Her stomach twisted as she caught sight of his cock. So the rumors were true. Shifters were, in fact, well endowed. She had the feeling she was going to be sore tomorrow. And that was not a complaint.
She pointed at her dresser. “Condoms are in the top drawer.”
Leaning over her, he flicked her taut nipple with his tongue. “Shifters don’t carry STDs, and we can only impregnate the female we’re mated to.”
“Then we’re good to go.”
Straightening, Zander groaned as she curled her luscious legs around him—yet another fantasy he had. “That’s it, wrap them around me.” Angling her hips just right, he bumped her folds with the head of his cock. “I’ll go slow while I slide inside you.” He wanted to be sure he didn’t hurt her, and he also wanted her to feel every inch of him going in. “After that, I want to take you hard, Gwen. If you can’t handle that, tell me now.”
She gasped as he lodged the thick head of his cock in her opening. The pressure was amazing. “I can take it.”
Zander sank inside her. Slowly. Smoothly. Almost lazily. And, fuck, her hot pussy felt so good stretching around him. Even though she was deliciously tight, she was so slick he slid in easily. Still, he watched her face for signs of pain, but all he saw was a need for more.
Finally, balls-deep in her, he groaned. She felt like sheer fucking heaven. “You sure you can take it hard?” He damn well hoped so, because he wasn’t sure he had it in him to give her slow and gentle. Not right then. He could keep in mind the relative differences in their strength so he didn’t hurt her, but he couldn’t give her gentle.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”
Taking her at her word, he reared back and slammed home. Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing and rippling. Fuck. Zander pounded in and out of her, yanking her to him each time he thrust forward, driving as deep as he could possibly go. “Swear to God, never had a pussy this tight.”
And she’d never had a cock buried so deep inside her. He was hitting all kinds of interesting nerve endings that Gwen hadn’t known she had until now. She’d never felt so full, so taken. Truly, no one had ever fucked her like this; no one had ever paid so much attention to her body or ever been so intent on making sure she got off.
She hadn’t actually been certain that she could come a third time, but the friction was building inside her. Building. Swelling. Inflating like a balloon until she couldn’t stand it. Feeling his cock throb and pulse only made it worse. Gwen reached down to finger her clit, knowing she’d go off like a rocket. She gasped when Zander softly slapped her hand away.
“Mine.”
Bristling, she clipped, “Um, no, it’s not.”
He stilled, eyes blazing. “What did you just say?” It was a menacing whisper.
She lifted her chin, refusing to be intimidated. “I said, no, it’s not.”
Zander leaned forward. “Whose cock is buried in you right now?”
She gritted her teeth. “Yours.”
“That’s right. Whose come will soon be filling this pussy?”
“Yours.”
“Correct again. So, who does this body belong to right now?”
Well, that was easy. “Me.” He pulled out. Just pulled out of her. Then she suddenly found herself on her stomach as a hand came down sharply on her ass. Twice. She glared at him over her shoulder. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her curt tone was totally lost on him; he was too busy staring at her ass in fascination.
“Such a pretty shade of pink.”
“Your goddamn face will be a pretty shade of pink if you spank me a—” He did it again. Motherfucker. Gwen rolled onto her back and slapped at the offending hand. “If you think that because I’m human I’ll be intimidated into doing and saying whatever you want, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“Oh, we’ll both be coming.” He gave her his weight, hiked her legs high, and drove his cock deep in her pussy. A shocked gasp flew out of her. Eyes shooting a fire that made his cock throb, she cursed a blue streak. He caught her wrists and pinned them to the mattress, and her pussy spasmed around him. He smiled. “My baby likes being pinned down.”
Yeah, she did, but Gwen wasn’t going to admit that aloud. “Just fuck me, Devlin.”
Zander pounded into her, keeping her hands pinned in place. All the while, he kissed her—tasting, dominating, and swallowing her moans. Her pussy became hotter and tighter.
He shifted his angle, hitting her sweet spot. “Look at me when you come, Gwen.” He needed to see that moment when her eyes went blind and . . . yeah, there it was. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her back arched, and that sweet little pussy contracted around him.
Zander’s own release tore through him, rushed through his blood—a blinding pleasure that went on and on as her pussy milked him dry. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck. He felt spent. Sated. At peace.
As he rolled onto his back and draped a limp Gwen over him, his wolf took a cautious step toward her. And another. And another. Pausing, the beast greedily took in her scent and then settled down, resting his chin on his legs. Again, he watched her, still slightly wary.
Progress, Zander thought with a smile.
CHAPTER NINE
A few days later, Gwen stood at the reception desk, writing down all the cancellations she’d made—it seemed smart not to have innocent people around if the Moores were going to cause more shit. Concentrating on what she was doing would have been a lot easier if she hadn’t had a hard body curled around her from behind while Zander nuzzled her neck.
A hand snaked under her shirt and settled on her stomach, warm and possessive, and she sighed. “What are you doing?”
Zander traced a circle on her skin with his thumb. “Touching you.”
She jerked a little as he nipped her nape. “Well, you can’t.”
“Already did,” he rumbled. “Touched you. Tasted you. Fucked you. Multiple times. And I’m gonna do it again.”
“I meant, you can’t do it right here. Don’t growl at me, Devlin.” But she was chuckling. “The new guests should be arriving any minute now.” They would be their last guests until after the hearing. “I don’t look very professional with you caging me against the desk.”