For Toron's Pride (5 page)

“Let’s see what you have for me.”

Toron grinned. There couldn’t be a man prouder of his goods, she thought when he stripped off his jeans. Sienna caught her bottom lip between her teeth and widened her eyes. No man had reason to be like him. Boy oh boy, if she lived in Sutland, she could get hooked on that equipment.

“Does it meet with your approval?”

She waved a hand in the air. “It’ll do.”

He pressed her into the mattress, a wrist captured in each palm. “It will more than do, beautiful woman— much more.”

He began with her fingers, and took each of them into his mouth for a brief suck and then moved on to her lips.

Sienna lost herself in his kiss, the way he seemed bent on consuming her, making her head spin, his tongue filling her mouth. He skimmed the tip of his tongue over her neck to the valley between her breasts, and then he took each nipple in turn between his lips. She arched when he gave her breasts a rough squeeze and suck then nipped at her tight peaks. She cried out his name in a pant, but Toron didn’t quit.

He journeyed lower and delved his tongue into her navel.

She squirmed, but he held her down. Her pussy ached with a need for attention, but Toron didn’t venture there next. He went to her thigh, nibbled their lengths down to her feet and back up again. When he flipped her over, she trembled.

“What are you doing?”

“Quiet. You will get your turn to explore my body as much as you want. For now, I will ravish yours in every way I see fit.”

Sienna knew she could tell him no, and if she meant it he would back off, but she didn’t want to tell him that. When he wet a finger and teased her anus, the mewl of the cat rumbled to the surface of her throat, and she stuck her ass in the air. Toron snatched her legs wider and leaned down.

For a moment, she knew panic, but he bypassed her rear and gave her dripping pussy a lick. Sienna bit down on the pillow under her head.

“T-That would be easier if you—”

“Shh.”

He parted her swollen lips and jammed his tongue inside. Sienna wiggled her hips. He lapped and nosed his way deeper. She thought she was going to lose her mind, but then he took it to a new level when he latched onto to her clit and gave it a sharp pull .

“Toron,” she whimpered.

“Yes, say my name, baby. Call it out when I make you feel good.”

How could she not with this man’s excellence? Already a trembling had started in her thighs, and she knew an orgasm would follow before long. Toron kept up the smooth rhythm of sucking her clit between flicking it with his tongue.

Sienna’s nails turned to claws, and she slit the sheets.

“I’m sorry, I—”

He smacked her cheek and began eating her out noisily.

She scratched at the covers even more. Her core muscles contracted. A wave of intense pleasure rolled across her center and made its way outward. When the orgasm struck, she did nothing but ride it and screamed his name.

Sienna lay panting on the bed, eyes closed, and Toron climbed up over her. He took one of her hands and made her feel his erection. “See what you’ve done.”

She moaned at his hardness, so long and thick. She stroked the length and cupped his balls. “Do you want me to suck you?”

“You will ,” he said with confidence, “but first I need release. Get up on your knees.”

She did as he asked and peered over her shoulder at him. Toron’s gaze never rose from her ass. He massaged it, bringing more mewls to her lips. When he reached farther and fondled her pussy lips, she rocked back and forth. Her come had already begun to flow again, and he stuck a finger up her channel.

A shudder passed through her. “You like teasing me.”

“I enjoy fulfilling you.”

“Then put it in me.” Her words sounded like a plea to her own ears, and she clamped her teeth together. He caught on right away.

“Tsk, tsk, Sienna, don’t hold back. Tell me you want it.”

“I…you already know.”

“Tell me, or I’m going to stop. I’ll even remove my finger. You wouldn’t like that.” He demonstrated by wiggling his digit inside her.

“Bastard,” she whimpered.

He chuckled. “I like you. That cutting tongue turns me on.”

She wouldn’t admit she liked him too. His commanding got her hot—in the bedroom. “I’m not going to beg.”

“No?” He rolled from the bed, and she stared at him.

When he picked up his pants, she almost shrieked in alarm. Sure, she had come once, but that didn’t put out the fire. Hell , things were just getting started.

She twisted around and sat on her ass. “You’re not serious.”

