Chelsey sat on the edge of the bed in the dimly lit hotel room. She tried to think of something to say once the sexy shifter came back. He’d led them to a five-star hotel on the edge of town and secured the room. The units weren’t cheap. Chelsey knew this because her mom got pedicures in one of the salons right next to the hotel whenever she was in town.

The door rattled and he ventured back inside holding a tiny aluminum bucket with a bottle of champagne inside of it. He set it down on the nightstand and advanced toward her like a hungry wolf.

God, he smelled good. Like a mix of cologne, male, and some other spicy aroma she couldn’t identify. He tested the distance slowly before he laced his fingers with her hair. His palm ended up against her cheeks. Surprisingly, his skin was soft and she pressed her face into it.

“I’m going to make your body feel good, Princess,” he rasped just before grasping the back of her neck and bringing his lips down to hers, kissing her deeply.

Even the stilettos didn’t bring her level to his height. He had to have been close to six feet, four inches tall. Chelsey lifted herself up on her toes to get a better angle. Hell, he even tasted good and soon the heated blood in her veins turned into pure lust and determination. Her panties were already wet by the time his hands reached her ass where he kneaded her flesh softly.

He led her back awkwardly, past the bed, until her back hit the wall. Their lips parted and his mouth landed on her neck and he kissed her throat.

Chelsey’s breaths came in uneasy pants. She supposed it was a combination of the excitement of meeting a stranger who she was definitely attracted to and actually following through with her promise to herself. To find a man that would please her thoroughly in bed. She was already off to a good start. Right then and there, she resolved to let go of her reservations, be herself, and demand what she wanted.

She trembled as his knee made its way between her legs. Her sex rested over his thighs and she was certain the wetness had soaked through her panties. His lips nipped hers over and over gently and both of his hands were everywhere. On her ass, thighs, and neck. All of his attention was focused on her, as it should’ve been.

Chelsey grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged the tail end out from his jeans. She pressed her fingers against his rock hard abs, and then led them down to his bulge. He was so thick and hard that she nearly came undone touching him.

“You’re sexy as fuck and you smell so wickedly good,” he whispered against her throat.

Pure excitement pulsed between her legs. She wanted to be fucked right then.

He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it down. He loosened his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. Before she could get a good look at what she knew was the biggest cock, she’d ever encountered he pushed her skirt up, grabbed her about the waist, and pressed her body up against the wall full force. He was hot against her, his mouth roaming over her lips in the most sensual dance that she’d ever experienced. His palms slid up between her top and stroked her breasts. She had more than enough to fill his big hands. He moaned in satisfaction, pulled her top over her head and then tossed it down with his shirt.

“Jesus,” he exclaimed, getting an eyeful. “Fuck yeah.”

He leaned in and pulled one taut bud between his lips. He alternated between both breasts, sucking them in and then flicking them gently with his expert tongue. He used the same amount of urgency kissed her breasts as he did with her mouth. Her back was firm against the wall and her knees became weak as tension built up within her core. His six o’ clock stubble brushed against her skin and against her firm nipples. With every suck, a wave of passion licked through her.

Chelsey had never experienced an orgasm from a man sucking her nipples, but sure enough, a shower of ecstasy poured through her and her pussy clenched and grew wetter. Her body trembled lightly against the wall when he blew warm air onto her areola.

“Oh…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Princess?” he asked, rising again to kiss her neck and collarbone again.

He slid his hands between her legs and his fingers found their way between the seat of her panties and her pussy. He pushed his fingers between her wet folds. Her thighs shook as he explored her sensitive sex and gently stroked her clit.

This was torture and ecstasy all rolled into one. He knew his way around a woman’s body and he wasn’t shy about letting her know that. He drove two big fingers up into her and her tight canal milked his digits.

“You aren’t anywhere near ready, Princess. You’re fucking tight,” he murmured against her chest, pumping into her slickness.

The sexy stranger went down on his knees, kissing along the insides of her thighs, taking her panties down her legs with him. Before Chelsey could protest, he removed her stilettos and sat them off to the side. He took one of her feet and propped it on the edge of a chair.

