Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) (11 page)

Damn.

“Because,” he rasped, fighting for control.

“Why?” That was a purr, like she knew what she was doing to him.

Pain in the ass.

“Because,” he eased her hand from his cock and if his cock had a mouth, it would have whimpered. “The first time I come is gonna be in your pussy while you have my fangs in your shoulder. I’ll claim you. But I’m not in any condition to do that. And since my dick doesn’t get its way, my mouth gets what it wants.”

“What about what I want?” She raised her eyebrows and he could practically see her gathering her indignation.

“My mouth wants to be on your pussy. How does your pussy feel about that?”

“Oh,” her breath caught and the musky scent of her arousal drifted around him. “My pussy wants that.”

Oh, Evelyn’s pussy so wanted that. Of course, she was also self-conscious about all her curviness on his mouth like that. Not that she didn’t like her shape, but her ass was big and his face and all
that
on
him
and…

And nothing. Nothing because she found herself lifted, his strong arms flexing as he forced her to straddle him, her wet pussy pressed to his stomach, which pulled a moan right past his lips.

“No panties?”

She shook her head and prayed he’d make that sound again. The vibrations from the sound traveled right to her clit in a very magical way. “I didn’t have the strength. I barely got into your shirt.”

His shirt that she’d refused to release once she’d found it. Her ass needed to be covered? Fine. It’d be with Reid’s clothes.

“Good,” he grunted. “Keeps me from having to tear your clothes apart.”

“You would have—” He grasped the hem of the t-shirt and yanked, splitting it from bottom to neck. “Yes, you would have.”

“Hell, yeah.” His large hands slid along her thighs and then came to rest on her hips, fingers squeezing and kneading her flesh. “Now, take off that shirt and move my pussy up here.”

She quirked a brow. “Your pussy?”

“Yup, it’s all mine and the second I can fuck you like you deserve, I’ll cover you in my scent so everyone else will know it, too.”

She was listening, really, but his thumbs drew small circles over her hipbones and those tiny rotations slowly eased toward her mound. The closer he drew, the hotter she got. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart and her pussy quivered—
quivered
—in anticipation. She knew she wouldn’t get his cock, but his mouth was a wonderful consolation prize.

Their gazes remained locked, his amber eyes boring into hers and she had no doubt her bear was equally visible to him. The animal huffed and chuffed, happy that their mate stroked and petted them. Every brush gently tugged on her skin, teasing her without touching her moist center, and she
ached
to have him teasing her clit. It throbbed and pulsed, her pussy growing wetter by the second and she was
this close
to rocking her hips against his stomach and searching for the friction she craved.

“I want you to come on my tongue.”

She shuddered, body trembling with his rough words and her blood burned for him.

She slipped her arms free of the tattered remains of his shirt, leaving her entirely nude for him and he… growled, the sensual desire in his expression deepening until he was merely a man on the edge of need. His cheeks sharpened, teeth elongating and peeking past his lips. The nails on the fingers tormenting her slowly sharpened until they dug into her skin. It should have been painful. She should snap at him to be gentler, but it was so good, so right, and so perfect. That buzz of pain inflamed her, rocketing her pleasure even higher and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

“When we go back out there, I wanna smell you all over me.” Those rumbles once again reverberated through her body, forcing her eyes to flutter closed. She rolled her hips, seeking to extend the pleasure the sounds created. “Like that?”

She moaned and nodded, eyelids drooping as she let the growing arousal sneak forward. “Yeah.”

“You’ll like my mouth even better.” His grip changed, pressing her more firmly to his chest as he encouraged her pace to increase. “My lips and teeth on that pretty pussy.”

Now she whimpered, pussy clenching and begging to be filled. “Reid.”

“Ride my face, Evie. Lemme make you scream.”

There was no missing the need in his gaze, the pure molten desire that filled his eyes. “Please.”

The word had hardly left her lips before she was lifted once more, Reid positioning her as he desired until her knees were pressed into the mattress once more as she was astride his head, her pussy inches from his face. She squeaked and leaned forward, catching her balance by putting her palms flat on the wall.

