Alpha's Vow (Shifter Ops 2)

I moan wantonly. It’s embarrassing but it feels so good.

“Please,” I beg. I don’t know what I’m begging for. Do I want him to stop? To give me more? I think I want to take this to the bedroom. “It’s too much,” I gasp.

He pauses, but he’s not buying it. “Too much?” His chuckle is rough. He catches me around my waist and somehow lowers me to my side, pushing the top knee wide open. “Too much what, baby? Too much pleasure?”

“Yes.” I laugh, because I know that must sound ridiculous. Or maybe because I’m giddy. Possibly hysterical. I’m so close to orgasm. So close to losing my mind.

Lance returns to his self-appointed job of driving me wild with his very talented tongue. As he does, he massages my anus with his thumb, not letting me get away from that taboo pleasure. That horrible, wonderful sensation.

“No, um…”

He slides his other thumb inside me, cupping my mons as he thumb-fucks me, smacking on my clit with each in-stroke. With the other thumb, he applies pressure, and then suddenly he’s breached that hole, too. Both his thumbs are inside me—double penetration! He drops a ball of his saliva to lube the way for the back hole. I’m screaming. I want it to end, but it feels so good. I’m coming apart. Totally incoherent, lost. Exploding into a million tiny pieces of myself.

I come. Both channels squeeze the hell out of his thumbs, my inner thighs shake and jerk, and I push his hips with the soles of my feet, like I want to push him away, even though he’s the master of my orgasm.

“Lance.”

Am I weeping? Did a rocket ship take off from my dining room? Oh God, I don’t even know what just happened.

Lance eases his thumbs out and licks and kisses my lady parts some more, and then he scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing.

“Oh my God.”

“I prefer Lance.” He carries me down the hallway.

I laugh, even though he’s a dork, and I bite his ear, flicking my tongue inside.

“Aw, fuck, baby. That’s not playing fair.”

“It’s not?” I’m still so incredibly turned on. The orgasm left me weak and loose-limbed, but with a furnace of desire roaring for more.

He tries the door to my guest room. “Nope.” I giggle—and I’m not the kind of girl who giggles. “Next door down.”

“Why are the doors closed?” he demands as he fumbles with the handle. I reach out to help him.

“What’s not fair?” I suck his earlobe into my mouth.

“I’m trying to make this about you, sweetheart. But if you keep teasing me like that, you’re going to get yourself fucked hard and fast.”

Another mini-orgasm ripples through me.

“Hard and fast sounds good.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own, it’s so husky.

Lance groans as he crawls onto my bed on his knees, still holding me in his arms. “I wanted to take my time with you.”

“Oh my God, you have.” I let my appreciation be heard in the rise of my voice. “Besides, you can always take more time after hard and fast.”

He drops me on my back and does the one-handed sexy shirt removal thing that only guys can do. There’s an animal-like noise coming from him. A low rumble. Almost like a growl. It’s sexy as hell. His eyes almost seem to glow in the dark, the way a cat’s do.

As if on cue with that thought, Merlin hisses from the direction of my desk.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. Merlin’s not used to me having visitors.” I laugh, embarrassed. He’s never done that before.

“I’ll make friends with him later,” Lance says, busy taking off his boots. He produces a handful of condoms from his back pocket, which he tosses on the bed.

“I guess you came prepared.” I try to shove back the misgivings I’m having about the fact that he brought so many. That he had them right in his back pocket, not tucked in a wallet. He was planning on hooking up with me.

But I knew that already, didn’t I? I pick one up and open it.

“I wouldn’t leave you unprotected, birthday girl.”

Hmm. It sounds chivalrous, but also sounds like a line. But again, who cares? Only one night.

Lance has already taken off his jeans and briefs. His very hard cock springs out, impressive in its length.

“Wow.”

He angles his hips like he’s posing. I play along and whistle. “Very nice.”

“Say hello to my wingman.”

“I’m sorry, what? Did you just call your dick your wingman? Is it because he gets you laid?”

“You got it.” There’s that playboy smirk.

“Get over here.” My girl parts are eager to get acquainted. I crook my finger at him. He crawls on the bed and positions himself between my knees. “Have you never had a woman put your condom on for you?”