As he pressed his lips to her sex he groaned—no, growled—into it. Her legs nearly gave out from under her. He licked up and down the full length of her slit like it was the last course and only course of a meal. His moans of pleasure turned her on so much. He grabbed her hips and drove his tongue into her tightness over and over again. His finger took over where his tongue had once plundered and he flicked zealously at her needy clit. There was no use trying to hold her screams of passion inside. The urges were just too intense.

Chelsey gripped the back of his head, welcoming his expert tongue with vehement need. Her mind flooded with incoherent nonsense, her vision became clouded, and her body began to quiver uncontrollably. She moaned aloud as an orgasm so great hit her, the force of it rocked her very core. The sexy mouth between her legs licked until the last remnants of her climax had faded away.

He set her leg down and then rose to kiss her during the aftermath. “Do you taste how sweet you are?”

“Fuck me now,” she whispered against his lips.

“Someone is a little impatient, aren’t we?” he teased.

His cock had escaped his waistband and was so large that it brushed against her.

“Please, do it now. I can’t stand it.” What had this stranger done to her?

“I love when a woman knows what she wants. Don’t worry. I know just what you need.”

He picked her up in his arms and in three long strides reached the oversized bed. He dropped her onto it, pushed his pants down, and came over her on the bed.

She pointed to the purse lying in the middle of the bed. “I have a condom in my purse.”

“If you insist, Princess, but I don’t carry disease.”

“But I’m not on anything.” She grabbed her purse and handed him a condom. He took it out of the package and rolled it down over his thick cock. She almost thought it wouldn’t fit as he struggled to roll it down to the hilt.

“This will do for one round,” he said. “But I hope you brought more.”

“More…?” she whispered.

He grinned. “Yes, Princess. I’m going to fuck you all night long.”

Without another word, his hard cock slid down against her clit until it slipped past her folds to finally sink in about two inches deep. He dropped the full force of his weight between her thighs, shoving her legs apart even more.

Chelsey let out a strained cry of pleasure when he drove the entire length of his cock into her sex. She felt completely impaled to the bed. Massive jolts of pleasure pulsed through her as he began to rock back and forth within her. She clenched her teeth and dug her nails into his back while they adjusted to each other’s size.

“Ah, fuck yeah,” he groaned, pulling all the way out of her and then thrusting forward into her again hard.

She screamed. He cupped her ass and stroked in and out of her with concentrated thrusts. When her muscles relaxed she joined him in rhythm, opening herself up to him and pushing her hips forward. He pummeled himself into her until she came undone again beneath him. Only this time, it wasn’t his tongue that brought her to orgasm. His hard shaft brushed against her swollen clit and sent her into a climax. No man had ever fucked her to climax. This man, this sexy shifter, would be the first.

Moments later, his muscles tensed and he exploded, grunting in pure satisfaction. Something hot pulsed up into her. If she wasn’t mistaken, that was an indication that maybe the condom had broken. Her body was pure putty and her mind was too gone to think on it now. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes as his semen coated her insides, taking her on the strongest sexual high ever.

He rested his forehead against hers, breathing against her neck as they both came down from the orgasm. When his cock slipped out, so did remnants of his seed. He rolled off of her and peeled off what was left of the rubber.

“Human condoms and shifters don’t normally mix,” he said.

“Oh my God…” she breathed, although she could barely manage a sentence after having the best sex of her life.

“Don’t worry. You’re not all that fertile today. Likelihood of you getting pregnant tonight is slim to none.”

“What? So, you can detect when I’m fertile?”

He nodded. “The majority of shifters can. It’s normal.”

“Unbelievable,” she mumbled.

“Just think back on when you last ovulated and do the math.”

Chelsey laughed. “My mind is too messed up right now to do math. I’ll take your word for it.”

“Was it good? Did I meet your expectations?” he asked, turning over on his side and grinning at her.

“Yes,” she blushed. The absolute best.

“That was just a warm-up, Princess. This wolf ain’t done with you yet.”