favor, but at the moment she could only kneel in front of the chair, the rest of her limp against the cushion, and attempt to get her breath back.
She had no idea how long Shen was gone and, as she began to shake off the sex daze she’d been caught in, she wondered if he’d left her.
Her rational brain, which was buried deep at the moment, was trying to tell her that probably hadn’t happened; but her irrational brain was just hoping they weren’t done. And if he’d left . . . they would be.
Some time passed and Stevie placed her hands on the cushion so she could push herself up. She’d find out where he’d gone and deal with it.
But just as she’d levered her upper body off the couch, a hand wrapped around her ankle and yanked her down to the floor before she was unceremoniously flipped over.
Shen was kneeling in front of her. He was completely naked now except for the condom on his engorged cock and the scowl on his face.
To Stevie’s own surprise, she wasn’t frightened by that scowl. She recognized it. This was not anger or annoyance, it was focus. She’d seen similar expressions on her fellow scientists when they were trying to fix a problem.
With his hands gripping her waist, he yanked her close and angled her hips up. He entered her without a word. And he was as big as she’d thought. He filled her completely and she briefly wondered, Could he tickle my tonsils with that thing?
More than willing to find out, Stevie slapped her hands on his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist, and left the rest up to him.
* * *
It was the wild panda in him. It was out of control. A fear he’d had as soon as he’d met Stevie for the first time in the Queens house living room.
The wild panda in him had wanted to grab her ankles, lift her off the floor, and have her suck his cock for an hour or so until he was completely drained. His wild panda side was like all wild pandas. Horny, demanding, and insatiable. That’s why he kept that part of himself hidden except from other pandas. A full-human could never handle that. And most of the other shifter breeds just got freaked out. They, like everyone, expected giant pandas to be cute and docile. And, if Shen had grown up in a zoo, he probably would have been.
He hadn’t grown up in a zoo, though. And Stevie MacKilligan had thrown herself at him. Naked and demanding. She’d even purred. Purred!
What was he supposed to do with purring other than fuck it? Fuck it hard. Fuck it long. Fuck it forever!
Then she made it worse. When he’d shoved his cock inside her without even the most basic, “You up for this?” she didn’t start pulling away or telling him to wait or asking him to be nice. Nope. She’d just buried her fingers deep into his shoulders and growled at him. Growled.
Not able to stand another second of this, Shen stayed on his knees and took a tight—probably painful—hold of Stevie’s hips. Holding her in place, he plowed into her, loving how her pussy gripped him. How it pulsated around him. And every time he entered her again, her grip tightened. Not on his shoulders, on his cock. Her pussy gripped his cock tight each time he pushed in, making Shen crazier than he already was.
He hadn’t thought that was possible!
Did she know what she was doing to him? Did she care?
Too bad he couldn’t be bothered to find out.
Then again, he wasn’t really that worried. The harder he fucked her, the more she held onto him. She pulled her fingers away from his shoulders and moved her hands to his back. She gripped him tight again and he was just thankful that, unlike some cats, she didn’t unleash her claws. He loved his spine and would hate for it to be split into pieces, even if it was during the best sex of his life.
And it really was the best sex. Not just because of the way Stevie’s hips moved—she had this little swirl thing going on that was driving him insane—or the way her legs tightly held onto his hips or the hiss she let out every once in a while. All that was great, but it wasn’t just that. It was her. It was all her.
Shen placed one hand flat against her back