Moira Rogers - Crux

He grinned and slid his hand up her body to cover her breast again, squeezing the nipple lightly between his fingers. “Like that?”

“Yes.” She sucked in a breath and parted her knees, tugging at him until his body was wedged between her legs. Her body hummed with pleasure, pleasure that pooled low in her abdomen in a growing ache. “More. God, more .”

He dropped his mouth to her thigh and kissed a path over her skin. “Show me.”

Mackenzie whimpered and flopped back against the bed. Half-formed visions filled her head, visions of Jackson above her, watching her as he thrust slowly into her body. Sweet, tender, gentle lovemaking.

The image disappeared, replaced with one of her on her hands and knees, arching her back in barely contained pleasure as his fingers curled around her hips and he slid into her. A little rough, passionate, primal as he claimed her—

She groaned and tightened her fingers. “The cat wants to go fast and hard. She needs it.”

He pressed his cheek against her belly as his fingers slid between her thighs, his thumb caressing her in slow circles. “Does that mean now?”

Yes. She pressed her hips against his hand with a throaty little moan as his touch made her body weak. “I need it,” she said again, her voice a hoarse whisper. “But I don’t want it to be over.”

He pulled his hand away. “We’ll do it again.” Even as he spoke, he dragged his wallet out of his back pocket and dug through it. “And maybe again, just because.”

“Yes.” She sat up, so fast she almost crashed her head into his chest. Her hands fumbled at his pants and she tugged them open as he rifled through his wallet. “We’ll try everything. Just so I know what I really want.”

Jackson managed to tear open the condom wrapper right around the time she pushed his jeans and underwear down his hips. “Good idea. Experimentation.”

Heat pulsed through her at the sight of his cock. She curled her fingers around it and stroked once from the base to the head, satisfaction flooding her when he groaned. She did it again and lifted her gaze to his. “What are we doing first?”

He handed her the condom, and guided her hands and the latex over his erection. Instead of answering, he moved back and pulled her off the bed to turn her over it. “Making the cat happy.” His hips rubbed against her ass, his chest to her back.

It felt right, and not just to the animal inside her. Mackenzie shivered, loving the heat she could feel from his body in spite of the damned shirt, and loving even more the feeling of being surrounded by him. She twisted her head to the side and pressed her cheek to his chin as she rocked back. “Yes…please, baby… please .”

He nudged her legs farther apart. His cock bumped against her and slid inside, a long, hot draw of sensation magnified by his low curse and the bite of his teeth on the back of her neck.

Her fingernails scratched against the bedspread and she choked on a cry of pleasure as something primal and instinctive roared through her. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air, and she lifted her head and stared at the torn bedspread. “F-fuck.” A tiny thread of fear uncurled inside her, making the pleasure and anticipation that much sharper. “Don’t let me hurt you.”

His hands trailed down her arms to her wrists, and he pinned them to the bed as he drew back and thrust into her again. She could have easily shaken him off, but the cat wasn’t interested in fighting. Not with Jackson.

She’d never been this aroused in her life, with the exception of the terrifying car trip to Boca Raton. But this was a different sort of need, one that spiraled dizzily higher when he pulled away and tightened around her when he pushed back in. “More.” The word spilled from her as she rocked her hips into his next thrust. “ More .”

Jackson’s lips pressed to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Instead of speaking, he bit her again, drawing the delicate lobe between his teeth. He let go of her wrists and wrapped his fingers around her hips, pulling her into his slow, forceful thrusts.

Release started somewhere deep inside her, a frantic urgency for something just out of reach. Her moans turned to gasping whimpers as she curled her hands in the bedspread again and writhed beneath him. His fingers dug into her hips harder, lifting her a tiny bit. His next thrust gave her what she needed, scraped every hungry nerve inside her and she threw her head back against his shoulder with a low cry.

Hot, heavy pleasure burst through her, spiraling out in waves that grew stronger as he slammed into her. She cried out again, her voice loud and ragged as she felt her body tighten around him, spasming with the force of her climax.

His own cry was hoarse and strained, loud but still lost in the blood pounding in her ears. His hips snapped against her ass once more, and he shuddered, his cock swelling and throbbing inside her.

Fabric gave way under her clutching hands, and she slumped against the bed and panted for breath as the shuddering pleasure cascading through her slowly began to fade.

Jackson leaned over her, his chest to her back, his arms curled under her shoulders. “I’ll move in a minute,” he panted. “I just…need a minute.”

A laugh bubbled out of her, low and warm. “Baby, you can stay there as long as you want.”

He snorted. “People are going to make themselves scarce tonight, but they’ll come busting in here tomorrow morning.”

“Mmm…” She was sure she was supposed to care about that. She arched and rubbed her back against his chest. “You mean they won’t be expecting to find us like this?”

He bit her again, this time on the back of the shoulder. “Nick might. Alec? He wouldn’t dare come in.”

Mackenzie turned her head and kissed the side of his jaw. “So we separate eventually,” she murmured. “Sometime before dawn.”

He stood, trailing a hand down her side. “Crawl under the covers, and I’ll be right back.”

Mackenzie listened to him moving about in the bathroom as she crawled under the bedspread. Her knees felt weak, but the instincts that had been screaming so loudly ten minutes ago were silent.

The bedding had seen better days, though. She snuggled down and tried to ignore the fact that she’d torn a foot-long hole in it. Just be glad you weren’t clutching at anything breakable—or irreplaceable.

When Jackson came padding out of the bathroom, completely at ease with his nakedness, he eyed the ripped fabric in bemusement. “We did a number on this thing, didn’t we?”

“We?” She raised an eyebrow and tugged down the other side of the bedspread in invitation. “We might need to watch what I’m holding on to during sex in the near future. At least until I get used to the fact that I can break headboards with my bare hands.”

“I’m sure there’s advice to be found out there.” He climbed up beside her. “Mostly for new werewolves, but that’s not much different from your situation now.”

Mackenzie traced idle patterns over his chest as she listened to his heart rate slowly return to normal. “That guy I met at the bar. Derek? You said he was changed, right?”

“Yeah, a couple of years ago. Alec helped him out a lot. He could probably get you two talking.” His eyes drifted shut, and he laughed. “Or you could be sneaky and get Nick to do it.”

“Yeah, that’d be smooth.” She settled her head on his shoulder. “‘Hey, Nick…I was hoping I could talk to your hot crush about sex and how not to break one’s partner by mistake.’ That should go over well.”

Another laugh rumbled through his chest. “Might get things moving with those two.” His expression turned serious. “I could ask Alec. His wife was human.”