Fated For The Wolf: A Fertile Shapeshifter Romance (Werewolf's Harem Series Book 6) (5 page)

Forcing himself to release her lips, Elijah reared back and stared down into her luminous eyes.

“Ivy,” he uttered, his accent thickening as his desire for her raged, testing his control. “If ye want to wait, tell me now. I can court ye proper, and I will. But if we go further down this road now, I don’ know that I’ll be able to turn back—”

A smile teased Ivy’s lips as she rose from the couch. For a moment, he thought she would pull away, and Elijah’s heart faltered for a beat.

She cocked her head and considered him for a moment, giving him time to notice the rosy pink blush that lit her cheeks, the plump dampness of her lips, the growing scent of desire that rolled off her in waves.

This female wanted him as much as he did her, there was no denying that fact.

“I don’t have time for a
proper courting
,” she said, teasingly imitating his burr. “I think you’re very handsome, Elijah, and my wolf adores you. So…”

Ivy looked him right in the eye as reached behind herself, her body flexing in a sultry sway that hinted at her fantastic curves. She unzipped her skirt, exposing creamy bare skin and sheer white lace panties as she pushed the tight blue fabric down her hips.

The skirt hit the floor at her feet and she kicked it away, never breaking from his gaze. Drawing her white top up and over her head, she cast it aside, giving him an eyeful.

Her high, full breasts shifted with each breath, tantalizing him. Her hips and ass were nicely rounded, perfect for his big hands. All that beautiful, smoothly tanned skin, marked only by her lacy bra and panties… she shook him to his core.

“Ivy,” he breathed, coming to his feet. He toed off his shoes, leaving them by the couch.

He crossed the space between them in two big steps, halting just inches from Ivy. This close, he could see that she trembled, some mixture of nerves and desire. She tilted her head back to look at him, the silky curtain of her blonde hair spilling down her shoulders and back. Her eyes gleamed, promising that she felt more lust than fear, and the hopeful expression on her face did him in.

His hands found the curves of her hips, fingers pressing into her warm, soft flesh. Elijah pulled Ivy flush against his body, relishing the contrast of her body against his. She was so delicate and warm and small, making him feel even taller and stronger, rousing a fiercely protective instinct in him.

He kissed her again. This time it was no gentle exploration, but a greedy and insistent need to taste, to feel her innermost warmth against every inch of his body.

Her taste was sweet, her scent driving him mad, and touching her hips wasn’t nearly enough. He brought his hands up to slide her bra straps down her shoulders, giving the whole garment a rough shove down until he freed the bountiful globes from their restraint.

Her breasts were perfect, more than filling his hands as he shaped them, testing their weight. His thumbs brushed the rosy velvet tips, his mouth watering when her nipples pebbled under his touch.

He tried to bend down to capture one soft peak in his mouth, but found the object of his desire out of his reach. Ivy gave a soft chuckle at his frustrated huff of breath. Her mirth was cut short when Elijah hauled her up onto his body, forcing her to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing her hard as he moved them toward the master bedroom.

Chapter Four

When Elijah swept her off her feet and barreled toward her bedroom, Ivy thought her heart might actually stop. She slid her arms around his tautly muscled shoulders, sighing at the sensation of being carried. Carried away, even.

One of his big hands against her lower back held her tight against his erection, his size and obvious need for her making Ivy feel sexier than she’d ever imagined.

Elijah kissed her, stealing the breath from her lungs as she clung to him, feeling every bit as desperate to reach the bedroom as he seemed. He carried her through the doorway, tumbling her onto the white-clad bed. Elijah’s body came down onto hers, his cock pressing thickly against her sex, his lips working against her own, and she groaned with the rightness of it all.

The feel of his five o’clock shadow against the sensitive skin at her neck, the nip of his teeth on her too-sensitive breast, the way he ground his erection against her damp core in slow thrusts, the feel of his work-roughened palms on her shoulders, her breasts, her hips…

Ivy writhed, working her hips against his body in an insistent rhythm, the flames of need burning high inside her, threatening to consume her if she didn’t have more of Elijah.

