Shifter Untamed (5 page)

His gaze dropped to her breasts. She face heated and she dropped her arms to her sides.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Beautiful. Hellfire attitude. Smart with a Ph.D. Takes risks. What else have you got up your skirt?”

Trina’s mouth dropped open, shocked at his candor. “Are you always this abrasive?”

“My attitude changes depending on the situation.” His voice was laced with wicked suggestion. “I can be as abrasive or as suave as you need me to be.”

She took in Dane Magnus’s disheveled appearance once again. He was testosterone, muscle, animalistic energy, and sexual magnetism all rolled up into one. He stood in the doorway with a cool, calm, and collected demeanor that rolled off him in waves. He was dressed down in a button-down collared shirt, fitted jeans, and worn work boots. The muscles corded on his forearm as he kept them folded over his chest. Her gaze roamed over his stature, landing on the fly of his jeans. The bulge pushing from behind the front of his jeans was either the evidence of an extremely erect shaft or some overly large equipment.

She swallowed hard, feeling the lump of embarrassment rising in her throat. Heat warmed her core and between her legs. She tore her gaze away from his package.

“Likes to explore…” he teased, meeting her gaze. “You and I will get along just fine with the right kind of taming.”

Shit!
Wolf shifters had a good sense of smell and could detect most emotions through it and this one advantage for him could prove to be a disadvantage for her.

“Whose taming are you referring to?” she asked.

“Yours.” He lifted her hand and pressed her palm against his cheek right where she had slapped him. “We have unfinished business, kitten. I’d like to settle that before we get distracted with something new.”

Trina’s blood ran hot with desire the instant she locked gazes with him. Her pussy pulsed and her panties were damp with the evidence of her need. To make matters much better, Dane pressed his steely length against her. He was rock hard and thick against her belly.

Fuck, she wanted…

She needed sex with a real man. It had seemed like ages since a cock had filled her up. What she liked about Dane Magnus was that the arrangement was to be no-strings-attached from the beginning. She didn’t have to worry about some man telling her how to live her entire life.

But Dane Magnus was no human. He was shifter. Different from any man. All she knew was that he wanted a six-week marriage on paper in exchange for the cash she desperately needed.

But at this moment, she wanted to quell this blatant hunger. Risks be damned.

“I’m wet right now, Dane.”

The growl that escaped his throat next was that of an animal. Her nipples perked in sexual delight. He crushed his lips to hers without hesitation. His mouth was soft and his tongue hot and roving against hers. They kissed hot and heavy like two lovers who’d been away for a long time.

“You’re sweeter than I thought.” He panted against her mouth. “I tend to stay far away from nice girls. I’m a very bad influence on them. I don’t know how gentle I can be.”

“Then don’t be.” She kissed him back, tasting pure, raw male.

Dane slammed the door shut, hoisted her up in his big arms, and sailed across the room with her. He set her down on the floor and the back of her thighs hit a chaise lounge. He took her mouth again full force, but his tongue was gentle as it roamed across the seam of her lips to gain entry. She opened to him without a beat.

“Don’t you have a bedroom or three up there that we can do this in?” she panted.

“They are for sleeping.” He kissed her cheek and jawline. “Having second thoughts? Say the word and I’ll stop now.”

“No.” She grabbed him tightly on the forearms and lifted her chin higher to allow him to further explore. “We might as well get this out of our systems.”

“Out of our systems?” His tongue roved hot across her neck. “Once I’m in your system, kitten, it will take more than a shower to get me out of it.”

His kisses were firm against her heated skin. All she could do was relinquish her body and succumb to the surreal feelings running up and down her spine.

“Is it because…you’re a shifter?”

“Partly so.” Dane slid his hand up her back and ran his fingers through her hair. He pressed his lips against her sensitive earlobes. “When I fuck a woman, I imprint on her. The coupling and exchange almost always leads to her feigning for more. Once my impression and scent leaves the woman, she’s no longer affected. Until then, her body is mine.”

“How long does the imprint last?”

