Chapter Twenty-Three
Ethan stared up Piper’s body, taking in every curve, every dip and valley. She had to be the sexiest woman ever built.
With her eyes covered and her lips swollen from his kisses, she gasped, “I want you inside me.”
Her words kicked him in the gut with enough force that he came a little.
A howl trapped in his throat, so close was he to shifting.
Grateful that she couldn’t see what he knew to be present in his eyes, Ethan leaned in and closed his lips over Piper’s wet pussy.
She cried out the second he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth.
Gripping her left thigh, he draped it over his shoulder, and brought his hands around to her ass.
Ethan pulled her tightly against his face, held the suction he had on her clit, and swirled his tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves.
Piper went wild, rocking her hips in time with his ever-moving tongue. The cry that ripped from her throat was probably heard down the street.
Ethan didn’t slow, he held her in place, lashing her again and again until the evidence of her release saturated his tongue.
He noticed that her leg shook as he unhooked it from around his neck and set her foot on the floor.
Slowly rising to his feet, Ethan cupped her mound in his hand and brought his lips to hers. “Taste yourself, Piper.”
He closed his mouth over hers, glorying in the moan vibrating from deep within her. Or had it come from him? He wasn’t sure anymore.
She abruptly sucked his tongue into her mouth, and Ethan lost it.
“Fuck,” he snarled, gripping her ass. He jerked her feet off the floor and impaled her, thrusting balls-deep into her hot, wet pussy.
Ethan had never felt anything as incredible as being inside Piper. She was everything he wanted, everything he needed. She was warm. She was heaven…she was his.
Slowing his thrusts, Ethan lifted her higher against him, rocking into her with long, calculated strokes. “You belong to me, Piper.”
She moaned in his ear, straining against him.
“Say it,” he demanded, rolling his hips.
Another moan slipped past her lips. “Yes.”
Ethan ground against her, pulled back, and sank into her once more. “Say you fucking belong to me. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “Ethan, please!”
Her words drove Ethan over the edge. He flexed his hips and pistoned into her with the power only a shifter could wield.
Every sexy sound that passed her lips drove Ethan further toward the abyss.
Piper screamed, her body seizing with the power of her orgasm.
Ethan couldn’t hold back a moment longer. His head jerked back, and a roar burst from his chest to drown out Piper’s cries of pleasure.
His release exploded from him, staggering in its intensity.
Unable to gain control, Ethan pulled from Piper’s body and stumbled back a few steps.
The hair on his arms had grown, and his nails were extended into claws.
He staggered over to the dresser and took a look at his face.
The eerie glow of his eyes stared back at him in horror. He peeled his lips back to reveal the beginning of descending teeth.
“Ethan?” Piper whispered, her head turning to the side. Thank God, the blindfold held.
Covering his face with his hands, Ethan squeezed his eyes shut and took several calming breaths, willing his wolf to heel.
“Are you okay?” The catch in Piper’s wasn’t lost on him.
“Just getting something to clean you up with,” he responded, the growl in his voice still prominent.
He cleared his throat and hurried into Piper’s bathroom to wet a washcloth.
Returning to her side, he freed her wrists from the bedposts and removed her blindfold.
She stood before him in all her beautiful glory, looking for all the world like a woman well loved.
A smile touched her swollen lips. “I could get used to that.”
So could he, Ethan thought, pulling her in for another kiss.
“Shower with me?” she murmured once the kiss ended.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
* * * *
Ethan awoke before daylight the next morning to the sound of Piper’s even breathing.
He glanced down at her head lying on his chest and smiled into the darkness.
They’d made love several times during the night, including in the shower. And each time, Ethan had to fight his wolf from emerging.
Was it always going to be that way with Piper? If so, how long before she saw him for what he truly was?
Ethan couldn’t tell her about his shifter blood. He couldn’t risk her leaving him. Or worse, fearing him.
He did, however, need to figure out a way to keep her safe until he could rid the world of the Fosters. He doubted she would agree to stay with him. Piper Hollister had an independent streak a mile wide.
His phone buzzed from the nightstand.
Easing out from under Piper’s head, Ethan plucked up his cell and checked his messages.
He had one unread text from Billy. I sent the boys home since you were obviously staying the night at Miss. Hollister’s. Want me to have them back out there this evening?
Yes, Ethan sent back before rolling to his feet. He gathered up his clothes and dressed as silently as possible.
Grabbing a pen and a piece of paper from Piper’s dresser, he scrawled her a note. Good morning, beautiful. Dinner tonight?
Ethan laid the piece of paper on his pillow and quietly made his way down the stairs.
Disengaging the locks, he eased the door open and locked it behind him.
Once seated in his car, Ethan took one last look at the quaint two-story house where his mate slept, smiled, and drove toward home.