Her lips found the tender skin of his earlobe, and he paused for a moment to groan with pleasure. She scrabbled with the hem of his white t-shirt, carelessly ripping it as she pulled it up over his head. Her tongue traced the fine arc of his ear, dipped inside briefly before she moved to his neck, the salty musk of his skin making her moan.

She kissed his lips again, pulling back for a moment and admiring the rippling muscle of his torso. His shoulders, arms, and chest were sculpted from gloriously tanned stone, hard and hot under her hands.

Her fingers sought his waistband, unbuckling his belt and popping a button from his jeans in her greedy haste to touch him. She paused for the barest second when she realized that he wore nothing under his pants, an unexpected pleasure. He chuckled against her lips at her reaction, but the sound was cut short when she reached down and curled her fingers around the thick heat of his erection.

He groaned and thrust into her hand, the broad crown of his cock hitting her belly. She released him to push at his jeans, heedless of her nails catching the bared skin at his hips as she undressed him. Elijah helped her, rising for a moment to strip away his pants.

When he returned she reached for him again, but he gave her a knowing smirk and dropped lower, resting his chest on her stomach. He brushed his stubbled chin against the curve of her breast, teasing. When she arched her back in demand he kissed and nipped the flesh around her nipple, drawing out the anticipation.

Wet heat pooled between her thighs as he teased her. When he scraped his teeth over her aching nipple at last, Ivy cried out as a lash of electric current shot from her breast straight down to her clit.

“Elijah, please,” she gasped, her fingers plucking at the tie that held his wavy hair in place. It sprang free, a dark reddish-brown, surprisingly silky as she plunged her fingers into it to hold him in place. As he kissed her breast, his hands stripped her panties from her hips.

The damp warmth of his lips was killing her, each swipe of his tongue a torment. She ached for him, burned for him. When his fingers found the lips of her sex she thought she might cum right then and there.

“Yer so wet for me,” Elijah marveled. His kisses trailed down her ribs as two fingers dipped into her cleft, stroking from her throbbing clit to her tight entrance.

Ivy grew desperate. If she let him, he’d tease her for hours, but she needed more than that. She’d waited so long to be touched, and now she needed every bit of Elijah. She pushed at his shoulders, not satisfied with half-measures, ready for everything he had to give.

“I want to taste you,” he rumbled, a single fingertip sliding into the her slick channel, testing.

“Next time. I can’t wait anymore,” she pleaded, tightening her fingers in his hair and pulling him up to her mouth for another kiss.

He came willingly, laying the muscular length of his body over hers. Ivy cradled him with her body, wrapping her legs around his hips, feeling the steel heat of his cock against her wet, achy lips.

“Ach, Ivy,” Elijah said, looking down at her. He slid a calloused palm from her knee to her hip, making her groan with want. Pulling back a few inches, he grasped his cock and guided the broad tip up and down her slit, gathering her wetness.

“Yes, Elijah, yes,” she insisted, bracing her hands on his shoulders, her fingertips digging into his skin.

Elijah rested one hand on her knee, spreading her wide before him, watching intently as he pushed the thick length of his cock into her body in one slow thrust.

Ivy cried out and arched her hips into his, feeling her tight channel stretching to take him. She felt him shudder, the muscles in his back rippling as he withdrew and gave another slow, measured thrust. His control was impressive, but Ivy didn’t want that from him.

“Fuck me, Elijah,” she demanded. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel you cum in me.”

Elijah’s gaze snapped up at hers, a wicked glint telling her she’d said just the right words. His lips lifted in a brief smile as he changed his position, wrapping his hands around her hips and angling her body to his liking.

He withdrew and filled her with a single thrust, hard and deep, so perfect that it made her gasp.

“Like this, darlin’?” Elijah asked, watching her with an almost predatory gaze.

