Far From Innocent (25 page)

“No.” She smiled, pleased that he appreciated her show. Her scent turned sweet, filled with pleasure and sexual arousal. “But this isn’t as easy to do as throwing things. I need to think.”

She wore a bright pink bra with underwire that captured her full breasts and pressed them together. They begged to fall free of the silky material. And he ached to wrap his fingers around that full flesh, bury his face in them and suck on her nipples until she screamed.

His gaze fell quickly when the black belt she wore around her jeans unbuckled.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, loving every minute of this but dying to touch her.

The belt slid through the loops like a snake, gliding around her waist until it was free and then falling at her feet with a thud.

She closed her eyes, obviously concentrating hard. It took him a moment to realize she was still using the gift to loosen the laces on her boots. He hadn’t given her feet much attention when her entire body stretched in front of him. That bra trapping her breasts was like a magnet calling to his body to come closer.

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She stepped out of her boots and her long black hair fell over her shoulder, draping over one of her breasts. The long strands fluttered over her stomach like raw silk, glowing against her flesh.

At the same time the top button of her jeans popped free and the zipper slid down.

The denim material slipped over her hips and glided down her legs until she could step out of them.

Erin stood before him wearing nothing more than bright pink panties that rode high on her hips and a matching bra that barely contained her breasts. Juan almost stumbled at the sight of her.

“I think for some things, using your gift would be okay.”

“Are you sure?” She searched his face, although she looked very pleased with herself.

“I want you just how you are, gift and all.”

“Damn good thing.”

“Is this new underwear?” For some reason, he wanted to know she’d worn this just for him, that no other werewolf had ever seen this incredible sight.

“I bought them in Valle a month or so ago, but this is the first time I’ve worn them.

Do you like it?”

His heart pounded in his chest like a hammer, beating against his ribs. Every beat hit him with a hard thud. He nodded, his own lust clogging the air. Unable to stay put any longer without exploding, he reached for her. Her skin was smooth and warm. Just touching her sent electrical charges jolting through him.

“I love how you look. Fucking perfect.” He pricked his lip with his tooth when he spoke and the taste of blood in his mouth sent him over the edge.

Grabbing her by the back of the neck, he tangled her hair in his hand and yanked her head back then devoured her mouth. The cry that escaped her fed his fire. His cock swelled, the pressure beyond bearable.

Erin opened for him, giving him everything and meeting him with as much energy.

Their tongues danced around each other, exploring and tasting. Nothing had ever tasted sweeter. But he needed more of her. So much fucking more.

Nibbling at her cheek, her neck, he pulled harder on her hair so that she leaned back, cradling her head in his hand.

“I want to taste all of you,” he growled into her chest and buried his face in her cleavage.

What he wouldn’t do to have his cock pressed between that flesh. More than his own pleasure, right now he wanted to hear her scream, to know that he’d taken her over the edge.

He scraped his fingers over her shoulders, pulling the straps of her bra down her arms until he exposed her nipples. Then he latched onto one of them, nibbling and sucking.

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“Juan,” she gasped, digging her nails into his back.

She trembled in his arms. And he loved knowing his little bitch got off before he even fucked her.

“You’re going to come for me,” he told her, moving to her other breast. “You are going to explode again and again before I even enter you.”

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Erin couldn’t see straight. Everything around her blurred while she stiffened in his arms. The silky fabric from her bra, and knowing what would happen once they were alone, had already made her tender. As Juan held her tightly, rubbing his teeth over her nipples, she could hardly hold still.

He pulled on her sensitive flesh, his teeth slightly extended, the change aching to come forth inside him. And it called the more primal side of her too. Using the gift to undress had left her slightly lightheaded, and then his mouth on her breasts…

God. It was too fucking much.

“I’m soaked already,” she confessed, feeling her knees go weak when he pinched her nipple.

