Valentina could feel the heat coming off him. She desperately wanted him to agree to this being a one-night thing, but he wasn’t saying anything, just getting closer and closer to her. She backed up again, only to find the wall behind her.

“What if I said no?” His voice was a low growl that made her core tighten in anticipation.

She had never been so attracted to a man right off the bat, and when he’d started moving toward her, it sent a nervous thrill through her whole body, tightening her nipples into hard peaks while her heart thudded in her chest. There was nowhere for her to go, not that she really wanted to, and really, what guarantees would making him say the words give them?

He was a few inches taller than her, so when he moved closer to her, he only had to dip his head slightly to kiss her. The problem was, he didn’t actually kiss her. He hovered just above her mouth, making her whole body quiver in anticipation.

“Kiss me,” he said. His voice held that alpha tone again.

She wasn’t used to hearing it from a lover, and something she had thought would turn her off had the opposite effect. Her body blazed with need each time he commanded her like that. Valentina pushed upward slightly, and their lips connected. His stubble scratched against the sensitive skin of her face as their lips moved against one another. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it lightly, sending a spike of desire straight to her core.

Her head rolled back as she let him have what he wanted, and as though he needed no further invitation, his mouth consumed hers. When his body pinned hers to the wall, she felt his cock pressing against her belly, the thick heat of it scorching her skin as she drowned in the sensation of his tongue sweeping into her mouth over and over again.

She kissed him greedily, wanting everything he had to give. When he started rocking against her, his cock pressed even further into her, and little needy sounds began to escape her.

One of his hands came up behind her neck and held her head in place while he devoured her. When she brought her hands up to grab hold of his shoulders, he released her neck and his hands caught her own by the wrists, pushing them up against the wall over her head until he could use one hand to hold both wrists.

His other hand came down and pushed her silk robe out of the way so it could cup one of her breasts, massaging and squeezing while he continued to nip and suck on her lips. She and her jaguar were both in heaven. He was worshiping her body, not just paying attention to it. Every little movement of his hands, his tongue, it was all for her.

“Let’s see if you taste as good as you feel, kitten.” His voice was hoarse and demanding as his lips traveled from her mouth to her neck and down to her breasts and began to lick and suck on her nipples. His tongue swirled over the sensitive buds again and again before he pulled away and blew on them. The sensation of air flowing over the wet skin made her hips buck. When he released her hands, she immediately grabbed on to his shoulders as he began to kiss even lower.

Elijah nipped at her hips while his hands firmly grabbed hold of her butt, his long fingers pushing between her thighs from behind so they just barely skated over her lower lips.

“Spread your legs.” The command made her heart jump around in her chest. She wasn’t usually like this. Usually, she preferred to be in control, to be the one giving orders. It was part of what made her an alpha. But here, in this room, in this moment, she would do almost anything if he commanded her to. Obeying the demand, she stepped wide, as if she was about to do a jumping jack.

He brought a hand around, and his fingers found her core. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned as he slipped first one finger in and then two while his thumb found her clit. The whole world melted away then, and it was just the two of them and the sensations they gave each other.

There was a steady rhythm to the movements of his hand, one that had a climax building inside her from the moment he’d first pushed between her folds. She was starting to move along with it, to ride his fingers as he played with her, when his tongue entered the mix. She couldn’t focus after that. The hard feel of his thumb mixed with the soft wetness of his tongue had her mind reeling.

“You taste like fucking honey.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him as he spoke. A blush crept up her neck and to her cheeks. No one had ever commented on the way she tasted before, and that combined with the erotic image of him kneeling between her legs with her juices glistening on his fingers and his lips was almost too much. When he dipped his head between her legs again, she couldn’t stand it and shut her eyes, reveling in the sensation. Her breath turned ragged, and her hands found her own breasts, squeezing and rolling the nipples so desperate for attention.

When he removed his tongue and his fingers from her core, she looked at him, confusion filling her. He stood and seemed to be waiting for something. She didn’t speak, just drank in the sight of him. His muscular chest had a smattering of dark hairs in the middle that trailed down to his belly button before meeting with the perfectly groomed hair that nestled his cock, which currently jutted proudly out from his body. He had those V lines that, if he were wearing clothes, would disappear into his jeans in a way that would have had her thinking about his manhood, anyway. Strong, powerful thighs gave way to lean calves, and suddenly she was overcome with the desire to pleasure him as he had been doing for her.

