Nick made a strained noise as my foot slipped past his side, and I lowered my ass onto the dense thigh closest to me. Curling my arm behind his neck, I brought our bodies together.
“Shelby.” Even when croaking my name Nick managed to sound sexy. “I want answ—”
I stuck my tongue between his parted lips before he could finish that statement. Nick made a startled sound and didn’t reciprocate. We couldn’t have that. I sucked his tongue into my mouth until his started moving on its own. Grinding my sex into his black slacks, I silently preened as he rose up to meet me despite himself.
Answers be damned. I wasn’t going to let anything stop us this time. I reached between us, relaxing the space only enough to let my hand through. He caught my arm before I could do more than unfasten the button on his waistband.
Nick used his bulk to push at me, forcing my shoulders against the sofa’s arm. His body hovered above mine, held up by his palm resting on the back of the furniture. Nostrils flaring, he looked almost furious. Had I done something that bad?
Nick set his other palm on my right breast, lifting the fullness beneath my silk blouse. Maybe not fury, after all.
My blue balls reared their ugly, throbbing heads. Oh how I needed him to fix that. I whimpered and tried to grind into something, reaching only air.
He let his hand travel over my midriff as he watched my face. Nick reached my waistband after what seemed like a week. I held my breath.
Nick repaid my favor from earlier, unfastening the button on my slacks. I didn’t stop him as he unzipped me, and then pushed through the suddenly sweltering fabric.
Sure, it was unfair that he got to do it when I couldn’t. But the way his fingers skimmed over the light barrier of silk covering my pulsing skin, shooting lovely heat all through me, made the unfairness completely worth it. His mouth came down on mine the moment I’d opened it to beg him for more. I deserved that, didn’t I?
Nick cupped me and squeezed my sex as he sucked at my tongue with greedy intent. Each slick caress translated as phantom strokes to my core. Oh, he knew just how to tease. One flick a half inch shy of my most sensitive bud jolted me nearly off the sofa despite him holding me down.
“Shit,” I said into his mouth.
His reply was to slip a finger beneath the elastic at the edge of my thigh. I squirmed, forcing his digit against my folds. A growl shook out of him. He caught my arms and dragged them above me even as he hoisted himself to the side. Nestled between the back of the sofa and my hip, Nick gazed at me with dark intent.
“Please.” Maybe I should have been ashamed I was begging a near stranger, but I didn’t care.
Nick grabbed hold of my slacks and yanked, pulling them to my knees without releasing me. The man was limber.
He stroked the lacy edge of my panties, watching my face as he did. “You still want me to fuck you after what I told you?”
My nods were eager. “Yes. Please, Nick.”
He ran his knuckles down the center of me, grazing the little bud that had irritated me, making me miserable all damn day. “What if I’m rough?”
“All the better,” I said.
“What if I want to bite you, Shelby?”
My stomach dipped and recovered, fear mingling with need and, dare I think it, anticipation? Could a mere nibble make me turn furry as well? The danger of being with him made me want him more.
His nostrils puffed out even wider, matching the expanding of his eyes. “Fuck. You want that, don’t you?”
He edged his hand into my panties, index finger slipping through my folds and curling inside me. The digit hit an ultra sensitive spot that flashed white across my vision. I came off the sofa directly into his palm. Nick hit it again. Heat rushed into every cell.
“Answer me, Shelby.”
“Yes.” I panted the word and clenched the hand holding mine. “Bite me, Nick. Fuck me. Fuck, do whatever you want. Just don’t fucking stop this time!”
The noise that came out of him was more animal than man.
But he released me and stood.
I screamed.
Nick winced at the sound I made. He slammed a hand over my mouth, muffling my screech. I shot him my harshest glare and growled expletives against his palm. His eyebrows lifted, and then the bastard laughed.
