Shifters of Grrr 1 (68 page)

Sheng lifted his head, his concentration broken as he detected the presence of another. Watching. Waiting.

Wanting.

Fuck, yeah. Lucy was awake. Not a coincidence he mediated where she could see him. The grin tugging at his lips faded. He didn’t care for the way the Matchmaker’s final words to him echoed in his mind.

Oh, and Li? Don’t touch Lucy
again
until we figure this out.

Her words confirmed she’d put two and two together about how the Dragon had been unleashed, but screw her command. The Matchmaker didn’t know a damn thing—certainly not the feelings he had for Lucy.

Lucy wasn’t like any other woman he’d been with and well he knew it. Once he joined his body with hers, there wouldn’t be any going back. No one else for him.

His emotions went beyond the labels of love and lust. To claim such would be like saying he’d fallen in love. How could he fall, when he’d always been there, at the bottom of that pit, waiting to catch her? No beginning and no end. Maybe they’d been lovers in a past life because it sure as hell felt that way to him. Like they’d always been together.

Damn, but the Matchmaker sucked at her profession. She hadn’t picked up on this attachment, this devotion he carried for Lucy.

He cocked his head at the breathy intake emanating from the window above. Now that he’d put on a show, seducing her mind with his version of foreplay, it was time for his turn.

He finished the last pose, extended his arm in front of him, and bowed his head. Swiping the towel from the lawn chair to his right, he made his way along the path. He didn’t pass Lucy and his room was empty when he arrived. Shrugging off her absenteeism, he showered and wrapped the towel around his hips.

Hiding, was she?

Good, because Tiger loved to hunt.

He stalked the halls, poking his head into each cabin, sniffing the air for any trace of her delicate floral scent. After the first few huts proved empty, he headed to the main cottage. Yep, her scent was stronger here, making his mouth water and his cock harden. He caught a flash of light-brown hair vanishing into the kitchen and followed her soft scuffling.

Caught you.
She peered inside the open refrigerator and her ass wriggled in the air as she hummed. Approaching her from behind, he squeezed her plush flesh. Her feminine gasp tightened his bollocks. She whirled around, straight into his arms. He wasted no time in slanting his mouth over hers, swallowing her surprise.

“Lucy,” he murmured against her lips, his senses soaking in everything about her. The clean scent of her skin, the cling of her damp hair, the silk of the dress she wore. Every inch of her sang through his blood, a luscious indulgence.

She kissed him back, moaning into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails scraping his scalp. He drew her in, hands roaming over her dress, slipping the ties loose.

Dark lashes fanned across her cheeks, her face angled to the floor as he peeled open her dress, stripping her. A low growl rumbled within his chest. She didn’t wear any undergarments. The rosy peaks of her breasts puckered before him. She pressed her legs together, concealing the “v” between her thighs.

“No. Don’t hide from me.” He lifted her chin and forced her gaze to his. “You are beautiful. And mine.” He slid the dress from her shoulders and yanked off his towel, letting his raging hard-on speak for itself. “See how much I crave you? How badly I’ve always wanted you? Don’t be shy with me, baby.”

Her lips parted on a puff of air and her eyes dilated, darkening with lust. Gliding her hands from his shoulders, she skimmed her fingertips down his abs to claim a firm grip on his cock. She wrung her hands along his length and reached around with one hand to grab his ass, digging her nails into the muscle.

He groaned, rocking his hips and driving himself into her hand. “Fuck yeah, Lucy. Just like before.”

A blush rushed into her cheeks. “I, we, don’t have any—”

He pressed his finger to her lips. “Don’t need any. I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom.”

“I might get—”

“Not fucking likely.” He smirked at the pinching of her brows. “I never ejaculate.”

Her frown deepened. “That doesn’t mean—”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I don’t release anything. Not a drop, unless I permit it.”

“Before, though—”

He chuckled at her endless spring of questions. “Nope. You made me come, all right, so fucking hard. But I don’t release any
jīng
energy, any cum, that easily. Not for anyone. Not even you, Lucy.” The image of him getting off in the infirmary sprang into his mind. Okay, that was a one-time lapse. After learning how strongly his body responded to Lucy, he’d latched on to his control to ensure he wouldn’t be caught off guard twice.

“Oh.” Her wide eyes declared she didn’t buy it, but she would soon. The practice of having an orgasm without ejaculating enabled him to climax multiple times. However, he’d make damn sure once he was done making love to her and they tallied up the orgasms, she’d come out on top.

He sank to his knees, parted her thighs, and licked away the last of her protests with teasing flicks across her clit. After a few seductive strokes, she came—hard and fast—against his tongue. He pressed another claiming kiss to her pussy then pushed up from his thighs to tower over her once more.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lucy, until you scream my name.” He swept her into his arms and carried her to the living room. His hut was too far away. Besides, they were alone. He laid her on the sofa and stretched his body atop hers. First, he kissed her good and thoroughly, making love to her with his mouth, thrusting his tongue into her velvety softness and grazing her lips with his teeth.

She clutched at his shoulder, moaning into his kisses. “Sheng, I want you.”

He’d be happy to kiss her for a few hours, but this little vixen was a demanding one. Sliding his hand between them, he groaned at how wet she was. Fuck yeah, she was ready. Every muscle in his body clenched, anticipation and arousal shooting through him. Sheng had told her the truth. He’d never had unprotected sex, and that his first time would be with Lucy made it that much more intense.

Special.

He shifted to lie on his side behind her, angling her body half onto her back, half onto her right side so she lay partially turned away from him. Lifting her left leg, he hooked it back around his hip, exposing her sex. His cock was thick and rigid, eager to penetrate her. He gritted his teeth as the impatience spread through his veins, shooting into a nigh unbearable yearning. He’d never desired any woman more.