She stepped toward him, closing the distance between them before dropping to her knees. His erection visibly throbbed in front of her a second before she took him into her mouth. The soft velvety head sheathed itself between her lips as he groaned in a way that was mostly a growl. She cupped his balls with one hand while the other met with her mouth as she began to move up and down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his head, playing with the ridge and the divide underneath before she licked her way down first one side of his shaft and then the other, returning to suck on the whole thing.

“Stop,” he breathed after a few moments, tension lacing his voice.

She obeyed and sat with her feet tucked under her butt, and her hands resting on her thighs as she watched him.

“Fuck, you almost made me come with just your mouth.” He was breathing heavily and took a staggering step back from her before he recovered himself. “I want you to untie that robe and go sit on the bed.” The command was back in his voice.

Valentina stood and slowly undid the knot she had tied in the robe’s sash earlier, letting the silky floral fabric fall open, not that it had been hiding much at that point. She stood for a moment and let him look before she walked over to the bed, putting some extra sway in her hips for his viewing pleasure. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed.

His hand was wrapped around his cock as if he couldn’t help but touch himself as he watched her. “Open your legs,” he growled.

She did as he commanded, and within seconds, he was kneeling before her again. His mouth attached to one nipple while his hands inched the robe over her shoulders and down her arms, the silk dragging over her skin, creating the sensation that he was touching her in more places than he was capable. Once he was satisfied with the job he had done on her nipples, his mouth returned to the sensitive area between her legs. Her whole body ached for him, to feel him moving inside her.

He started the steady rhythm again with his fingers, thumb, and tongue, only this time, he didn’t stop. He increased the pace. Her moans and gasps of pleasure were becoming more and more strangled as the climax grew within her. His thumb rounded her bud of pleasure once, twice more, and then her whole world shattered around her. Pleasure pounded through her veins, making her toes curl and her fingers grasp at the air as wave after wave of her orgasm crested over her body.

When she returned to earth, she found Elijah smiling down at her.

“I’m going to give you what you need and what I want,” he growled as he nipped her earlobe.

With those few words, her body clenched all over again, her core becoming slick with her need. Before she could register what was happening, Elijah had picked her up and tossed her through the air so she landed in the very center of the bed. A burst of giggles erupted out of her. She had never been treated like that before, let alone by a lover. The giggles died soon after, though, as she looked across the bed and saw him slowly stalking toward her across the comforter.

He was on top of her moments later, and just as she expected him to nudge at her opening, he paused. “Tell me you want this.”

There was no command or growl in his voice, just a completely human desire to know that she wanted him as much as he so clearly wanted her. A hoarse whisper escaped her, which if he hadn’t been right next to her ear already, he probably wouldn’t have heard. “I want you.”

His mouth descended on her then, sucking and nibbling a line down her neck to where it connected with her collarbone, sending shivers of electricity through her. The trail of kisses didn’t stop there, though. He kept going right down to her nipples, laving them and sucking on them once more until they were painfully hard peaks.

Just as the head of his cock rubbed against her, eliciting a moan of impatient desire from her, he froze. “Condom?”

“Shifters don’t get diseases, and I’m on birth control.” She said the words as fast as possible. She needed him inside her, filling her. If she didn’t get that soon, she was sure she’d go insane.

“Oh, thank God.” He sighed his relief, and his hips ground against her own as his cock pushed against her folds. He inched in painfully slowly, and it was making her crazy, but judging by the look on his face, that was exactly what he wanted. Slowly, he slid all the way in, pushing until his hips met hers, and he groaned. It was a purely masculine, purely alpha thing, and it turned her on like nothing else. “Fuck, you’re so tight, kitten.”

He eased out of her a moment later, only to repeat the process a tiny bit faster. When he pulled out again, she became impatient. Slow and steady wasn’t her game, oh no. She preferred rough and tumble sex, so as he started to push back into her, she thrust her hips up to meet his, sheathing him completely in one go, and then it was her turn to groan.