“Yes,” she said. “More, Elijah.”

He grinned and thrust again, and then again. He filled her completely, as deep as she’d ever been filled, and Ivy could feel her body tensing, her hips flooding with the warmth that preceded an orgasm.

Elijah angled her hips just a bit higher as he began to fuck her in earnest, biting his lip as he filled her with deep, hard, fast thrusts.

“God, ye feel so good. So fucking tight. So wet for me, Ivy,” Elijah said. “I’m going to wait as long as I can, but you feel too good. All I can think about is cumming in your tight little pussy.”

Ivy gasped, loving his dirty talk, rocking her hips hard against his. She was getting so hot, coming so close to the edge now. She watched Elijah move, in awe of his presence and his incredible body, loving the way he angled her hips to hit every sensitive spot inside her body.

“Touch your tits for me, Ivy,” Elijah told her, his eyes fastened on the bounce of her breasts as he pounded into her body.

When she cupped and squeezed her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples, Elijah surprised her by pressing a hand over her mound. His thick thumb found her clit and swirled around it. Ivy cried out at his touch, balancing on the knife’s edge of pleasure.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped. Elijah kept up his relentless thrusts, his thumb making waves of pleasure burst from her clit, the teasing pinch of her own fingers on her nipples pushing her over the edge.

She shattered with a shout, her channel clenching and pulsing as she writhed against Elijah’s cock and thumb. He didn’t slow for a moment.

His hands came up to her knees, pressing them up and closed, tightening her pussy around his cock. He released a deep breath, groaning and closing his eyes as he fucked her harder and harder.

Ivy met his every thrust, eager to feel his climax deep inside her body.

“God, yes,” he said. “You feel so fucking good, darlin’. God, I can’t last.”

“Yes, Elijah,” she panted. “Cum in me, cum in me hard!”

Ivy felt his cock twitch deep inside her body. He pumped into her as the first spasm took him, a growl ripping from his chest as he came. She felt the first spurt of his hot release as he plunged deep, growling as he pulsed his seed into her body.

“Yes!” she cried, raking her nails over his back, pulling at his hips as he thrust into her over and over, groaning as he emptied every last drop of cum into her tight pussy.

Elijah finally slowed and stopped, panting for breath. He collapsed onto his side, sparing her his weight but pulling her into his arms. Ivy struggled to catch her breath, savoring the blissful aftershocks of her orgasm and the comfort of Elijah’s hard body next to hers.

For a long time they lay like that, drifting back to Earth, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together in silence. After what felt like ages, Elijah finally spoke.

“I suppose I was right,” he said.

Ivy peered up at him, confused.

“About what?” she asked.

“Our chemistry. I said we’d suit. I think we had a successful first test of chemistry.”

His cocky grin was too much, and Ivy laughed.

“You’re satisfied, then? You’ve had enough?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know if there’s any such thing as having enough of you. We’ll have to keep testing our chemistry. For science, you know.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her, and Ivy couldn’t help but grin. Elijah was such a big, serious man, and it was a nice surprise to find that he had a decent sense of humor.

“Oh, is that right?” she giggled. “I figure you’re out of commission for a bit, here.”

That cocky grin returned, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Maybe about ten minutes, darlin’.”

Ivy’s jaw dropped.

“Ten… ten minutes?” she squeaked.

“Aye,” he said. Grabbing her hand, he guided her fingers to his cock. Ivy was shocked to find that he was already growing hard again, his considerable length and girth swelling under her touch.

“How…” Ivy flushed, unsure how to even finish her sentence.

“Don’t look so surprised, darlin’. You’ll hurt me feelings. Besides, I heard that you wanted a baby, and I intend to give it to ye. Tonight, if I can.”

Elijah kissed her then, and Ivy sighed with wonder. Not only was Elijah going to give her the family she so desperately wanted, but it seemed that she was going to be pleasured for every minute of the experience as well.