Clearly swearing and death ray eyeballs weren’t good enough, I’d have to resort to violence. I wound up a foot and aimed. Nick caught my ankle with his free hand inches from his thigh. The sudden halt of my limb ricocheted me onto the floor. I plunked hip first, and then landed with a hard oomph.
He laughed harder.
“Fucker.” I flipped him off. “No. You aren’t a fucker. You’re a not fucker.” I pushed off my palms in an effort to sit. With him still holding onto my foot, cackling like an idiot, I couldn’t get much leverage. “What kind of asshole doesn’t want to fuck a half naked woman who makes the first fucking move?”
Nick slid his hand up the underside of my leg. I made myself ignore the shivers of pleasure. When he got to my ass, the not-fucker bounced me. Somehow I was on the floor one second and airborne the next. Before I knew it, he had me up the stairs and tossed me on his bed. I landed in the middle and settled on the crisp comforter.
My head swam from the trip. “Holy… What in the—”
“I’m a fucker.” Nick yanked off my slacks the rest of the way. His mirth faded into a smirk as he leaned over the bed and into my personal space. “A Shelby fucker to be exact. But we needed a condom, and the only ones I have are up here.”
If he hadn’t mentioned condoms and fucking, I’d have demanded to know how in the hell I’d gotten upstairs so fast. As it were, I watched him like a hawk to make sure he was, in fact, reaching for a condom out of his nightstand drawer.
Nick bent and shoved his slacks down, kicking them aside as he ripped into the condom wrapper. I licked my lower lip, wanting to help roll the latex onto the erection bobbing between his muscular legs. But no. I wasn’t about to move.
This won’t happen . Something else would interrupt us. His mother would return with a rocket launcher to remove the white-girl problem from her son’s condo. Or he’d get all weird again and run all on his own. Maybe I should try to tie him up for a change.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Your face says you’re skeptical.”
I snorted. “My face is a fucking loudmouth.”
Nick tossed his head back, laughing loudly. “Oh, Shelby, you’re so cute.”
“Cute?” I flipped him off. “Fuck you, dude.”
He grabbed my wrist and tugged me off my butt. I let him pull me against his legs and onto my knees. One quick flick of his thumb had my blouse on the floor. My bra followed, and his fingers hooked into my panties. Sweeping the fabric down my legs, Nick brought his palm back up, grazing his nails on my inner thigh. Heat trailed everywhere he went, sparking inside me and earning him a hiss.
This had better happen or I was giving up on Nick Kang.
Perhaps sensing my impatience, or reading it on my expressive face, Nick lifted my wrist above my head and snatched the other. He added them together, transferring them into one palm.
“How do you want me to ruin you first? With my tongue over every inch of your,” he glanced down, nostrils flaring, “delectable sex. Or my cock branding you as mine?”
“Yours?” I snorted even though his grave tone made me fear he might actually be able to make good on his threats of ruination for any other man. Ignoring the liquid heat building below, I tossed my hair and smirked. “You can’t even follow through with fucking me once. I doubt you—”
Nick dropped my wrists and grabbed behind my knees in such a smooth motion I barely followed. Pulling my legs out from under me, Nick spread my thighs wide and settled between them at the edge of the bed. His beer-fueled smirk was either the indication that he would rock my body to exhaustion or that he was all talk and no game.
Please have game. Pleeeeasssse .
He showed me his thumb as if he meant to measure something for a sketch. Instead of grabbing a pencil and pen, Nick licked his digit. Good thing, considering I’d been about to kick him in the eyeball. But when he slicked his thumb through my folds, I reconsidered if that had been a good thing or not. Hadn’t the guy ever heard of lube? I supposed if I were lucky, his tongue would be on me next, and there’d be a lot of spit involved at that point. Something about seeing a guy lick a body part and then sticking that body part on me icked me out. Big time.
Nick’s thumb found my sensitive bud and I stopped caring about things like viral pathogens and started begging for infectious orgasms. The instant shot of sensation woke every nerve from my thighs right on to…Australia. I held myself down to keep from doing anything typical like arching or mewling. The effort I used restraining my urges had sweat breaking out across my forehead.