“Perfect,” he rumbled, those amber eyes now focused on the juncture of her thighs.

And he wanted her, craved her, desired her above all others. There was no missing his pure
hunger
.

Reid nuzzled her thigh, running his nose along her leg until he teased the outer edge of her pussy lips. “Smells s’good.” He breathed deeply and released a low moan, reaffirming his words. “S’perfect.”

He scraped her skin with a single fang, drawing a line on her pale flesh and sending a stinging shard down her spine to mingle with the growing arousal that assaulted her. He repeated the move, teasing her vulnerable flesh with that sharpened tip. He could destroy her or love her, tear her to shreds until she cried for mercy or give her so much pleasure she cried for more.

With the next pass, the fang was replaced by his tongue as he laved the aching scrape. Another swipe of her aching flesh followed by a third before he turned his attention to her other leg, repeating the process once more. She moaned with the renewed pain, the way it twisted and turned with the pleasure singing in her veins. Her body pulsed with her need for him, with her desperation to be touched by him.

And then… then his teasing changed, no longer tormenting her outer sex lips and focusing on the seam of her pussy. He nudged the top of her slit with his nose, breathing deeply before releasing the breath with a slow exhale. He blew warm air across her heated pussy only to suck in another lungful and release it again.

“I’ll never get enough of this.” She’d never get enough of him, either. “Need a taste, Evie.”

His eyes flicked to her and she wasn’t too proud to beg. “Please.”

Reid tongued her first, sliding along her slit, up and down and up and down. She grew wetter by the second, her center clenching and aching to be consumed by him, by his mouth and someday his cock.

Evelyn forced her body to remain still, becoming a statue while he tormented her with that talented tongue. Because then… because then he slipped beyond her outer lips and with his next flick, he teased her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she trembled, body reacting to that glancing caress.

He moaned and repeated the move, the delicate torment yanking a groan from her mouth. Then it became a rhythmic series of flicks and taps. She moaned and cried out with each one, urging him to go harder, faster, more.

He sucked and nibbled her clit then, taking what he wanted as he sampled her while still giving her pleasure. He gripped her hips, holding her steady and moving her as he desired. He eased her back to torment her clit and forced her hips forward when he wanted to dip his tongue into her pussy. He lapped at her very center, teasing her opening with his agile tongue until she was desperate to be filled by him, to be taken and branded by Reid.

“Please, oh God. Please, Reid.”

He just moaned and continued in his attentions.

Lick. Suck. Nibble.

Over and over he teased her—tormented her.

And she wanted more. More of him, more of his mouth, his hands, his body. She craved his touch like a drug and lost herself to the ecstasy he created.

Him, the werewolf Itan that everyone called deadly, gave her nothing but bliss.

He gave her even more when his fingertips ghosted over her ass and teased her crack, dipping between her cheeks to find her hidden entrance.

“Reid. I…” She hadn’t ever been taken there, been touched there, but with him… she wanted it all.

So she didn’t stop him, she took his forbidden attentions, torn between the pleasure of his mouth and the dark ecstasy of his fingers. She rode both edges, seeking her bliss with the two separate sensations until she couldn’t tell one torment from the next. Her body simply knew joy. It knew what it craved and what it sought, so she allowed the sensations to drug her. She moaned with each nibble, groaned with each lick, and gasped when the tip of his finger slipped into her ass.

“Reid!”

He simply moaned, taking more from her and giving just as much in return. Each passing second pushed her higher, shoved her closer to release until she knew it would overcome her at any second.

“Reid, gonna… come…” She wasn’t sure what she was saying anymore, just that the sensations slowly overrode her every thought and she was nothing more than a body of sensation that seemed electrified by the pleasure filling her veins.

But he knew. He knew and pleasured her even further. He moaned against her pussy, growling and groaning while his finger pushed even deeper into her ass. And she loved it, loved every inch deeper he slid, loved the forbidden penetration until she ached to have his cock fill her there, too.

