Hidden Crimes (12 page)

Finally, he pulled his head back and looked
at her. Feeling like she’d been faerie-struck, she touched his
quirky asymmetrical lower lip, reddened now from them feasting on
each other. The R&B he had on swelled toward a crescendo, as if
they were in a romantic movie. Probably the music was skewing her
emotions. She wanted to tell him he kissed like an angel, but found
herself speechless. His tongue snuck between slightly lengthened
canines to lick her finger. He nipped it playfully.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. “I’m taking my
pants off now.”

She lay there on the silky sheets, passive
but disinclined to change that while he rolled nimbly off her and
stood. His modern platform bed was low to the ground, its simple
wooden headboard no more than foot tall. Evina reached back to grip
it and stretch her spine. Nate seemed to tower above her as he
shoved his jeans down and got naked. Though she’d seen his cock
thrusting out already, he had more to appreciate. The muscles of
his legs were gorgeous, lightly furred and very long. His balls
were full but drawn up.

Seeing them, aroused by them, Evina cupped
her hand around the front of her thong and tried to squeeze her
ache away.

“God,” he said, his gaze locked to her
fingers. “Pull them off.”

Figuring he meant the panties, she wriggled
out of them. She put her hand back where it had been before. Nate
dropped to his knees over her. His palms were planted to either
side of her shoulders, his neck craned down to watch her stroke her
clit. His now loose and shining hair hung down, shielding his
expression—though she couldn’t doubt he found her show inspiring. A
warm drop of pre-cum splashed from his cockhead to her belly.

“Nate,” she said, dragging his attention
reluctantly to her face. “I think you ought to take me now.”

“Unh,” was his flatteringly incoherent
answer.

Evina released her crotch to rub one side of
his ribs. Nate shook himself and blinked.

“Condom,” he said.

Evina shook her head. “You don’t need one
with me. Wolves can’t get tigers pregnant, and neither of us could
be diseased.”

His eyes flared again. “I haven’t ridden
bareback in forever.”

This amused her. “No, not since yesterday in
my hidey-hole.”

“Oh my God, I—” He stopped and peered sharply
down at her. “I guess there were a few things I wasn’t paying
enough attention to.”

“Nothing wrong with getting lost in the
moment.” She dragged her index finger down the centerline of his
wedge-shaped chest, loving the sweat she found on her path to the
root of him.

“Mmm,” he hummed, his lean face softening as
she gripped his shaft and pulled upward.

“Come inside me, Nate,” she purred. “Pay
attention to me now.”

He didn’t lower himself, he raised her,
lifting her by the hips with her thighs splayed around him as he
kneeled up. Her head remained on his pillows, her arms flung out
for balance.

An important logistical problem soon became
apparent. His erection stuck up at too high an angle to enter
her.

“Tip my cock down,” he said. “Put the head in
you.”

She placed that part of him where they both
wanted it. She licked her lips at the wonderful pressure against
her gate, realizing as she did that her canines had sharpened. They
both breathed quick and shallow, one ball of heat joining them.
Nate gripped her thighs more firmly and pulled her down his
length.

When he rocked his hips to squeeze in the
last millimeter, she could have sworn he filled her up to her
throat.

With a groan that should have been recorded,
he started to lean forward.

“Don’t,” she said, which opened his
bliss-shut eyes. “Don’t shift over me. I like my view of you right
there. I want to watch you take me until you come.”

Sweat glistened on his pectorals, his ragged
breathing moving his tight six pack. “Evina . . .”

She walked her fingers up his yummy front as
far as she could reach. “Please. You’re so pretty.”

In case that wasn’t convincing, she dug her
bare heels harder into the muscles of his butt cheeks. He liked
that, shadows of pleasure flickering though his face. She thought
of games they might play later, but later wasn’t now.

“You’re killing me,” he said to her.

Evina bit her lower lip and smiled. “Can you
blame me for wanting to see you unravel?”

The question drew an odd expression into his
eyes. “All right,” he said with unexpected determination. “I’m
going to show you the real deal. I’m going to fuck you exactly the
way I want and let you watch it all.”

“Bring it on,” she dared.

He took her at her word. His first thrust was
hard and deep. His second didn’t begin until he’d finished enjoying
it. He set a rhythm that suited him—though Evina would have had to
be dead for it not to pleasure her. He was steady and focused and
each succeeding upward jump in his arousal was on display for her.
He closed his eyes first, grimacing with pleasure as her sheath
tightened on his shaft. Next came a huffing noise she couldn’t have
liked better if he’d been trying to excite her. Around the time the
veins in his biceps started popping out from his skin, his pumping
sped up dramatically.

She couldn’t help crying out for that; the
repeated thumping of her pussy felt too incredible. Her mewls got
him grunting, his thumbs stretching inward to work the upper folds
of her labia against her engorged clit.

Even then he was thinking, rubbing the slick
swollen flesh together just enough to keep her with him but not so
much that she couldn’t avoid coming. She wanted to come, of course,
her claws punching holes through his nice silk sheets. Her body
arched with her efforts to hold back her climax.

“Shit,” he said, his eyes opening briefly to
watch her. He pumped faster and panted. “I want to move over you. I
want to fuck you under me.”

His instincts drove him to desire that, the
old male urge to dominate a female very strong among weres.
Blotches of pre-orgasmic color were appearing on his chest. Tendons
joined the veins in standing out on his neck.

“Come . . . like this,” she pleaded, so close
she could barely get it out. “Empty yourself in me and . . . next
time, you can take me doggy style.”