“About a week. Longer, deepening on how frequent the sex occurs.”

“Okay.” Trina swallowed. One week of her sanity was all she had to give up for sex one time with a very attractive shifter male. She’d cash the check, sign the dotted line, be his wife on paper for the duration of the agreement, and when it was all over she would go back to her ordinary life.

“The imprinting occurs naturally during sex and there’s no way around it. Imprinting also wards other shifter males away.”

“Well, you’ve done adequate background check on me to know that I have no boyfriend…let alone a shifter male friend.”

Dane chuckled. “It wards more than just boyfriends away.”

“Sounds like magic which I never knew existed,” she teased.

“Let’s test it out, shall we?”

His fingers expertly squeezed the clamp on her bra and dragged it downward under her shirt. He lifted her top over her head, threw it aside, and led her backward onto the chaise.

“Perfect.”

His breath was cool against her bare breasts. She felt them harden like thimbles as he palmed her right breast and proceeded to please her.

“Dane…” She gasped at the feel of his tongue against her nipple.

He shifted the pleasure between both breasts. Licking, sucking, and nipping until she was tender and arching into him. They had barely gotten started yet and she was already feigning for more. Her thighs were spread wide to accommodate him. She couldn’t help herself and she ground her center against his hardened rod. Something stirred deep inside her as he licked and tugged on her nipples. Deep moans escaped his throat sending vibrations across her chest.

His lips began to move south. She pressed her palm against his chest. “Wait. We need a condom.”

He parted from her slightly and the heat between them subsided little by little. “If you insist, but we don’t carry disease.”

Apparently, Trina didn’t know a lot about shifters. They revealed only what they had to for the most part.

“And what about pregnancy?” she asked.

Dane grinned slightly. “I can smell the chemical imbalance of birth control pills in your system.”

“You smell everything, don’t you?”

“Even a lie,” he said. “By the way, your condoms won’t fit me.”

Trina met his gaze. Was he for real or just being a macho man? “Show me.”

“As you wish, kitten.”

He left her on the chaise and began to undress. The first thing that left him was his shirt. He took his time undoing the buttons while his gaze remained fixed on her. His chest had not an inch of fat. Tattoos were strewn across his pectoral muscles and shoulders. There was a fine sheen of dark hair on his chest and a trail of it led down into his jeans. As he unzipped them, she licked her lips, her eyes honing in on every little detail about him.

When his boxers and jeans dropped to the floor, she got confirmation of the truth of his statement. Even in a semi-erect state, he was thick and solid in girth and ample in length. Her pussy clenched in impatience and the need to have his big cock pounding into her gripped her.

How long had it been since she’d been with a man? Over a month? Many asked her out on dates now and then. She’d never been one to deny herself something she wanted, yet she didn’t consider herself loose. Her recent sex life had never led to anything concrete and that was mostly her doing. She had a father to care for and she didn’t need any man telling her otherwise or leading her astray.

Dane diverted her attention, reached for her hand, and wrapped her fingers around him. “Can nice girls like yourself take in something like this?”

He hardened in her grip, the veins pulsing against her nervous fingers. The cockhead was bulbous and slippery against her fingertips

Trina licked her lips, imaging how he would taste. She glanced up at him, noting the feral stare he gave her in return. “You would be surprised what this nice girl could do.”

“Put my cock in your mouth.”

Trina slid her palm down to the base of his erection and took the head between her lips. He moaned aloud and cupped the back of her head with his tongue. Her mouth barely accommodated his width but she took in what she could, alternating with licks up and down his shaft.

She rolled her tongue around his pulsing tip, teasing and taunting him. His pre-come tasted sweet and salty at the same time.

An expletive escaped his lips and he grabbed fistfuls of her hair at the back of her head. “Ah, kitten, you do this so well.”

Trina blamed her non-existent sex life on her wanton actions. It seemed that he was already getting to her. Imprinting, or whatever it was. She wanted more. Now.

Dane led her to stand and drew them closer together. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored once more. Her knee-length skirt was bunched around her waist before she knew it.