Her nerves sizzled with need, the precipice in sight and dragging her nearer with each breath, with every heartbeat, and every thought. Her nipples were hard and aching along with her pussy, body ready for the ultimate release.

Soon. Soon. Soon.

The pleasure didn’t just fill her, it consumed her, overriding every thought as it increased. A bubble of ecstasy surrounded her, wrapping her in a sphere of impending bliss until each breath brought another trembling wave of joy.

“Reid…” It was there, right on the edge, pussy clenching and aching to be filled while it tightened around air. Her clit throbbed in time with those milking ripples until wave after wave of joy trembled through her body. “Please…”

She needed a little more, a little something that would send—

Reid scraped a single fang across her clit, the sharp tooth scratching the bundle of nerves and it sent her flying into the air, over the edge and beyond. She came with his name on her lips, the ecstasy stealing her control as she trembled and gasped with the overwhelming sensations. Her body was no longer her own, the bliss forcing her toes to curl and muscles to twitch without thought.

And he didn’t stop. He continued to fuck her ass, mouth working her clit, while she dealt with the consuming pleasure that seemed to go on and on. The waves continued, rising and falling in a drugging ebb and flow of ecstasy that she could easily become addicted to. His attentions gradually slowed, bringing her down from the extreme heights of joy until her heart slowed to its normal rhythm and her breaths no longer came in heaving gasps as she fought for air.

Evelyn leaned forward, forehead to the wall as her strength fled and the drowsy after-sex glow overtook her. That was also about the time she realized she must have gotten claws at some point because they were now deeply embedded in the drywall. Damn.

Reid moaned, drawing her attention once more, his lips now brushing gentle kisses to her mound and then finally giving her leg one last nuzzling. That’s when his gaze collided with hers with a low hum. “Delicious.”

“Yeah?” She gave him a small, lazy grin.

“Hell, yeah. If my dick isn’t in your pussy you can bet my mouth will be teasing this pretty clit of yours.”

She liked the sound of that. It was crass, sure, but oh so good. “Okay.”

More than okay.

“Good,” he grunted. “Now come lay down. You were hurt too.”

Now he remembered.

But she didn’t care about how long it took him to realize she’d been injured as well because the orgasm and then his snuggles more than made up for her new exhaustion.

Evelyn eased close, draping half her body across his with a soft sigh. “This good?”

He grunted. She took that as a yes.

* * *

Reid held her close, her chest to his side, draped across him like a lush blanket. He absorbed her heat, reveled in their closeness, and the softness of her skin. This was what he’d missed in his life.

Not sex. He’d fucked his way through his old pack in Redby and half the female bears at Terrence’s compound. But he always kicked the bitches out after or left if he’d gone to their place. Come and done.

Now? Now his wolf howled at him, telling him that if he even
thought
about leaving, it’d kick his ass. The beast agreed that the first time he came with Evie would be when he was buried deeply inside her. It went on to tell him that hard-on or not, his ass was staying put. He could suffer.

His animal was an asshole.

But when he ran his fingers along her smooth back, fingers dancing over her silken skin, he figured suffering through blue balls was worth it. Her small hand stroked his chest, fingers drawing random lines on his skin. Each twirl and swirl had her traveling farther south, edging toward the sheet that draped across his hips. When she went to delve beneath the fabric, he grasped her wrist, stopping her.

“No, Evie.”

“Reid,” she whined. “I wanna make you feel good.”

He nuzzled her head, drawing in her scent with each inhale. “Holding you makes me feel good. Touching you like this.” He shook his head. “You have no idea what this does for me.”

“You’re not gonna let me…”

Reid smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her head. The scent of her arousal still surrounded him, her musky essence teasing his wolf, and it tried to wheedle a claiming out of him. If only the Carvrix hadn’t done such a good job. His shifter blood would have healed a normal injury by now, but with that poison… not so much.

“No, I’m not.” He gave her a gentle squeeze. “Evie, this is a gift. Right here. Right now. I’ve never had this and right now, that’s enough.”

Her hand traveled back to his chest, fingers ghosting over his abs and then finally settling over his heart once more. “You’ve never stuck around after sex?”