Conflicting emotions bombarded Brogan. Relief at El’s acceptance of who he was, what he was, lifted the weight he’d been carrying in his chest. Elation at being able to claim his mate flowed through him, sparking his arousal and need to possess. And fear. Knowing what was involved in turning a human and actually doing it were two different things.
A coyote should only turn a human once—if at all—and never outside a mated pair. Icy tingles traveled his spine and the muscles in his stomach clenched tight. He knew how to turn El. Knew the instinct to do so would come naturally when they joined but fear of causing her pain had him breathing hard and sweat popping out on his forehead.
He wanted to flip her over onto her knees and take her. Claim her as his forever. He’d never been nervous about taking a woman to bed but El was different. Having sex had nothing to do with claiming your mate.
“Brogan?” El’s voice drew him out of his thoughts.
He had to tell her there was more to being turned than just fucking. She needed to know that he’d have to bite her, allow his coyote teeth to extend and sink into the soft flesh of her neck.
“El.” He gulped over the hard ball lodged in his throat. “I, um…” Stammering like an idiot, Brogan searched his mind for the best way to explain what he had to do. “To turn you I have to bite you at the exact moment we both climax.”
“Bite me?”
She hadn’t backed away from his touch and still ran her fingers through his hair. He took that as a good sign.
“Yes, I need to use my coyote teeth to pierce your neck. I’m told it doesn’t hurt because of the endorphins and hormones produced by our mating but I’ve never turned a human so I can’t be sure. I don’t want to hurt you.” His blood ran cold and pain sliced into his heart at the idea of El suffering in any way.
“Brogan, I know we don’t really know each other but I trust you. I know you’d never intentionally hurt me.”
“I don’t want to unintentionally hurt you either,” he said. He’d never been this nervous or fearful.
“We don’t have to do this now do we? Can’t we spend some time getting to know each other? I want to know about Whispering Springs and your life. Will you tell me?”
Brogan took a deep breath. He could do that. He could tell her about his life and what he saw that life becoming now that she would be a part of it. There was just one problem. He wanted to fuck her and make her his before he did anything else. He might be as nervous as hell about turning her but he didn’t feel one bit of anxiety about joining with her.
He moved to sit up and caught the blanket with his elbow. It slid down to reveal the top half of a cream-colored breast. In her effort to grab the cover El pushed it off farther, revealing the top of her other breast and one beaded nipple.
A growl rumbled up his throat and past his lips. His dick went rock hard as need took hold and his coyote sprang to life. All thoughts of going slow fled his mind, along with the blood now flowing like boiling lava through his veins and into his cock.
He crawled up the bed and buried his face between her exposed breasts, breathing deep and filling his lungs with her scent. He brought a hand up to cup one firm mound and tweak the already hard nipple between his fingertips. Lashing with his tongue he laved the tight bud, circled it before sucking it into his mouth.
El moaned and arched into him, pushing her breasts higher for his feasting. He used his other hand to lavish attention on the breast not in his mouth, pulling at the pointed peak with gentle tugs of his fingers. With each tug his blood beat faster, hotter. Burning him from the inside out as it flowed through his body and centered in his cock.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted all of her. Wanted to touch, taste and devour every inch of her. Leave no part of her unmarked by him. When he was finished, no one—least of all El—would doubt she belonged to him.
He let go of her breasts and ripped the blanket from between them, her gasp of surprise swallowed when he slammed his mouth to hers. With savage intent he took, thrust his tongue into her warm depths and plundered all he found. Teeth, tongue and lips melded in a frenzy so hot it stole his breath.
There was no time to think of gentling the kiss. El took him deeper with demands of her own. Her hands skimmed over his skin, touching everywhere they could reach. She tried to pull him down, urged him to lie on top of her. Tremors shook his arms and he dropped to his elbows, keeping his full weight off her.
Their bodies lined up, soft to hard. Hollows met ridges and hot skin fused. Her breasts and hard nipples pressed into his chest, the peaks catching in his hair. His own nipples hardened at the contact. He ground his hips into hers, while his cock throbbed against the silky soft skin of her stomach.
Her fingernails grazed his back and sent electric shards of pleasure shooting down his spine into his balls. Heat lightning streaked to the tip of his dick where a bead of pre-cum told how close he was to exploding. Much more of this delicious torture and Brogan would disgrace himself like a randy teenager.
