Pleasant Extortion (The Extortionists 1)

“Keep talking, honey. You’re impressing this wolf.”

“Wolf-shifters will eventually take the coveted seats in politics. Keeping your rights to a minimum postponed the inevitable.” She paused. “I’m boring you.”

“Not at all.”

“In any event, I was always drawn to wolf-shifters and crimes pertaining to them.”

“How were you drawn to them?” Possession, true obsession, reared its ugly head.

“I always knew I belonged to the wolves.”

“Not wolves, honey, me.” His rigid cock pumped with more excitement as

a whirlwind of exquisite sensations whipped through his shaft and thrummed in his balls. He lifted her and bracketed her legs around his waist. With the swollen head of his cock pressing against his slacks, he rubbed against her center as he walked to the small bedroom, right off the kitchen.

Once there, he gently lowered her to the bed and leaned over her. Placing one hand at her head, he ran the other one down the front of his shirt, freeing the buttons. Watching her as she watched him was incredibly sensual, but when she started undressing, too, he was a real goner.

She exhibited extreme confidence as she stripped her shirt over her head and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Seconds after she freed those voluptuous breasts, she shifted her hips, kicked off her shoes, and lifted her bottom long enough to shuck her slacks.

Gasping when her bosom jiggled right beneath his lips, he stalled long enough to consider the loving techniques he couldn’t wait to teach her. He wanted to train her for his bed, but more than that, he needed her to view him as her dominant partner, a trusted mate. And unfortunately, time wasn’t on their side.

Randon understood what they faced in the coming hours. Dealing with the day ahead would be worse than coping with a rabid demon, and in order to deal with the devil, he had to properly school his woman, the submissive mate he’d undoubtedly placed in the direct line of unfathomable danger.

Chapter Nine

Maybe he’d intended to take things slow. Perhaps she’d meant to let him lead. Whatever their previous goals, the foreplay began the very minute she gave him a feral look.

Randon assaulted her month with a ravenous kiss, looping his tongue around hers and drawing her closer. He locked his arms around her body and held her steady, loving everything about the way she moved.

Pageant mashed her full breasts against his chest and raked her nails through his hair, driving each kiss to a new level of intimacy, to a familiarity he’d never known.

She stretched her neck and arched in his arms. As if the position granted him the access he wanted, he trailed down her body, smoothing his lips over her neck and chest, heading lower and growing stiffer as soon as he reached her breasts and lingered over her nipple.

His mate was beautiful. From flawless, silken skin to the tiny buds tipping those glorious mounds, everything about her made him more aware of the mindless passion she stirred within him. He flicked her nipple and loved the way she trembled in his arms.

“You like that?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He sucked the spiked gem between his teeth and pulled, trying to give her a mix of heated pleasure with a subtle hint of pain as his tongue traveled across the extended point. Back and forth, back and forth.

God help him. He was a weakened man.

His balls burned. His cock ached.

“Ah hell, Pageant,” he whispered, dipping lower. Lavishing her bellybutton with attention, he licked in and out, teasing her as he passed her navel and inched even lower.

Her head jerked and a little whimper escaped her lips. “Don’t.”

“Give me one reason not to.”

“I…”

“You what…can’t stand it?” He blew a steady stream of hot air across her clit. “Aren’t sure you can take it?”

“No, I can’t.”

“Show me.” Then, he pushed her legs apart, loving the little catch in her throat as he roughly spread her. “Go on now, honey. Show me how you can’t stand it.” He blew again. “Tell me about that lack of control. How hot it can get.” Another breath and then another.

“I don’t have…control. I can’t resist you.”

“You don’t need control with me.” She didn’t need it because he wouldn’t let her have it anyway.