Annie Nicholas - Sigma

A shiver ran down his spine. “Promise?”

She laughed, the sound a little uncertain. “I’ll do my best.” Directing her kisses south, she moved over his chest, along his abs, and stopped just below his navel where she focused on undoing his pants.

Trying to keep his breathing even, he followed her progress, leaning onto his elbows the closer she came to his cock. He fisted her short, brown curls, a wild mess, and jerked her head up. “Let me.” With one hand, he unbuttoned his fly, then slipped the waist band over his hips. Cool air slid over his hard-on, his need to sink into the warmth of Clementine’s pussy peaked into a commanding urge.

Stroking his cock with her small fingers, she traced the veins running over his shaft. “Are all shifters generally this thick?”

He groaned and arched into her ministrations. “I couldn’t tell you.” Fuck, she knew all the right things to say. He chuckled; of course she did. She was probably a hundred times more experienced than him and four times his age.

Sighing, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t play coy with me.”

She jerked her hand away, a deep red flush spread across her cheeks right to the tips of her ears.

Frowning, he wanted to kick himself in the ass for wrecking the mood. He tilted his head to the side. “You’ve never been with a shifter?”

“No. Where would I have met one? Pal Robi is all vampires with a few human employees.”

He aimed a rolling growl at her, almost purr-like. “A virgin?” He already knew the answer, but needed to return the confidence he’d stolen from her, especially if he wanted her hands back on him.

“Hardly.” She gripped his dick tight, the flare of determination in her narrowing eyes. With deliberate grace, she arched over his cock, her mouth hovering at his tip, and then at a leisurely pace she grazed the sharp edge of her fangs over his pulsing shaft.

He couldn’t look away. Oh shit. Not while she used her teeth to scrape along his sensitive flesh. “Be nice.”

Warm lips sealed tight around him. At an achingly slow pace, she slid him deeper into her mouth. Deeper still, until her throat engulfed him, then she swallowed. The fine muscles convulsed around him, squeezing tight.

Sam flung his head back, digging his heels into the mattress. “Fuck. Yes.” Something could be said for talent.

She stroked him in and out of her mouth, sucking him closer to the edge. The combination of soft tongue and sharp teeth had him at Clementine’s mercy. He’d have promised her anything to have her never stop.

She tugged his jeans off and squeezed her slim body between his thighs, cupping his balls in a firm grip.

He looked down, watching his cock slip out from between her wet lips. “More.” He wasn’t beyond begging.

Clementine loved the blazing unspoken demand in Sam’s eyes. She grinned at his plea. “Not yet.” Fear never tainted his sensual musky scent. If anything, her fang play seemed to excite him more.

She allowed her fingers to linger over the pulse in his groin. “Would you like me to bite you here?”

He swallowed visibly. “Yes.” His smooth skin appeared untouched where she sensed his blood pulsing through him. He really told her the truth about never having a vampire lover. She’d fed enough to quench her need, but his taste was addictive. His blood was so full of strength and power that it thrummed through her body.

With precise aim, she pierced his femoral artery. His blood flowed once more. The flavor differed from humans. It filled her weak body, healing her, replenishing all the blood she’d lost. And all from two bites. This third was a bonus.

No wonder Daedalus bemoaned the loss of pack alliances from the old times.

Sam undulated his magnificent body on the bed. Moans escaped him as he clung to the pillow under his head. She stroked his cock faster, his hips moving in time with her. This passionate male inspired naughty ideas. He’d held her down to the bed before, an example of his potency in comparison to her unnatural strength. He wouldn’t be easy to tame.

She released him and held pressure on his wound. It sealed quicker than a mortal’s.

“You’re killing me.” He spoke between heavy breaths.

Her dead heart fluttered and she rose to her knees. “Did I take too much?”

A deep, sensual laugh was his answer. The sound wrapped around her like a mink coat. “Not that kind of death.” He sat up and pulled her onto his lap and claimed her mouth. Forceful lips parted hers as he thrust his tongue inside, and strong hands clasped her head so he could devour her like a beast. He rolled on top and pinned her to the mattress with his solid body, tearing her pants from her hips.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wanted control. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she went to roll him off, but Sam had other ideas.

He pushed inside her pussy with a single hard thrust.

She cried out. The burning stretch left her bereft of thought. Pressing her body against his, she almost lifted them both off the bed. “Oh my God.”

He growled, not like the sexy noises he had tossed at her. This one contained an edge of threat. He rode her hard and fast.

Pain flamed from her shoulder as he returned her bite, his teeth and jaw made for crushing, not piercing. She clawed at his ass, needing all of him inside of her. Where had her control gone?

Releasing her shoulder, he lifted himself off her body. With little effort he pinned her arms over her head. She’d underestimated him. Young shifter didn’t equal weak shifter. Note made.

Stealing another kiss, he drove into her without mercy, giving her no quarter to move.

Something unknotted inside her, snapping loose a hidden secret. Pleasure from its awakening rose inside her as her shifter rode her in crazed passion.

Grunting with each stroke, he never released her mouth.

She preferred dominating her males. She needed that power to own them, rule them. None had been shifters, though. None of them Sam.

Ecstasy crashed over her.

He swallowed her cries as the wave of her climax sent her spiraling, unaware of anything else but this male.

The world returned one sensation at a time. Huge male crushing her, his musky scent infusing the air, his tender kisses pressed to her neck, his hand cupping her breast.

“Oh dear God.” How did she express the best-sex-ever without inflating his head to humongous proportions?

An arrogant chuckle told her it was already too late. He trailed his fingers between her breasts, holding her down a little longer, a small reminder of his superior strength.

Her gut knotted up and she pushed against his shoulders. “We should get ready to leave. My master will be here soon.” She budged him a few inches, but he settled back on top of her.

Silken kisses continued along her jaw toward her ear. “I want more.” Warm licks tickled her earlobe.

Squirming in his arms, she wiggled as the delicious sensation assaulted her diminishing control. “Sam, it’ll be dawn soon.”

With an exaggerated sigh, he rolled off.

She wiped the hair from her face with shaky hands. “Pushy jerk.”

He lay on his side next to her, a crooked smile on his face. “If you keep calling me pet names, I might start thinking you care.”

She couldn’t pry her gaze from him, all masculine power and solid muscle. He moved with the grace of a predator and fucked like one too. She leaned her face on her hand, and to her horror, she sighed. All the tension she’d carried for weeks had melted away in a flash of shifter passion. “You’re not what I would’ve expected.” She sat on the edge of the bed and stretched.

“What do you mean?” The bed shook as Sam moved closer to her, his breath hot on her shoulders.