair. “Harder.”

He started moving his hips faster until he was hammering her against the wall. The sound of their wet flesh slapping together mingled with their heavy breathing and the grunts and groans of pleasure.

His hips pistoning, Isaiah took her hard, as she asked, and fast, as she needed. She clung to him, tangling her fingers in his thick, silky hair.

He moved in closer, his strokes getting shorter and faster. The tips of her breasts rubbed against his chest, abraded by the mat of thick, dark hair that ran from between his nipples before angling down in a thin line to his groin. His groin brushed against her clit with each stroke. She angled her hips to get more of his touch.

She was so close.

Gasping, she clung to him. Burying her face in the curve of his neck, she nipped at his skin, tasting the salty tang. She’d gone from thinking he was lost to her forever to being in his arms. This was where she longed to be.

Isaiah swore and she felt his shaft ripple, the hot surge of liquid filling her as he came. She whimpered and he thrust once more. Touching her clit just right.

Meredith cried out, her channel convulsing around his cock. He swore again and she felt his shaft pulse again. Her body tensed and released, shaking uncontrollably as she came.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, trusting him to keep them upright. He leaned his body against hers for leverage. His heavy breathing moved the tendrils of her hair from her neck and caressed her face.

She wanted to stay like this forever. Safe and warm and sated in Isaiah’s arms.

He shifted position slightly and she gasped. She was tender and still a bit aroused. The man made her crazy. Turned her into a sex fiend. And she couldn’t blame the fact that she was in heat this time. That biologically needy time was over, but she still wanted him like she’d never wanted another man.

His lips nuzzled her jaw and his hands smoothed over her sides. “Are you okay?”

His deep voice set off tiny spasms deep in her core. “I think so. You?”

“Never better.” He put one hand on the wall for support and used his other to hold her butt as he straightened. His cock was still almost fully erect inside her and the motion drove him deep.

Meredith sucked in a breath and let her legs slide down his until her feet were flat on the floor.

“I’m going to try to move now,” he warned her.

“Okay,” she managed to say before he bent his knees and withdrew his semi-erection. She hissed as her inner muscles clutched at his shaft, trying to keep it inside her. Their bodies made a loud, sucking noise as they disengaged.

Isaiah rested his forehead against hers and heaved a sigh. “I hadn’t exactly planned to toss you against a wall and rut like a stallion in heat,” he muttered.

Meredith giggled. She couldn’t help herself. It surprised her as much as it seemed to surprise him. She was a serious, mature woman. Only girls giggled.

It didn’t seem to matter. She looked at him, at the incredulous expression on his face and lost it. “Worked for me,” she said as she gasped for breath.

A slow smile curved his lips and his eyes twinkled. Nothing could soften his hard features, but he appeared relaxed and happy. She’d done that for him.

“I’m glad.” He glanced down at their damp, mostly naked bodies and then toward the door. “We should probably get dressed.”

She sobered immediately. For a brief few seconds, she’d forgotten that her family was just beyond that door, not to mention a club full of patrons. Then there was the problem of the bounty hunters and purist werewolves to deal with.

Still, she wasn’t sorry for what they’d done. She’d needed it. Needed the connection to Isaiah, even if it was just a physical one. He was here to fight with them. What happened after that, only time would tell.

One problem at a time.

And right now, she felt sticky. She padded to her desk and grabbed a handful of tissues from the package sitting on one corner, cleaning herself up as much as possible.

It took her a minute to find all her clothing. Isaiah had tossed it everywhere. Her bra was still wound around her torso with the straps hanging down. Her jeans were in a heap in a corner and one of her shoes had found its way under her desk.