He drew his pants up to his waist, and she examined his cock. The shaft was so tight, it seemed to pulse, and she had a thought that it would stretch out of her pussy if he put it in. That was just what she wanted, to be jammed full of him. Still, two could play his game. Toron hadn’t come at all .

He must be bursting at the seams.

She slid to the end of the bed and stood. “Well, fine. There are so many hot shifters in this town, I can have my pick of one or two or three.” She strolled by him. “I don’t even have to leave your property. I bet a few of the naturals would have me screaming in pleasure in a heartbeat if I go out there like this.”

Toron had her flat against the door and facing him before she could take in her next breath. His eyes blazed, and the anger rolled off him in waves. “Don’t play games with me, Sienna. You will lose.”

She raised her chin. “If you think you’re going to bully me, you’ve got the wrong woman.” Her words might have been bold, but with him pinning her to the door and his big frame, her nipples pebbled and her pussy creamed. Davon hadn’t been lying when he said their kind mated like animals. Sienna wasn’t even close to being done.

Toron appeared stunned by her boldness, but he grinned and leaned away from her a little. “Then feel free to make me beg.”

“Huh?” She blinked at him. The man didn’t care if she manipulated him with his desires? He knew how to throw her off balance, but she wouldn’t back down. She ran a hand over the front of his pants and tugged the waistline.

He hadn’t pulled the zipper up, so she reached in and fondled his cock. The shaft twitched under her touch, but she only gave it the lightest brush with her fingertips. When she licked her lips and put her head back, exposing her throat, a rumble started in Toron’s. “You’re going to deny me?” she said with innocence.

This time, she didn’t try suppressing her scent. In fact, she released him and spread her legs while leaning on the door. A hand between her thighs with a finger gliding into her wetness had Toron’s nostrils flaring and his gaze locked on her.

“Well?”

He caught her around the waist, jerked her off her feet, and plunged his big cock into her pussy. Sienna screamed in pleasure. Her walls stretched to accommodate him.

“Is this what you want?” he demanded.

“Yes, yes!”

He thrust deeper, both holding her up and bracing her while he invaded her body. Sienna coiled her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She rode him as hard as he ground into her. Their cries of ecstasy rose to feverish pitch. Anyone passing in the hall —hell anyone within the house—must hear them, but Sienna didn’t care.

She came and moaned for him not to stop, but Toron dropped her on her feet, spun her away, and plunged into her from behind. She went up to her toes, sticking her ass out. The sounds of their skin slapping together, and the feel of his strong fingers digging into her sides, took her catapulting to another orgasm.

Toron slammed one palm against the door and shouted.

He planted his cock to the hilt deep inside her and then froze. The pulse of his hot come flooding her channel made her weak in the knees. They stayed in place long after he’d emptying himself, clinging to one another and panting.

“More?” Toron asked on a breath in her ear.

She moaned. “Oh yes, please.”

He pulled out and lifted her into his arms to carry her to the bed. When they reached the bed, Sienna had no more reasons to complain.

Five years later…

Sienna looked up from the numbers in front of her and rubbed her eyes. When had her mind wandered from them and shifted to Toron? She hadn’t seen him in five years.

Their night of explosive sex had continued into the wee hours of the morning, but when she had determined she was leaving, he let her go. No calls, no nothing since then.

Not that she had expected or wanted it, especially after finding out she was pregnant. Still, why lately did his face invade her dreams and her every waking moment?

Her office door in the back of her boutique burst open.

“Mommy, I’m back!”

Sienna chuckled. “I noticed, Simi. How was your day, baby?”

Her son took a flying leap the last few steps before he reached her, and he landed in her open arms. Her heart skipped a beat when she hugged him and ruffled his hair.

Maybe he was why she kept bringing Toron to mind. Simeon was the spitting image of his dad.

Her son rambled off about pre-K and his new friends, while Sienna listened with only half an ear. She glanced up from the love of her life to greet the man just walking through the door. “Thanks for getting him, Hawke. I appreciate it so much.”

His green eyes sparkled with his kind smile. “Of course. Anything for you.”

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. For a while now Hawke had been pushing for their friendship to go in the direction of a relationship, but she continued to hold off.