He offered her the quick sensation of pain and then brushed his tongue over her, soothing her and torturing her at the same time. Her nipples had always been a sensitive part of her body. But Juan had turned them into the focal point of her need.

She held on to him for dear life, crying out so hard her throat burned as needles seemed to pierce her body, creating a straight line from her breasts straight to her pussy.

Pressure built and exploded so hard and fast she couldn’t breathe. Her orgasm tore her inside out. Erin gasped for breath, inhaling his incredibly musky scent and growing drunk off it.

“Don’t stop. God. Please don’t ever quit.” She couldn’t believe how he had her begging.

And she would beg. She wanted more. His mouth on her breasts felt better than any werewolf had ever made her feel.

“I’ll never quit.” His promise sent chills over her skin and ignited fire inside her at the same time.

But then he did. She almost cried. He left her breasts, swollen and damp, and trailed a path with his tongue down her middle. She was on the edge, gasping from the way he’d just made her explode and craving for him to do it to her again.

“Juan.” She looked down at him, her vision still somewhat blurred. “What are you doing?”

She quivered with excitement, knowing the answer to her question when she asked it.

“Loving you.” His voice was so raspy.

She sensed his body burned with energy so intense that keeping his human form was as much of a challenge for him as it was for her.

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His black hair hung to his shoulders. Muscles bulged in his arms and down his back. She ran her fingers through his hair, looking down at him when he knelt in front of her. It was hard to picture her powerful werewolf in such a submissive position.

Nothing in this world would make her ask him to stand though. Anticipation rippled inside her while she watched his fingers wrap around the straps that hugged her hips.

Juan had promised her gentle. She jumped when he yanked on the straps, his fingernails growing quickly and tearing the material from her body.

“Holy shit,” she cried out, his actions so fucking hot she practically melted.

Streaks of silver shot through his dark orbs when he looked up at her. The grin on his face made her tremble. Pure satisfaction, along with something a bit darker, more carnal, glowed in his expression.

“It’s your turn not to move, sweet bitch. I promised you gentle. I never told you that I wouldn’t be thorough.” His teeth pressed against his lips, giving his jaw a fuller look.

“Thorough is good.” She tried smiling but her lips quivered.

So much excitement and raw, unleashed energy pulsed inside her that she could hardly stand. Not to mention, his expression undid her. Juan was so damned sexy. His powerful shoulders and strong arms rippled with muscle. He’d adjusted himself on his knees in front of her and stared at her pussy. He looked like a werewolf ready to dig into a feast. And she was dinner.

She couldn’t wait for him to touch her. At the same time, she prayed she’d be able to last long enough to really enjoy his eating her out. He pulled the panties from her and the material brushed over her soaked pussy. She grabbed on to his shoulders, sensations igniting inside her.

“I’m more than good,” he promised, dropping her panties and then pressing his mouth against her clit.

Erin’s world turned sideways when he stroked the hair between her legs and then pressed into her, parting her swollen flesh and tasting her. She closed her eyes, holding on to him for dear life. He sucked her swollen nub and then tortured it with the tip of his tongue. Pressing slightly, sparks exploded inside her and she toppled over.

“Stay standing.” His breath was fire against her skin. His words vibrated through her as he gripped her to keep her from falling to the ground.

She nodded although he didn’t see her, and straightened, praying her legs wouldn’t give out. His thick lashes hooded his gaze and his face pressed into her while his mouth worked a magic she didn’t know existed.

His mouth moved tenderly over her pussy. She was glad she’d taken extra care to trim her hair before coming to him. More than anything, she’d wanted every inch of her to appeal to him. With him so close, inhaling and tasting her, he would have her at her best. And damn, this had to be him at his best. Nothing had ever felt so fucking perfect in all her life.

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She breathed in, dragging in the deep, musky smell of his sex along with her sweeter smell. It was a perfect combination, an aroma that carried her away. She dared to spread her legs, not sure she could move and keep upright, but wanting him to have the best access possible. He growled his approval.

