Leigh

I WOKE UP HOT, sweaty, and pinned in bed. Adrenaline surged, which made me hotter and sweatier. I breathed through the initial panic. I was in my bed, after all. Focusing my caffeine-deprived brain took some doing. Okay, so my state of mind wasn’t entirely due to lack of caffeine. I had been thoroughly fucked. Several times. If I remembered correctly. At the moment, the man who’d left me in this state was sleeping soundly on his stomach, face turned away but one muscular arm draped across my stomach. I tucked my chin so I could get a better look at him.

Ink. He had ink. I didn’t like tattoos, had been raised to think them low-class but his… Oh my God, his back was a work of art. The patch on his leather vest had been perfectly recreated but with a lot of artistic license. The leaping wolf wasn’t stylized. He was perfectly formed and shaded in silver and black, the ears rimmed in brown. The leaping front feet were silvery-white and the body trailed off into a comet tail of red-hot colors.

“Like what you see?”

I’d been staring at his back so intently, I didn’t realize he’d turned his head to face me. My fingers itched to trace the wolf—to pet it…him.

“I don’t like tattoos.”

Smoke gave me a sloe-eyed blink and smiled. “Uh huh.” He rolled to his side, shifting me with him. “Funny. My tattoo likes you.”

He cupped my breast and I swallowed the gasp his touch caused. I pushed at his chest and pretended my fingers didn’t brush through the feathering of dark hair highlighting his pecs.

“I might not be in the mood.”

“Oh?” He trailed a finger over my ribs—light and teasing but I’m not ticklish. “I guess you’ll just have to lay here and take it. This won’t take long.”

His hand pulled my calf up over his hip then his fingers brushed between my thighs, getting intimate fast. I was already wet. He smiled and winked.

“Not long at all.”

I feigned a yawn. “Good. I have other things to—”

His fingers pushed into me and I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. Nope. Wasn’t going to take long at all. My insides were already churning and the muscles in my vagina were pulsing as they tightened around his intrusion.

 

 

Smoke

“GREEDY LITTLE THING,” I murmured against her ear. I could feel her heartbeat in her pussy. I curled two fingers against her G-spot and she moaned and when I pressed my thumb against her clit her hands spasmed, driving her nails into my skin.

Her eyes flew open when she realized she’d drawn blood. She looked panicked as she apologized. “Sorry!”

I smirked while my wolf preened just beneath my skin. He liked that our mate bloodied us. There wasn’t another woman in the world, he reminded me, who could arouse and challenge us like this one did. I kissed her, claiming her mouth. I worked her pussy with my hand until she was squirming against me. “Did I mention this won’t take long?”

Leigh uttered a startled laugh when I closed my teeth over her nipple. I nipped, licked, nipped again, and sucked hard.

“Well alrighty then.” Her voice was rough and husky. “I guess I have a few minutes.”

“I ’preciate you makin’ the time, babe.” I rolled her to her back and kissed my way down to the thatch of silky hair at the junction of her thighs. I sat up, grabbed her knees and spread her. “Beautiful pussy.” It was, all pink and wet and waiting for me to taste. I settled between her legs.

I heard her breath catch when I licked between her folds. Her muscles twitched when I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, but it was the gasping moan when I thrust my tongue into her channel that got me so hard I thought I might shoot my wad right then. I pushed into the heat and away again, teasing—or tormenting if her protests were to be believed. Her pulse thundered against my tongue.

Her thighs pressed against my shoulders and her hips danced beneath me. I had to use a forearm across her belly to keep her still so I could continue to eat her out. Damn but she tasted good. I’d never stop hungering for her. She pushed against me, feet on the bed now so she could arch higher as a scream broke from between her lips and she melted beneath, panting and quivering as I pushed three fingers in as I used my mouth on her clit.

“Again,” I ordered, pushing her to the quivering edge a second time. “Again, babe.”

She shook her head, hair tangled across the pillow and she fought. Her hands loosened their grip on the sheets and found my hair. She tugged and jerked, trying to force my mouth away from her cunt. Wasn’t happening. She screamed this time and I could all but see her fly off into space. Her breaths came in little wheezing sobs as I sat up and rolled away. “My work here is done.”

“The hell you say!” She snarled at me and as quick as a snake, she had me pushed down on the bed. I admit I let her because I was curious. Would she suck me off or would she ride me?

Stretching out, I tucked my hands behind my head and watched her.

“Whatcha’ gonna do, babe?”