“Shelby.”
I sighed dreamily, loving how Nick said my name with his special note of demand, edging on asshole.
“Shelby.” No longer edging, Nick’s tone screamed asshole and made me glance at him lounging between my legs. “I want you to tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable.”
“I feel uncomfortable,” I said.
He lifted his thumb, reminding me where it used to be. “I meant if I hurt you. Not if you’re irritated because I’m not going fast enough.”
I muttered something about my loudmouth face.
Nick chuckled. “I love your loudmouth face.”
My frustration with him faded. He loves my face? That was…sweet. Wasn’t it?
I watched his face, loving how he licked his lower lip and focused on the glistening flesh in front of him as if it were a puzzle he knew exactly how to put together. Nick circled his thumb around the entrance to my sex, glancing at my face as he did. The teases had me locking my hips and fighting not to bite my lip from the sexy whirls rippling up my spine. Each circular motion brought his thumb closer to breaching my core. Each motion that didn’t made me want to climb him and take what I needed.
Nick’s smirk morphed into a grin. “So impatient.”
“Such a tease,” I said, not bothering to temper my snappish tone.
“I’m worth it.”
I snorted. “At this point, I’d get better service from a washing machine.”
He snorted out a laugh. “Show me the washing machine that can lick and finger fuck you at the same time, and I’ll gladly step aside.”
“You’re not doing either right now.” And I was quickly cooling. He needed to step up that game pronto or I’d know the beer-fueled smirk had been a lie.
“I see you don’t believe in delayed gratification.”
“I might have if you hadn’t already engaged in coitus interruptus on several occasions.”
He gave me a side-long look. “‘I do not think it means what you think it means.’”
Waving him and his movie quotes off, I drew onto my elbows and edged back. One hip made it an inch away before he caught me beneath my knees and dragged me to his mouth. His tongue breached my core, flicking the sensitive edge. Any thoughts of cooling went up in a solar flare. I gasped and clawed into his linens.
Transferring his tongue north, Nick made good on his threat. A single finger slipped inside me as he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue. The jab of need had me howling his name.
Nick let up, enabling me to think again. Bad plan. I couldn’t help but acknowledge that he’d yet to ruin me for other men. Sure, he wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t exceptional.
“Shelby.”
“Mmm?”
“Hold onto something.”
Laughing softly, I adjusted my grip on his bed linens. Nick lowered his head, and… I shrieked.
The vibration against my clit had me shooting upright. I gaped down, making one continuous, breathy sound. Nick’s head remained where it had been but whatever was making contact with my sensitive flesh blurred as if moving faster than my eyes could follow. Nick stopped me with a palm to the chest and urged me back. Meanwhile the power tool he’d hidden in his mouth fluttered my clit at the speed of light. My inner muscles clenched almost painfully as a climax built in record time.
“What…is…that?” I panted and tried to get a look in between sucking in air.
Nick showed me his tongue. The tool he’d been using paused, giving me a breather. I let out a relieved sigh.
“You didn’t like that?” Nick’s amused tone had me tilting my head.
“It was…intense. Are you hiding a super-charged vibrator down there?”
He flicked his tongue. “Nope. Just this.”
“Just…your tongue?”
His eyes sparkled. “My supernaturally enhanced tongue.”
A phantom chill rolled over me and damn near brought me to climax. Nick pushed another finger inside me, and then, grinning, lowered his head. The power tool tongue—if that’s what it was—made contact with my skin.
I came.
Apart .
“Fuck glitter whores!”
“Shelby,” Nick said, laughing at my exclamations, “you’re adorable.”
“Fuck you.” My voice shook half as much as my trembling body. “No w-woman wants to be c-called cute or ador-r-r-able.”
He tugged my thighs wider, standing as he did. “You’re so fucking hot, sexy, amazing, that I’m afraid to fuck you.”