Elijah leaned down and bit on her nipple, just enough to make her gasp, before he said, “I set the pace when I’m on top.” It came out as a half growl, half command, and then he added, “But now that I know what you like, kitten, I’ll be sure to give it to you.”

The words had barely left his mouth before his hands grasped her ankles and pulled her legs up in the air, lifting her butt ever so slightly off the bed. Then he really began to move. The slow easing in and out was done. Now it was pounding, ball-slapping sex, which was much more her style. The rhythm he set was almost vicious in its pacing. She couldn’t even catch her breath enough to scream. Pleasure was racing along every vein, every nerve, to the point that it felt as though her body was a beacon for it, and she was absorbing all the pleasure around her.

Her body was bouncing off the bed with his thrusts, her breasts rocking back and forth frantically as if they were on a stormy sea instead of a mattress. Then he pulled out. She started to protest, but he just rolled her over and pulled her ass up into the air, sliding into her from behind. This time, she did scream, right into the mattress. It was her favorite position, and with a cock like his, it was going to be a challenge.

She widened her legs as she was used to other lovers wanting, but he slapped her ass, hard, and pushed her knees together before he began picking up the pace once more. Valentina could feel her ass slapping against him as he pounded into her over and over again. His hand fisted some of her hair and pulled her face out of the comforter so her moans and screams rang out.

After a moment, he pulled her hair again so she lifted off the bed, and he wrapped his other arm around first one of her arms and then the other, pinning them behind her back while he thrust into her. She was completely at his mercy, and she loved it. His other hand let go of her hair, now that she was where he wanted her, and moved around to settle at the base of her throat.

It should have scared her, made her uneasy, but her jaguar trusted him and was enjoying the ride, so she trusted him too. Slowly, giving her ample time to object, he moved his hand up to her throat, pushing her head back so it rested against his shoulder as he held her there and brutally thrust into her. This was the kind of sex she craved but never admitted to wanting. Her whole body was his toy, and she’d happily go along with whatever game he wanted if it meant more of the same kind of sex.

His hand left her throat and sought out her clit, his fingers barely even moving over it before the orgasm was building. She could tell he was struggling to keep control, because his thrusts were losing the steady rhythm they’d had up until that point. As she leaned against him, she let go of any pretense she had about coming all over his cock. It was going to happen. Her body was clenching, and a tingling sensation was building within her, as a tsunami sucking the ocean back from the shore before it made landfall. What happened next was inescapable.

As Elijah’s rhythm became more uneven, he thrust into her harder than ever before. His fingers swirled in circles around her bundle of nerves, and within moments, the orgasm that had been building was rushing through her. A growl ripped from her throat as her whole body pulsed with pleasure. A second later, she heard his grunt followed by his own growl as his cock pulsed inside her.

They were both sticky, sweaty messes when they collapsed onto the bed. Valentina struggled to catch her breath as the intensity of what had just happened caught up with her. She had never experienced anything like that, never had an orgasm like that. Elijah was panting equally hard next to her as she looked over.

“Hey.” He smiled lazily at her, his voice more hoarse than husky.

“Hey, yourself,” she said, her head lolling to the side as she drank him in. The sweat on his skin glistened in the light, and she couldn’t help but feel proud of how hard he had just worked to bring her pleasure. He had given her something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. The feeling of being desired, of being a queen rather than just a jaguar.

“That okay?” he rasped out between breaths.

“Didn’t you hear me screaming like a banshee?” She chuckled. The words sank in, though, and she realized the rest of the pack must have heard them, too. Her bedroom was the biggest and on one end of the house, but there was nothing quiet about what they just did. Oh well. It was done now, and for once, her body and mind were completely at ease, too drunk on pleasure to have anything other than random thoughts running through her head. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Are you kidding me, kitten? That was fucking amazing.” He sighed, his body relaxing and preparing to shut down.

“Kitten, huh?”

“What? You don’t like it?”

“It can’t leave this room,” she warned him. The last thing she needed was the pack picking up on it and deciding that the nickname worked. “Clear?”