He pulled free of her mouth, both of them gasping for breath. Chests heaved and hearts pounded between them. If they didn’t slow down it would be all over in seconds. Then again once wouldn’t satisfy him and it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to go again. He doubted he’d ever get enough of her.
Through hooded eyes he gazed at her swollen lips—red and puffy from his kiss—they issued an invitation to lick and nibble. But he wanted to snack on more than her mouth. He needed to feed on all of her. The slope of her neck, the arch of her shoulder, the sweep of her breast, the plane of her stomach and the valley of her sex. He planned to sample every inch of her luscious body.
He dipped his head, nibbled along her jaw and up to the soft spot below her ear. His tongue flicked out and lapped at her lobe before tracing the outer shell of her ear. El shuddered beneath him, tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. With open lips he latched on to the flesh under her ear and suckled hard, leaving his mark on her creamy skin.
Her scent and taste exploded through him, obliterating everything from his mind but El and the consuming need she dragged out of him. Need, want, desire and hunger clawed at him. His coyote urged him to take as his human side compelled him to savor. Coyote instincts pushed to the fore and his teeth lengthened.
Canines scraped but didn’t break the skin on her neck as he drew his mouth down her throat to the curve beneath her chin. The flutter of her fast beating pulse vibrated on his lips. He nudged her head back with his cheek, nipped her lightly before running his tongue over the pounding hollow.
He trailed his mouth lower, headed for the breasts he’d barely spent time on. He planned to spend a lot of time on them in the future. Her skin, dewy and flushed a beautiful shade of rose, fed his need to taste. Little nips, open-mouthed kisses and sweeping licks took him to his prize. El whimpered and moaned under him, the sounds fanning the flames lashing at his reins of control.
As he moved over her plump mounds he took care to avoid the sensitive tips, heightening her arousal by teasing close, then backing away. Her hips left the bed, pushing into his and grinding his cock against her pubic bone. His balls tightened, tucked up closer to his body and pre-cum dripped from his slit.
The slick liquid coated the head and—thrusting forward—he slid his dick over her heated skin. Fire erupted, destroying the last of his control and he latched on to a taut nipple, sucked hard and thrust again and again.
El went wild, thrashing beneath him. Her orgasm took them both by surprise. Cream and heat from her pussy covered his balls. He pulled his hips back, grabbed hers in his hands and tilted her pelvis. In one hard thrust he sank into her core.
Mindless of anything but El and the hot glove surrounding his cock, he slammed into her repeatedly, rode her like the animal he was. Control and finesse long gone, he took them both on a frenzied give and take.
He pulled her legs over his hips, opened her wider, drove in deeper. His shaft hit the spot inside her slick walls that sent her crashing headfirst into another orgasm before the last one was over. Muscles with vise-like strength gripped his cock and held him tight. Buried to the hilt he had no choice but to follow her over the edge.
Fiery bursts of cum spilled from his body, took his breath with each spurt. Three, four, five times—his balls squeezed and sent his seed into the heart of El. On the last surge Brogan collapsed, managing to fall to the side and not crush her under his weight. With the little energy he had left, he wrapped his arm around her back and rolled them, his cock still buried deep inside her body.
Her toes were numb—her fingers too. In fact her whole body was numb and except for the fire dragging in and out of her lungs, El couldn’t feel a thing. Last thing she remembered was going up in flames. Spontaneous combustion. Every time Brogan made her come it was more intense, took longer to stop and far more time to return to reality.
The man was a pleasure machine. Each stroke, every brush of his fingers or lips sent her careening into bliss. She’d never lost control the way she did with him. She didn’t lose it exactly, more like handed it over for him to do whatever he wanted. Not that she would complain anytime soon. Oh no, not one word of complaint would leave her lips.
Sweat clung to her skin, tacky and warm. The moisture between her legs resembled a hot bath and Brogan’s hard cock, still clamped within her pussy walls, throbbed. Little sparks of pleasure shot into her clit with each beat. Renewed arousal simmered and stirred, built in a slow, steady warmth that centered in the pit of her tummy.