“This,” she hissed, straddling me. My dick was as hard as granite and precum leaked from its tip. She rubbed her wet pussy up the length of my dick as she leaned forward. Planting her hands on either side of my head, she stared at my mouth.

“Kiss me,” I ordered. I wanted her to taste herself on me. When she resisted, I fisted one hand in her hair and pressed her head down. I took her mouth, feasted on it just like I had her pussy. Damn but I loved the taste of her. Would never be satisfied. I broke the kiss.

Leigh rested her forehead against mine, panting. “You have two choices, babe. Fuck me or suck me.”

Her head jerked up and she glared. “You’re so romantic.”

Sarcasm. I liked it. My dick twitched against her, reminding her of what was waiting for her. “You think?”

She wormed her way down my body and settled on her knees between my thighs. Staring at my dick, she licked her lips. I groaned and she smiled. Dipping down, she flicked her tongue over the head of my dick and it twitched against her lips. She grabbed it with one hand and treated it like an ice cream cone. Oh hell yeah. The way her lips and tongue glided over me? She could spend hours…fuck, she could spend days sucking me off. Her mouth was gawddamned magic.

She worked me—mouth, hands—and it was all I could do not to grab her head, hold her still, and fuck her mouth. Would she swallow when I came? That wasn’t a question with the sweet butts who hung around the clubhouse. They swallowed or else. But this was Leigh. I was keeping her. We’d negotiate the finer points when my dick wasn’t throbbing

I froze. My brain finally caught up with the rest of me and my wolf. Keeping her? Mate? What the fuck? I sucked in a breath. The damn gods were fuckin’ with me. The arsonist and the arson investigator. We were a fucking match made in hell.

Leigh moaned around my dick and her hand went between her legs. Fuckin’ A. She was getting turned on by suckin’ me off. Maybe the gods weren’t so crazy after all. I pulled out of her mouth and she made a little mewling sound in protest. Gripping her biceps, I lifted her and set her down straddling me.

“Ride me, Leigh.”

She wrapped her fingers around me and pressed the head of my dick against her opening. She was so freaking hot and slick that I slid right in and she took me. All of me. She stared at me for about thirty seconds and then she started to move.

Holy. Hell.

When I came, I thought I’d blown the top off my dick. My cum pumped into her as I shuddered beneath her. She was leaning, her hands braced on my chest, her whole body quivering. I wasn’t sure either of us was breathing. I wasn’t capable of it in that moment. I managed two words.

“Fuck, babe.”

Leigh sucked in air, expanding her chest. Her tits were right there so I cupped them, causing her breath to quicken. Her skin was sheened with perspiration and heat radiated from her. Laughing, she climbed off me and flopped onto her back. She smirked at me but managed to look prim at the same time.

“That ought to do it.”

She looked so damn proud. Too fucking cute for words.

 

 

Leigh

I’M NOT A RELIGIOUS person but if that wasn’t Nirvana, there was no such thing. No man should be hung the well, have that kind of staying power and taste so good. I’ve never been a BJ kinda gal but Smoke could have me rethinking that in a heartbeat.

Lying there catching my breath, I pretended to be all cocky and self-assured like I had mind-blowing sex every day. Yeah. Right. I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had several guys in my life and enjoyed the sexy times. But Smoke? He took sex to a whole other level. This was a man who knew what made a woman tick. Boy did he! I remembered to inhale and heard him chuckle.

“You ready for round…” He held up his hand and started counting on his fingers. Not fair. I’d lost count of the climaxes he’d given me.

“No. We’re done. I have work.”

“No. We aren’t done and today is Saturday. You aren’t on the duty roster.”

How did he know that? “How do you know?”

“I called and asked. You aren’t even on call.”

He rolled over on top of me, pushing his hips between my thighs. His cock was still hard! How was that even possible? I winced as it rubbed against my hyper-sensitized clit. He immediately raised his hips, breaking contact.

“Shit, babe. I didn’t stop to think. Are you sore?”

Come to think of it, I was a tad tender down there. Before I could respond, he was up and padding to the bathroom. Poets would write sonnets in praise of his ass. Me? I just wanted to hug it and pet it and call it George. I might even throw in some kisses. He returned with a warm washcloth and very tenderly cleaned me. Though slightly embarrassed, it was still quite erotic but sweet as all get out. I was done for. This guy was all wrong for me but I had no choice in the matter. I’d fallen and fallen hard. And I’d be praying to the God I wasn’t sure existed in that I wasn’t making a horrible mistake.