Hawke loved Simeon, and she knew he would be a great father if she offered him the role, but somehow she couldn’t commit. Fear of ruining the closeness they already enjoyed kept her from going further—that and the damn lion that took up residence in her head after one night of sweaty, hot sex.

“No new cases?” she asked to direct the conversation away from herself.

His knowing look told her he recognized the ploy and let it happen. “Not right now. I thought I would take a break after the last one.”

She made a noise of agreement. Hawke worked as a private investigator, and he shared the challenges of having rich, bored housewives hire him for the most inane of assignments, such as following their boyfriends to see if they were cheating. Sienna couldn’t understand how a woman already unfaithful to her own husband would protest her lover doing the same. In the same situation, she would have told them about themselves and gotten fired by now.

Hawke’s patience never ceased to amaze.

“How about dinner tonight?” he offered.

“Sure. Simi has been talking about that burger place with the fifty million flavors of milkshakes since the last time we visited.”

“I meant…” He nodded. “Sure. He can have any one he wants.”

“Really, Hawke?” Simeon chose that moment to show he’d been listening to their conversation. “Yippee! I’m having the biggest burger and the biggest peanut butter with chocolate shake.”

“Reese’s,” Sienna supplied, “and you’ll have kids’ size. Thank you, Hawke, but I’ll be paying for us. The shop is doing pretty good this month.”

He sat down on the other side of her desk. “That’s great. I’m glad.”

She’d spoken the truth about business picking up. That hadn’t always been the case. Starting her clothing boutique had been a dream come true, but it was a hard battle, and many nights she and Simeon had gotten by eating ramen.

Of course she’d sacrificed to be sure Simeon had meat.

He was a growing boy, a human boy, she was happy to find. In the four years since she gave birth, he had never exhibited even the slightest hint of being a shifter, a good thing since she dealt with PMS from hell on a monthly basis and fought the full moon. Almost from the beginning,

Simeon had been there to help, but she had never told him the truth about what she was. That was another reason why she couldn’t get serious about Hawke. How did a woman tell her lover she wasn’t human, and that if she got too excited during sex, she might turn him too? Hawke didn’t serve that. She wouldn’t do to him what Davon did to her.

Of course just plain weakness and fear had led her to accept his friendship when Davon stayed in Vermont and she found out she was pregnant with her alpha’s baby.

Sienna pushed her chair back, stood, and stretched. She felt Hawke’s eyes on her and turned away from them. Not that Hawke wasn’t sexy as hell . He was. The man’s body was hard as steel, and he had that yummy height thing going. In her mind, he couldn’t hold a candle to Toron, but it didn’t keep her from admiring the view. More than once, when her sexual appetite reached an intense level to the point that she thought she would lose her mind, she’d been on the way to his house and stopped herself.

Hawke didn’t dally with women. She had never even seen him with one. Come to think of it, was he gay? She peeked at him through her lashes and caught his gaze on her ass. No, definitely not. Fear shouldn’t keep her from enjoying her life, and a man like Toron would not be allowed to ruin it.

“Maybe we should—” she began.

Simeon whined, capturing Sienna’s attention. She looked down at him playing in the bucket of toys she kept in her office just for him. Her son tugged at his ear with one hand, while removing miniature cars from his stash with the other.

Sienna bent down. “What is it, baby?” She pressed a hand to his forehead. Simeon hadn’t been sick a day in his life, not even the common cold. “Does it hurt?”

Her son whined again without answering, and she peered inside his ear. Little kids had been known to stick crap in their ears like crayons. Simeon’s preschool teacher had mentioned that much, but Sienna didn’t see any foreign objects. She pulled her son into her arms and stood up.

“I think I’m done with the numbers. Hawke, you feel like running me home?”

“Of course.” He stood.

“And maybe we should reschedule for dinner. If he’s getting an ear infection, I don’t want him out in the cool weather too late.”

Hawke’s brows went up. “That’s impossible.”

Sienna stopped on the way to the door. “Seriously? Like you know? He’s a child. Simi’s always been healthy, but I’m not going to ignore any symptoms either.”