Grabbing her by the hips, he set her down in the center of the chaise. He slipped her pumps off just before sliding her legs over his shoulders.

A cry escaped her lips as he traced her wet entrance with his fingers, dipping inside her.

“You’re pretty down here. Glistening wet just like I thought you would be.” He teased her labia and stroked the hood of her clit.

Her pussy gripped his fingers in tune to his steady pumps. His lips were close, so very close to her aching clit. He took one long swipe from the bottom to the top of her mound, causing her muscles to grow lax. She opened her legs wider and he buried his mouth in her pussy. Strong sensations quaked her body as he sucked on her wet folds and sampled her nectar. She thought she would explode just from the sight of his devilish tongue entering her pussy over and over again.

The stubble on his jaw and chin scrubbed against her inner thighs and pussy. Cupping her ass, he brought her to the edge of the chaise and enjoyed what she offered. Her muscles tightened, thighs quaked, and her clit pulsed. In that moment, she knew there was no holding back.

Her climax rushed through her feverishly as she called his name in heated passion.

“Fuck, kitten, hearing you come was like music to my ears.” He rose over her, letting one of her legs fall to the chair and pushing the other back against her chest.

Their gazes locked and for the first time she saw his animal up close and personal. His irises contracted and changed in diameter. His lips parted and she caught a glimpse of his canines.

“Dane…”

He slammed into her, planting his cock to the hilt. She cried out in the aftershock of the pain. Pleasure built over the pain once he began to move, acquainting her pussy with his massive erection. She bit into her lip and gripped at his taut muscles.

He plundered her with drive and determination. Heat rose between them, scorching her soul, burning her with intense passion. She let her head fall back and expressed her satisfaction. Her body rejoiced as he orchestrated the sensations roaring through her, taking them from an erotic high to a full-blown climax.

He growled. “Trina.”

He pounded her down into the chair with a ferocity leading to his orgasm. His seed was hot and it burned her insides like an inferno. The feelings were feral and crippled her to the point where all she could fathom was being pleased by this man.

They rode out the storm until finally falling into each other’s arms on the chaise.

She smiled. “That was great.”

He grinned. “Something that great can become addicting.”

****

Trina wrapped Dane’s leather jacket tighter around her. If she had known the man lived in a cooler, she would have brought warmer clothes despite the spring-like temperatures outside.

“I apologize for the chilly temperatures, but my blood runs hotter than humans,” he said, looking at her from across the small table. “I’ve adjusted the temperature so that you’re comfortable.”

“Thanks.”

After what they’d done, she could barely look him in the eye. He had some type of pull on her and the only explanation she could muster was that he had imprinted on her from that one round of sex. After her shower, no matter how far away from Dane in the house she was, she still smelled of him.

“I had a phone call come up while you were in the bath,” he said. “Now that I’ve got that out of the way…do you still want to do this?”

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation. “Our business together is still business. The sex was…” she cleared her throat “…part of the unfinished business. Let’s move on like business partners. About the money…?”

Dane Magnus gave a devilish grin and slid a check across the granite table and under her palm. “First installment delivered today. I’ve signed it already. Your endorsement means you agree to the terms of our arrangement. Second installment will be delivered on day one of week three. Third installment delivered upon confirmation of the marriage dissolution.”

The money was enough to pay the deposit on her dad’s surgery. The last two installments would pay the balance and leave some to catch up on bills with. It was just enough to get her and her dad back on their feet.

“We haven’t even talked specifics yet.”

“What exactly would you like to talk about?”

Dane sat back in his chair, lifting a glass of ice-cold water to his lips. He gulped the water down in just a few short seconds. She watched as his veins moved against his throat with each swallow.

Something else weighed heavily in Trina’s mind. Dane Magnus was no human. He was a shifter, inside and out, in the guise of a man. Why would a shifter do something like this?

“What’s in this for you?”

He shrugged. “Why does that matter? I’m offering you a lump sum of money to be my wife for six weeks and three days.”