Like a cat, El rubbed her face on the hard muscles of his chest. The small bud of his nipple peaked against her cheek and she turned to lick it, curled her tongue around the tip and sucked until it puckered tighter. His chest rumbled, the growl vibrating along her jaw. She gave his other nipple attention, used her fingers and nails on the one still wet from her mouth.
He stirred under her and she pinched one peak between finger and thumb while trapping the other in her teeth. Brogan bucked beneath her and his cock twitched, bumping her G-spot. Sensation burst out, making her clit pound and her pussy weep. She rotated her hips, moving up and down his erection. The pool of warmth in her belly boiled and she lifted to get more friction, deepen her lunges.
Wrapping his hands over her shoulders he pushed her up. She used her legs to lift and drop her pelvis, rolling and twisting her hips for added stimulation. Liquid flowed from her. The combination of her cream and his cum filled the air with the scent of sex.
Flesh slapped together and moans of pleasure floated around them. Their breathing grew harsh, rasped in and out as they climbed toward another peak. His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements, urging her to go faster. Thrusting up, he drove himself deeper on each of her down strokes.
She lost the rhythm and her balance but he held them in position, drilling her with his cock. Unrelentingly he drove them both, taking them up and over with devastating speed. Muscles lax, she fell on top of him and waited for him to stop but he continued to pump into her, building another orgasm from the ashes of the last.
A growl pierced the air. For a second she thought he’d shifted to coyote but he remained human. In a move too quick to register he changed their position until she was on her hands and knees.
Slamming forward hard, he entered her from behind. Each thrust sent him deeper and her arousal higher. With ease he had her teetering on the edge, ready to fly off. His hands cupped her breasts, his chest flush along her spine and still he powered into her. Her legs shook, from weakness or desire it didn’t matter.
Being taken with a greed that bordered on savage should have been frightening, but instead of being scared she felt safe, protected, cherished. Surrounded by Brogan, she let go and gave herself over to his need. He licked her shoulder, nipped at her nape and kissed her sweat-slicked back, his mouth was as devastating to her senses as his cock.
She arched her back, pushed her hips out to take more of him. With each slide over her G-spot he pulled on her nipples and the combined sensations thrilled her, made her shake with lust. Arms braced on the headboard, she met each forward thrust. Head thrown back, she shoved backward each time he drove into her. His balls slapped her clit and she erupted.
Hot lava filled her pussy and sent her clit into spasms that bordered on pain. Every part of her electrified with the molten heat they generated. Curled over her, Brogan sank his teeth into her neck. There was no pain. The sensation at her throat was as intense as the one in her crotch and she exploded in another orgasm.
They collapsed together, legs and arms tangled. He reached for her hands, loosened her grip on the headboard and entwined their fingers. His harsh breath warmed her ear, sent tingles of delight skittering down her back. Her body lay boneless beneath him with barely the energy to breathe and yet he managed to pull desire from the depths of her soul.
He licked at her neck, little laps of his wet tongue. The spot was tender beneath his ministrations at first. With each pass the soreness lessened and El relaxed and sighed into the bedding. Brogan continued to nuzzle at her neck, calming her body and clearing her mind.
He’d bitten her.
With no warning he’d plunged his teeth into her. It hadn’t hurt. If anything it had been one of the most pleasurable experiences she’d ever had. Did this mean she could shift now?
She lay still, catalogued each part of her body, tried to find any difference. Other than complete satiation she couldn’t find any abnormality, any sign her body had been altered.
“El? Are you okay?” His breath puffed in her ear, fanned over her face.
“You bit me,” she murmured.
“I know. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. Did I hurt you?” He squeezed her fingers and rolled to his side.
“No. It didn’t hurt.” He snaked an arm around her stomach, pulling her back to his front, spoon fashion.
“I’m sorry. I did it on instinct. By the time I thought about it I’d already sunk my fangs into you. There was no stopping.” He drew circles over her stomach with a finger.
“Am I turned now? Can I change form?” A shudder of fear at the unknown flowed through her.
“I think so, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before, remember? I just know what I’ve been told.” Pulling her hair aside, he kissed the spot where his teeth had pierced her skin.
El snuggled farther into his embrace. Her eyes grew heavy with the need for rest after their strenuous physical activity. Their heart rates had slowed, their breathing eased and cuddled against his large body she lost the will to stay awake.