Her rapid heartbeat thrummed in his ears. Teasing her nipple with his teeth, he elicited another moan from her lips. Lifting his head, he claimed her mouth once before gazing into her eyes. He didn’t speak, because there weren’t words for this moment. In his eyes, he hoped she saw the passion raging through him.

Fisting his cock, he poised it at her entrance and eased forward. He pushed past the tightness constricting the head of his shaft and guided himself deeper. It was so fucking good to be inside a woman—
her
—without the abrasive rub of latex. Her softness, her wetness, lured him in.

She let out airy moans as he delved forward, retreating a little each time her pussy pulsed around him.

“Easy,” he murmured against her ear, coaxing her to relax and welcome him. With his cock partially inside her, his hand was free to massage her clit and stroke he did, until her inner muscles released their tension. Her earlier orgasm helped with the stretching, but her sweet sex gripped him like a glove.

“Greedy little pussy.” He nipped her ear, inching forward. “More?”

“Y-e-s…”

His cock ached to be buried in her welcoming softness, but he refused to end this moment. Lucy meant so much more to him than sex. She meant…everything to him. His pulse quickened at the conclusion, but there it was.

Falling for her broke every one of the Matchmaker’s rules.

But, hell, he was good with that.

***

Lucy trembled with a need so fierce, she feared she might shatter. Right here, in Sheng’s arms, while he plundered her body with a masterful yet tender expertise.

His lips nipped her skin, sending a trail of delightful shivers along her neck and collarbone. His free hand roamed her curves, gripping her hip and then cupping her breasts. His thumb rolled her nipple and elicited more of her wanton cries.

He made every second of her abstinence worth it, taking his time seducing her into the world of lovemaking. His thickness stretched her, but the slight discomfort gave way to an erotic rush. Between her thighs, she grew wetter by the second, the slickness aiding his cock in sliding deeper.

Oh, yes, deeper. Filling every inch of her as he enveloped her.

Sheng gripped her knee, hooking her leg higher on his hip. “Touch me. I want you to feel me as I claim you.”

Helpless to disobey such an erotic command, she dropped her hand to where their bodies joined. A good few inches of him didn’t yet penetrate her, but not for long.

“That’s it baby. Take me in, all of me.” His British accent heightened, revealing how on edge he was. He rocked his hips back and bucked forward, slamming into her in one determined thrust.

Lucy peered along her shoulder to catch a glimpse of Sheng’s eyes glinting a pale blue-gray, reminding her of the ferocious beast inside him. She shivered and slid her lids shut.

Sheng’s feral grunts sang in her ears. Positioning her leg back up beside her body, knee drawn to her chest, he rammed his cock inside her in quick, rapid thrusts, before his body drew up tight.

“Fuck yes,
Lucy
.” He roared her name, his firm, heavy weight throbbing inside her. His chest heaved against her as he stilled, his head collapsing next to hers.

She waited for him to pull out, for his fullness to deflate, but he remained rock hard. Maybe his boasts were true.

“
Mmm
, Lucy.” He nuzzled her neck and his free hand stroked her clit again.

She opened her legs to him, spreading her thighs, but he had another plan in mind. He slid out from behind her, twisted around, and suctioned his mouth over her sex.

Sheng’s full erection dangled in her face, the most tempting carrot she’d ever beheld, and she lifted her mouth to suck him in. He rewarded her with long, hard flicks against her clit, his tongue and lips exploring every inch he’d claimed with his cock.

She returned the exploration, gripping him in both her hands and moaning at the taste of them combined. Maybe he’d told the truth because, no matter how hard she licked and probed the slit of his cock, he didn’t give up a single salty bead.

His weight centered above her, he braced himself on both his elbows. Her gentle exploration of him didn’t last long. Sheng was a man who embraced anything but submission, and controlled his pleasure through guiding her. He dipped his hips down, forcing more of himself into her mouth while his tongue speared her core.

The position rendered her helpless—the thickness of his cock in her mouth, the firm grip of his lips on her sex. It seduced not only her body, but her mind. This was the lesson from Sheng—to surrender control to him.

To trust in him and reap the benefits of that trust.

Affection, pleasure…

Love?

Did more exist between them than the reward of joining their bodies? She ached to believe it. The hope that she might have a future with Sheng blossomed inside her chest.

Held back by only one thing.

That damned Dragon.

Another shattering orgasm fractured her body, cutting off her musings. Inside her mouth, his flesh throbbed, and he groaned against her sex, the vibrations setting off more fireworks inside her.

Again, not a drop of his essence spilled into her mouth, though he’d clearly fallen off the edge of a climax.

His body shuddering, Sheng crawled from between her legs, slipping in behind her again. Steel arms wrapped around her, turning her to face him and hauling her front against his muscled chest.

A euphoric haze settled over her and she snuggled against him, flipping one thigh across his hips. The hard plane of his chest proved the perfect surface to nestle her cheek. They lay still, wrapped in each other’s arms as the minutes ticked by, uncounted in this dream of bliss.

Sheng drew lazy circles across her back and she murmured in contentment. Never had she been so at ease with anyone. This went beyond the spirits they shared, deeper into her soul. As though this man had once belonged to her.

The question remained…did he belong to her now?

***

Sheng heaved a sigh of gratification as Lucy drifted into the dream world. His body continued to ache for her, but this…this trust of her sleeping in his arms, he reveled in. None of the women he’d been with had ever stayed to sleep next to him, let alone in his arms. Everything about Lucy drew a fierce protective instinct out of him. If he could, he’d keep her here forever, stowed away from the hazards of the world.

The trust she’d placed in him served as a sharp reminder. He didn’t covet her for the spirit she carried or the gift. More was at work than the disquiet of the Tiger.