He snarled, driving his cock into her so hard
she thought her words must have shoved him over the edge. Then he
drove in the same way again, the concussion inside her pussy
impossible to resist. Her head tried to arch back as she climaxed,
her eyes wanting to screw shut at the sweet whole-body-tightening
contraction. She kept them open and got her chance to watch Nate
utterly let go.

His lips pulled back as he shouted, his upper
and lower canines driven all the way out by lust. Heat shot into
her with his final thrust, more and more, and then at last his body
relaxed.

He pulled from her, his cock wet and rosy and
not quite softened. Evina’s bottom rested on his hairy thighs. Her
legs didn’t immediately want to uncramp; they’d been squeezed
around him so urgently. He kneaded them, working his magic fingers
down into the muscles. He looked at her sex, which was very exposed
to him. She sensed he could have watched it longer, shining and
plumped from what he’d done to it. Instead, his gaze lifted to her
face.

She’d never seen a man as gorgeous as he was
then. His eyes gleamed like stars within his dark lashes.

“Can you get up?” he asked, slightly hoarse
from his climactic bellow. “Are you steady enough to turn around
for me?”

Evina’s eyes widened. He smiled at the
reaction, the expression transforming his features. If angels could
be devilish, that’s how he looked to her.

“Can’t tigers have sex more than once in
quick succession?” he asked.

“Sure but—”

“So can wolves,” he said simply.

He helped her up onto her knees and turned
her, arranging her in the ever-popular presenting position. Evina’s
inner tigress let out an approving purr, evidently convinced her
appropriate master was taking charge of her. Unnerved but
tightening once again with arousal, Evina wrapped both hands around
Nate’s headboard.

Her arms were straight to brace her, her hips
tilted upward to let him in. Nate folded himself around her and
slid back into her heat with a happy sigh. He didn’t wait to begin
thrusting. His hands gripped the headboard outside of hers, his now
very hard erection swiftly picking up speed in her. It seemed
ridiculous, but his shaft felt even thicker than before.

“Oh yeah,” he praised, his face nuzzling her
hair aside from her neck. “That flips my switches good.”

He remembered what she’d said about wanting
his hands on her. He took one from the headboard to run caresses
along her body’s front. Her breasts were fondled, her nipples
pinched, her belly stroked by his warm broad palm. His low moans
assured her he reveled in touching her. Truth be told, his hands
weren’t tools enough for him. Bringing his mouth into play, he
kissed her shoulders and licked her nape. When his lengthened teeth
dragged over that vulnerable skin, a sexual quiver ran down to her
tailbone.

“Can I bite you?” he whispered against her
vertebrae.

Tigers didn’t experience bite-bonding like
she’d heard wolves did. They weren’t tied to the moon that way.
Still, this was an intimate request. Sexual biting tapped into deep
instincts. Any male who did it was hoping to stake a claim. Any
female who let him was saying she surrendered.

Evina hadn’t done that since she and Paul
parted ways.

She reached back to bury her fingers in
Nate’s dark waterfall of hair. She meant to tell him maybe another
time, to soften her refusal with the caress.

She didn’t get a chance to explain. Nate
interpreted the touch as her urging him onward. With a groan that
seemed to come from his marrow, he widened his jaw and bit.

Heat flashed through Evina’s body as the
points of his teeth took hold, hormones she had no control over
surging into her bloodstream. The effect was a hell of a lot
stronger than she remembered it being with Paul. She would have
panicked, except the sensations felt amazing. The pain of her skin
being pierced was nothing. This was about being trapped by a male
and being taken care of at the same time. She was safe, cherished.
She began coming and couldn’t stop, hot crashing waves of pleasure
that started deep in her groin and rolled out strongly in every
direction.

Nate made a sound like something had hurt
him. She hoped she wasn’t accidentally being rough. As if to prove
she wasn’t, he drew back and rammed into her again, even deeper
than before. He ground his pelvis into her ass, holding there like
he never intended to pull out. The pressure in her pussy increased
impossibly. He made the sound again and shot into her.

This time, he really flooded her.

She didn’t know how long his climax lasted,
his being difficult to separate from hers. When her knees gave way,
he followed her to the mattress, his hand cupped around her pubis
to keep himself tight in her.

She didn’t mind, despite not knowing him all
that well. His weight couldn’t bother her, and the continued
snuggling was surprisingly pleasant.

He let go of the skin he’d gripped at her
nape, licking it gently to encourage it to heal. Evina doubted it
had bled much. He’d been careful even in extremis.

“Mm,” she said, reaching back to pet his hair
weakly.

“Mm,” he answered, shifting his chest
slightly to one side. “That was amazing.”

Evina laughed quietly, amused by his phrasing
but sensing he meant it. “That’s what all the skirt-chasers
say.”

“Nuh,” he said, too drowsy to get the whole
nuh-uh
out. “You rocked my world,
chica
.”

Strangely touched, Evina smiled to herself
and slept.

NATE woke when his lengthy R&B playlist
ran out of tunes. He was sprawled atop Evina, who seemed unbothered
by his weight. She neither stirred nor grumbled when he pushed up,
the easy rise and fall of her breathing proving he hadn’t smothered
her.

Nate watched that for a moment, oddly lulled
by the slow rhythm. Her incredible waist-length curls lay across
her face, which was turned to the side. That didn’t bother her
either, but perhaps—as was the case for housecats—she liked
sleeping under layers. Nate drew the sheaf of curls gently behind
her, baring the softness of her profile. Did she really have two
children? She looked like a child herself. Her cheeks were rosy,
her nose too kittenish not to smile at. He smoothed one hand
lightly down her back, her skin like velvet under his fingertips.
God, her bare ass was gorgeous, round and lush and tempting enough
to bite.

He stopped himself in the middle of leaning
down.