“Yes, of course,” Jenny said with a crooked smile she belatedly realized Travis couldn’t see. “And yes, guilty.” Thoughtfully, she added, “I feel like an imposter as a lawyer, and as a shifter.”
“Give yourself tim
e,” Travis said. “You’ve only been a shifter a few days, really.” He touched the side of her face tenderly, and Jenny wondered if he could see in the dark, too. It would make sense. His fingertips made her skin tingle.
Abruptly, Jenny decided it was time to be brave. “Earlier, you asked if you could kiss me,” she said, voice hoarse.
He froze beside her, and Jenny could feel his coiled attention. Her otter was aquiver with anticipation.
“Even though my otter wanted to say yes, I was afraid. I was afraid there wouldn’t be anything left of me if I did.”
“I understand,” Travis said, and Jenny could feel him fighting down disappointment. Was this what being a mate was like, more sure of his emotions than she was of her own? Could he sense her otter wriggling in need and lust the way she could sense his lynx? Did he think she was going to fight the creature instinct down again?
“I’m not afraid anymore,” she said quietly. “We both want you to kiss us.”
She ran a nervous tongue over her sharp teeth and swallowed. She knew he still wanted to, but would he like what he found?
Chapter 13
Travis didn’t need a second invitation.
With one smooth motion, he was gathering Jenny into his arms, and drawing her mouth to his for a kiss.
She gave a little whimper as she opened her mouth to him, hot and willing, and Travis dove in to claim it for his own.
Sharp teeth met questing tongue, and it only heightened his heat and desire. He slipped a hand along her neck, using his other arm to pull her close, kissing her with all his strength and focus.
“Oh, Travis,” she said, when he released her and she could catch her breath. “I… didn’t know it could be like that.”
“It can be more,” Travis said, sliding both hands up to cradle her face.
This time when he kissed her, it was more slowly, more demandingly, and he didn’t release her until she was begging for more, writhing against him wantonly. Was that her otter, or was it his Jenny? Was there any difference now?
Ours, Lynx purred.
He reached down and slid on hand up under her dress, cupping the outside of one thigh, one tantalizing ass cheek, and then found the thin fabric of her underwear.
He paused with one finger at the edge of the garment, giving her a chance to change her mind or draw away, and she whined and pressed closer in unmistakable invitation.
He drew it off of her, lifting her into his lap in one smooth motion. There was no way that she wouldn’t realize now how badly he wanted her; he was harder than he’d ever been, and the fabric of his pants did little to hold his member down.
She gyrated on him, making him groan in need and desire, and Travis had to concentrate to keep from tearing her dress in eagerness as he slipped it off over her head.
She was not so gentle with him, and Travis heard a seam of his polo shirt rip as she clawed it off of him, kissing him hungrily whenever undressing gave them the opportunity.
“Pants,” she said, breathing hard. Travis thought it was a slang expression of disgust, then realized she was actually concerned about his pants, fumbling with the button and belt. Travis stood, lifting her with him, and she gave a little gasp, giggling and grabbing around his neck.
Gently, he lay her down in a bed of flowers, kissing down her neck and arms as she reluctantly let go of him. He had never removed his pants so swiftly, returning to straddle her. She wore only her bra now, and it was everything that Travis could do not to simply let Lynx rut as he wished.
She wants us, Lynx insisted.
We can be a better lover than that, Travis countered.
So instead of burying himself inside her the way he so desperately wanted, he slipped a questing finger into her treasure.
She arched up to his hand, crying in pleasure and begging for release. He added a second finger, thrusting into her gently, slowly, making her squirm and gasp and snap her teeth in need. Her hands on his shoulders scratched and clawed, and when he coaxed a release from her, she sank her short claws reflexively into him.
“Oh!” She said in alarm, as the waves of pleasure ebbed away and Travis slowed his thrusting fingers in time with her breaths. “I must have hurt you!”