so he could keep her pressed against his chest as he turned on his knees away from the chair. It was in his way.
Still buried deep, he put Stevie on the floor, placed his hands on either side of her head, and raised himself up a bit. Then he just took her. He fucked her hard and long, loving every second of it. He placed his hands so she didn’t slide across the hardwood floor, keeping her trapped by his body. But, again, she didn’t seem to mind. Her hands gripped his sides and she raised her legs higher, spread them wider. Her back arched and he went deeper inside her.
He soon realized he had to come. But Stevie was nowhere near. Thinking she might need her clit stimulated to get there, he pulled one of her hands off his body. He brought the hand up and took her middle finger into his mouth, sucking it for a few seconds, getting it good and wet. Then he pushed her hand between their bodies, pressing the middle finger down on her clit. He couldn’t tell her what to do. He wasn’t a chatty guy when he was fucking. Thankfully, she understood without words, and began to massage her clit while he continued to brutally bulldoze into her.
The muscles gripping his cock began to tighten around him even more, and he knew she was close. He held on until her back arched and her legs shook. And as she beautifully came, he watched her. Watched her writhe and moan and desperately gasp right beneath him before he finally let himself go. Before he finally had what he wanted.
He threw back his head, suddenly realizing he was sweating and had sent droplets of that sweat across his sister’s nice hardwood floor. But he didn’t care.
He was too exhausted to care about anything.
He gave one last gasp and dropped on top of poor Stevie. Not even caring he was probably smothering her.
But he felt her wiggle her way out from under him and crawl onto his back. She stretched out, asleep seconds before he was. The last thing he remembered was her purring against his upper back and kneading her fingers against his shoulders.
chapter SIXTEEN
They sat on the floor, Shen’s back against the base of the chair, Stevie on his lap.
She’d been heading to the couch when he’d gently steered her back to the floor. She got it, though. He didn’t want her naked ass on his sister’s furniture. Totally understandable.
Smiling, she snuggled in closer and closed her eyes. She started to drift off to sleep again until she heard the first crunch. Then another. Then another.
Opening her eyes, Stevie leaned back a bit. Shen held out the bamboo stalk he’d been eating.
“Want some?” he asked.
“You really don’t get sick of that stuff?”
“Nope. I started teething on it when I was still a baby. I can’t imagine my life without it.”
“Okay.” She snuggled back in. “You can keep eating.”
So he did, holding stalks in one hand and cupping her shoulder with the other, keeping her tight against him.
What she never thought would be true, though, was that after a few minutes . . . the crunching was the most calming thing she’d ever heard. Because not only was it continuous, it was consistent . . . and soothing. So goddamn soothing. Because it never changed. He’d use his fangs to rip off part of the sheath of the stalk, then bite into the stalk . . . chew . . . chew . . . bite . . . chew . . . chew . . . rip off sheath.
It should have made her crazy. And she kept waiting for that to happen. Eventually, though, she simply fell asleep again.
* * *
From her spot on a hangar roof a good distance away, she saw that they had arrived. It was originally believed they would all arrive the day of the event, but then it was discovered they were already in the air and heading this way.
And now that they’d arrived, she could see that there were a lot of them. All male. All armed. Shorter than the Americans, but that didn’t mean anything. For shifters, height and weight didn’t always have much significance.
Dee-Ann continued taking pictures on the digital camera until the entire group disappeared inside the hangar closest to the landing strips.
When the last male was inside, she tucked the camera into her bag and quickly climbed over the hangar roof. Once she