“Afraid?” I chuckled, nervous, especially when I caught sight of the storm in his gaze. Maybe he really was afraid. “Why?”
“Let me put it to you this way.” He took hold of my ankle in one hand and his cock in the other. “Don’t let me fuck you from behind.”
Oh. That sounded…lovely, yet dangerous given the growled tone he’d used to warn me. “But I like it from behind.”
He sighed my name, half plea, half complaint.
What was the big deal? “Why can’t we—”
Nick edged forward and pushed inside me, his cock feeling twice as large as it looked. I choked on my question as my still sensitive muscles throbbed, clamping down on him. Okay, from the front is pretty damn good.
Nick gathered my ass in his hands and used the leverage to drive deeper. Groaning, he withdrew and adjusted his pose so that when he pushed in again, he hit the spot. My body arched all on its own though I managed to keep from making any silly girl noises.
“Is your cock s-supernaturally enhanced, too?”
Nick winked. “Do you want it to be?”
Based on the mini shocks still shaking my inner muscles, I didn’t know what answer I wanted.
Laughing, perhaps at my expression, Nick lowered himself down and pressed his mouth to mine. He licked through my lips, tongue swirling. His hoppy, sinful taste had me moaning and grabbing his neck to keep him from standing.
Nick let me come up for air a half second before I realized I needed it. “I’ll ease you into sex with a Were. Next on the list…”
He bounced me like he had downstairs. I popped upright, my hair flying around us. Cradling me to his chest, he took a step away from the bed. One palm supported my ass while the other held my head steady.
Grinning a mere inch from me, he said, “Sex standing up.”
“Non Were can—”
Nick buried his cock deeper than before while simultaneously rolling his hips and pushing his tongue between my teeth. Even his chest got in on the action, nipples scraping mine to pulsing life. Without breaking a sweat or missing a beat, he nudged every spot that counted, multiple times on each thrust. Sensation flooded from my erogenous zones, converging into a single, taut point.
I promptly turned into goo, melting all over him. Or perhaps I merely clung desperately and dug my nails into whatever was beneath them, but I felt as if I were melting.
He threw back his head, releasing an inhuman noise that made every part of me boil with hot, sweet need.
“Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut as his cock jabbed my G-spot just right, slid away, and then came back. Rising up on the palm holding me, I smashed my chest closer to his. I needed to get closer, to…reach. “Nick.”
His mouth puffed against my ear. “My teeth ache so badly, Shelby, from wanting to sink into you. To make you mine. Don’t let me take you from behind, Shelby. Don’t let me, unless you’re prepared. Fuck.”
I’d yet to come from his cock, but I could already tell he’d done exactly as he’d threatened. He’d ruined me for all other men—for all other tongues and every single cock out there that didn’t belong to Nick Kang.
“You can bite m-me,” I said.
A sibilant sound slipped out of him. He reached between us and found my swollen bud. “Shelby. Come.” His demanding tone snapped louder. “Now.”
The taut point cracked, engulfing my senses in a flare of pleasure so powerful that I lost control of every muscle except the one screaming his name. What happened after that, I couldn’t have said. I might have heard a roar and felt a rush hit my quivering insides or I might have fallen on my head and blacked out.
The next thing I saw was Nick’s ceiling and my glistening, naked chest rising and falling while I lay atop his bed. If I’d fallen, he’d lifted me up. A body had flopped beside me. Nick’s. He panted as much as I did.
Nothing throbbed except my sex. No discomfort came from my skull or my ass. Maybe I hadn’t fallen physically, but I certainly had mentally. Even though Nick hadn’t used much beyond strength and dexterity, I knew that hadn’t been ordinary sex.
I turned my head, catching him watching me. He gave me a wary smile that didn’t reach his eyes. The expression fit perfectly for the situation and the man. My stomach dipped anyway.
Fuck. I was ruined.