Chapter Ten
“Damn it to hell,” Cliff snarled, pulling back.
Serafina came running up, chasing Dax and Roger. “Oh no,” she laughed. “Oh no.” She doubled over, laughing so hard she was shrieking.
“Think this is funny? I may not send your brothers away, but military school’s still an option for you,” Cliff said furiously to Serafina.
Taylor blushed. “Ahem,” she said.
“We wanted you to read us a story,” Roger said to Taylor. “Our mother used to read us bedtime stories. And give us hundred dollar bills,” he added hopefully. “Every night.”
Dax kicked him. “She did not do either of those things.”
“Did so!” Roger shouted, and he looked as if he were about to cry.
Knowing how much their parents had neglected them, Taylor felt an ache in her chest, and a surge of protectiveness. She quickly stepped between the two quarreling boys.
“Why are you so obsessed with hundred dollar bills?” Taylor asked Roger.
“Because I’ve never seen one before, and I want to know what they look like. Do you know how much chocolate I could buy with a hundred dollar bill?”
“I can only imagine.” She glanced at Cliff, who looked as if he were about to explode. Under other circumstances, she would have sat there and read to them all night. She’d read to them as much as they wanted tomorrow, she thought to herself. Right now, Cliff needed her. And the feeling was mutual – her palms were still damp and her pulse tripping, and she could still feel a ghost of the pressure of his body against hers.
“All right, here’s the deal. I will read you one bedtime story, and then you have to go straight to bed. And don’t get up until morning. Deal?”
“Does that mean we get to make a counter-offer?” Roger asked.
“Nope. I am the adult and you are the children. This is not a democracy,” Taylor informed him as they marched back towards the house.
“Grownups always say that,” Dax complained.
Cliff walked by her side, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated from his chest.
“Read fast,” he muttered to her as Serafina led her to the twins’ room. It was connected to Serafina’s, with wonderful twin beds built to look like a fort.
After she’d read the story, she headed back to Cliff’s bedroom.
He was pacing back and forth.
“Don’t make me wait like that again!” he snapped when she came in. Then he groaned. “Sorry. Sorry. Wolfus interruptus. I want you so badly it hurts.”
“It’s probably good for you not to get what you want all the time,” she said.
Cliff yanked his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, eyes fixed on hers as he stalked towards her, hands going to his belt buckle.
“And Carol – that’s Chantelle’s mom – says you should never give it up on a first date…” Her voice was breathy.
Cliff yanked down his pants and kicked off his shoes, then reached out for her, totally naked now. His cock was thick and fully erect, jutting proudly from a tangle of dark, curly hair.
“Not that we’ve actually had a first d—”
He hooked her knee over his hip so her damp core was pressed against his throbbing cock, and he tumbled her back onto the bed.
She squirmed underneath him, and the intimate friction between their bodies was enough to make her moan. He stifled the sound with his mouth, lapping and nipping at her lips before playing his tongue against hers, flicking and teasing.
His hands were busy on the buttons of her blouse, rough and impatient, and it briefly crossed her mind that this whole werewolf deal was going to cost a fortune in clothes before the thought was snatched away along with the fistful of fabric. Her bra followed.
For a moment, Taylor crossed her arms over her body, self-conscious about the soft curves of her flesh, but Cliff drew her hands away, and he didn’t have to say a word. The appreciation in his eyes was like a possessive touch on her skin. She shuddered with desire and her nipples tightened into tiny pink-brown buds.
Cliff lowered his head to taste one of the tender tips, cupping the creamy mound of her breast in his palm to guide it to the wet heat of his mouth. Taylor gasped and let her eyes flutter closed as a shock of sensation bolted straight to her core. Her hands settled on his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle, and lust roared through her, Cliff’s hot breath and the clever flicker of his tongue like soft flames on her skin.
He sucked on one nipple then the other, moving down to kiss the soft slope of her belly, skimming her pants and panties down her legs and kissing his way back up her thighs. The stubble on his jaw abraded the sensitive flesh, and she drew in a shuddery breath. He smoothed his big, strong hands down her thighs, drawing them apart, then used his thumbs to part the slippery, swollen lips of her sex. She clenched with anticipation and need, squirming beneath his touch, then her breath caught in her throat as he slowly licked her, drawing his tongue between her lips to tickle the throbbing bud of her clit.
Taylor arched off the bed, pressing against his mouth, a desperate moan of arousal escaping her as he flicked harder with his tongue. His hands on her hips pressed her back into the mattress, holding her in place so he could torture her with a rough, rhythmic motion of his tongue that had her gasping incoherent encouragement. With each stroke, the sweet, heavy sensation building between her thighs felt more unbearably wonderful.
With his face buried between her trembling thighs, Cliff probed with his fingers, seeking out her entrance so he could slide a firm digit into her slick, clenching channel. She moaned and gasped, head thrashing on the pillow as he slid the finger in and out in counterpoint to the rhythm of his tongue. And when she was quivering on the very edge of orgasm, he added a second finger, pushing deep then curling his fingers as he withdraw to graze her G-spot with his fingertips.
She came apart, grinding her pelvis against his face as he continued to lick and suck. The scrape of his stubble on her inner thighs and the wet thrust of his fingers in her clenching cunt combined with the bliss swirling through her core, and she called out hoarsely, helplessly.
As the spasms peaked, then ebbed into sweet little flutters, he moved up her body and brushed damp hair from her brow, leaning down to kiss her. His lips tasted of her pussy.
She was still breathless and shaky with passion as he guided the blunt head of his cock to her entrance and pushed inside inch by inch, working his hips in shallow, controlled thrusts. As he rolled his hips, he held her gaze with his, and when he was all the way inside her, he dropped his forehead against hers, resting there for a moment as he drew in slow, shuddering breaths.
He slid his hands behind her thighs and pushed deeper still, then withdrew before plunging back inside again, moaning when Taylor ran her fingernails down his sweat-damp spine. He picked up the pace as she urged him on, fucking her hard and thoroughly, groaning her name between frantic kisses and feverish moans. Their bodies moved together in a driving rhythm, breath mingling, his mouth on her breast, her tongue on his salty skin.
She could feel his cock getting harder inside her with every flex of his hips, and she rolled her pelvis to meet his movements, wanting him as far inside her as it was possible for him to be. She hooked one arm behind his neck, holding him close, and with her other hand she grasped at his buttocks, urging him to thrust further and harder.
Sweat sheened his golden skin, and his chest was slippery where it slid against her breasts. The sparse, dark curls abraded her nipples, and all at once she was coming again – a blinding flash of climax that had her gasping and swearing, thrashing and moaning as she clenched around his driving cock.
Her hoarse cries were the last sweet stimulus Cliff needed, and he shuddered and groaned as he found his release inside her.
They stayed locked together for a long time, breathing hard, giving little gasps of pleasure with each dwindling twitch and spasm, their sweat cooling on their skin. Spent.