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It was the safest feeling I could remember, lying there in his arms. I lifted up enough to look at the clock. Eight. That was early for a Saturday. I turned back and found Corbin’s dark, gold-flecked eyes watching me.
He looked amazing in the morning sun. His hair, which hung in layers to his shoulders, looked polished beneath the soft rays of daylight. When I’d first seen him, I had mistaken Corbin for a creature of the night. Seeing him here, like this, I knew how wrong I was. Corbin belonged in the sun.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
My answer was a kiss. I leaned over him and my robe fell open. The shock of his warm chest beneath my breasts made my nipples hard. And when I kissed him, I moaned against his lips. He must have used my homemade mouthwash last night at some point, because he still tasted like mint this morning. It was my grandmother’s recipe.
“Let me in,” I thought.
And he did. He opened his mouth to me and I drew his tongue into mine. There was something about Corbin I couldn’t resist. I sucked his tongue, enjoying both the mint flavor and the way my body ached in response.
“Are all shifters like this?” I asked, panting as I drew back.
“Like what?”
I kissed him again and Corbin wrapped his arms around me. He lifted me higher, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. Even as my mouth went dry, I felt my pussy becoming wetter with his every touch. He sucked harder, drawing more of my flesh into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair as I pressed him against me. It had been a long time since I had felt anything close to this level of desire.
I was so wet I thought my juices must be running down my thighs. I knew werewolves had incredibly acute senses as well as other enhanced abilities. Judging by his reflexes last night, I’d say those qualities applied to all shifters. Corbin took a deep breath, running his face over my skin.
Somehow I knew through his touch that Corbin could smell my arousal. With senses like his, he could smell my desire even if he wasn’t this close to me.
If he knew it already, then why bother holding back? This was not the place for shyness. I wanted him and I had no trouble acting on my desires. The night before he had asked me to wait. Apparently, morning was as long as I could hold out.
He opened my robe wide, releasing me only long enough to toss it on the floor. Corbin looked at me and as a shuddering breath escaped his lips, his eyes turned completely gold. Had we been in the dark, I’m sure they would have glowed.
“You won’t turn or anything will you? Like they say werewolves do sometimes during sex?”
“I’m not the same. My abilities are genetic.” He smiled. “And I’m not contagious. I transform when I want. I’m in control.”
Well, that made one of us. When I moved toward him this time, Corbin rolled me to my back so fast it startled me.
He continued to look at me with those beautiful golden eyes as he ran one hand up my thigh and one long finger inside me. He moved lower and lower, trailing kisses down my body. He paused above my neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“Nice.”
I moaned and threw back my head as his mouth claimed me. He pulled my flesh into his mouth, just as he had done with my breast, sucking until the point of pain, but not quite beyond the realm of pleasure.
His tongue found my clit and pulled it hard into his mouth. “Fuck yes.”
There’s no telling what else I said. All I knew was that Corbin was hitting the right spot and I couldn’t seem to shut up. I screamed. I cursed, and I writhed beneath his touch.
His tongue never left my clit and now his rhythm grew faster. His finger dipped in and out of my slick heat while his tongue worked me to a fevered pitch. I wanted him so badly that I hurt. I ached to have him inside me and I wouldn’t be satisfied until I felt his big cock splitting me in two. And knowing that he could sense how hot I was set me off even more.
Corbin lifted his head from between my legs and his body trembled. A fine sheen of sweat was visible against his skin. Something about the lighting and the gold of his eyes made his skin seem darker. Like a glistening bronze god. He looked dangerous, but as he’d said, in control.
“Corbin,” I panted. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Not exactly the most romantic thing in the world. But, years of safe sex didn’t go away just because I was turned on.
He smiled. “Shifters can’t contract or carry diseases.”
Instinctively, I touched the ring on my finger. Corbin took my hand and looked at the ring more closely.
“Is that what I think it is? I didn’t even know they were real.”
“Yes.”
The ring was a gift from my grandmother. As long as I wore it, I couldn’t get pregnant. She’d called it a “love ring.” As handy as it was over the years, I did love it, though I’m sure that’s not what the name meant. The rings were legendary in magical history, though I’d never known of another to exist.
When he hesitated I asked, “What are we waiting for?” I caressed my left breast, inviting him back. “Come here.”
Without further hesitation Corbin lowered his head to my breast again. He pulled the already sensitive flesh into his mouth. Somehow he flicked his tongue over my nipple at the same time he sucked it hard. As he did this Corbin reached between my legs again and started to rub my sex in slow, deliberate circles. My pussy throbbed with need as my juices soaked the bed. If he didn’t hurry up, I was going to come and I wanted him inside me when that happened. I ran my hands up his arms, relishing the feel of hard muscle beneath smooth skin. The more he stroked me, the more erotic images played through my head. I imagined what it would look like if I could watch his cock when it finally slipped inside me. I gasped as this image brought me to the brink and Corbin pulled back. Apparently, we both wanted him inside me when I came.
He moved more on top of me, pushing me back against the pillows. I felt him spread my legs wider, pressing himself against me. I could feel his cock growing harder as he used it to spread my labia wide. He began to slip inside me and I moaned. Involuntary tears blurred my vision as his thick cock stretched me further, but he would only go so far. Corbin was driving me mad. No matter how hard I arched against him, he would not penetrate me fully.
Corbin moved slowly, sucking my nipple hard as he continued to press deeper, inch by inch. Then, just when I thought I couldn’t stretch any more, he took me completely and I screamed.
He grew still for a moment as he buried himself deep inside me. Then, slowly, he began to move. My back arched as I ground my hips against him, rising to meet his every thrust. I raked my nails over the smooth skin of his back before slipping one hand between us to work my clit.
“Make me come,” I commanded.
As I spoke Corbin moved to take my earlobe into his mouth and I felt the first twinges of orgasm begin. He pulled the delicate skin between his teeth and the sensations became stronger. An ache began at the base of my spine, spreading to my thighs and settling around the muscles that gripped his cock.
I arched upward again and release flooded my body. I felt my muscles spasm around him, gripping him, pulling him down inside me.
I lifted my hips higher, wrapping my legs around him.
“Say my name,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over my ear again. “I want my name on your lips when I come.”
He ran his hand up through the back of my hair, tugging just hard enough to tilt my head. The feel of my hair being pulled sent a chill of pleasure down my spine as I whispered, “Corbin,” against his lips.
He gasped and as his body stiffened he thrust into me deep and hard. “I’m coming.”