“You taste so damned good.” He straightened his tongue, dipping inside her and then stroking the sensitive muscles along the wall of her pussy.

She dug into his shoulders, loving the feelings he gave her. With each stroke, the pressure grew, spreading inside her. If she could float away, simply drift on the sensations taking over her body, she’d willingly do it.

“Don’t stop,” she mumbled, her head falling to the side while she hummed her approval.

Juan growled, lapping and sucking, teasing and torturing her until she fought not to explode. She wanted this forever. It felt so damned good. He was hitting a spot she didn’t know she had, controlling her body. Fighting it simply pushed her closer to her explosion.

A ringing started somewhere in the distance, growing stronger. At the same time, a thudding sound vibrated inside her, building, intensifying. When she realized it was her heart and the hard pumping of blood crashing through her veins, there was no turning back. Everything around her swam in a pool of delightful lust. Her world spun out of control. The dam broke inside her and the pressure spilled over, consuming her, taking her with it until she was sure she would black out.

“Juan,” she cried out, her orgasm tearing her apart, thrashing through her like a tidal wave.

“Come for me, little bitch.” He gripped her ass, holding her tightly and stroking her sensitive asshole with his fingers while devouring her pussy.

Unable to control her body, her legs suddenly as useful as limp noodles, she crashed on top of him, spinning in her own pool of lust.

Juan caught her, moving easily and wrapping his arms around her when she fell over him. Never had she completely lost control during sex. She trembled, unable to regain her footing. Every inch of her tingled. Her world blurred, fading in and out while wave after wave of lust rushed inside of her. She breathed in the rich smell of their sex that hung like syrup in the air. And as her heart pulsed out of control, the only thought she could grab on to was that she wanted more, needed more immediately.

Yet she couldn’t stand.

“My sweet little bitch just had one hell of an orgasm.” There was never a more satisfied werewolf than the one grinning at her right now.

His cock was hard and throbbing against her ass when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. The taste of her own come dripped from his lips. Its rich scent made her insides flip-flop, but at the moment, that was the most reaction her tingling body could master.

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She relaxed willingly against him, not sure she could stand if she tried.

“Give me a minute,” she begged, knowing she’d be able to give him more if she could just catch her breath. If her heart didn’t slow down, she’d make a fool of herself and change in the middle of their brand new bedroom.

“You’ll get more than just a minute, little bitch.” Juan settled himself on the floor, stretching his long, thick legs out in front of him and then situating her on his lap. “Rest for now. Just relax.”

Erin stared at his strong jaw line and then lazily ran her finger along it. “You’re hard as a rock. I can slide on and ride you while we’re sitting here.”

Juan kissed her forehead, refusing to let her adjust on his lap. “I’ll always be hard as a rock for you, my bitch. If I take you too hard and fast, which is what would happen if I entered you right now, it might be too much after doing me in your fur last night.”

It took a moment to understand his meaning. He wasn’t going to fuck her after getting her off so well simply because he worried her body couldn’t handle it.

“You’d suffer for me.” She shook her head. “Wolf man, you don’t have to play so tough all the time.”

“Believe me, if you weren’t so sore, you’d see tough,” he growled.

Muscles twitched and spasmed throughout his body and his growl turned into a rumbling sigh. She was so damned sated it took effort to raise her hand to his face.

“I’m just a little tender,” she drawled.

“Rest,” he ordered, grabbing her hand and nibbling on her fingertips. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She must have done a hell of a lot more than simply rest. Erin blinked a few times, staring at the blank walls in the empty room, and took a minute to figure out what had happened.

“Please tell me I didn’t fall asleep.” From the thickness of her mouth, she knew that was exactly what she’d just done.

“You were too beautiful to wake up.” Juan grinned down at her and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“You sat here and just held me while I slept?” She couldn’t believe it.

“Yup.” He set her easily on the floor next to him and then stood and stretched.