A Hippogriff for Christmas - Zoe Chant Page 0,80
lean, taut muscle and tanned skin – and all of it was hers.
My mate, she thought in a haze, as she fumbled with her own clothing. All mine. And I’m all his.
The thought sent a surge of heat straight through her, settling in her belly. All she could think about was how much she wanted him – and, from the way his fingers were near-frantically undoing his belt and the buttons of his jeans, how much he wanted her.
It seemed incredible to her, that she of all people could inspire this much desire in him. Annie had never thought of herself as a girl a man would go wild over. Especially not a man like Beau, who she knew could have gotten anyone he wanted with a click of his fingers. He was handsome, fun to be around, easygoing, and wonderful with kids. Any woman would have loved to have him.
But he’d chosen her. Fate had destined them to be together, and their bond as mates was undeniable. It took Annie’s breath away when she thought about it.
The way Beau looked at her, the way he touched her – there was no doubt in her mind that he was just as crazy about her as she was about him.
Which is pretty crazy, she thought, as at last she managed to lift her knees and shove her pants down her legs, taking her panties down with them, kicking them both off her feet a moment later.
Beau rolled over briefly as he shucked off his jeans. Annie groaned yet again at the sight of him, hard and ready. Licking her lips, she reached out, sliding her hands over his heated skin, feeling the velvet steel of his cock against her palms.
“Oh God, Annie…” The groan that left Beau’s throat sent a wave of heat through her. She gasped, feeling too hot, too breathless to think straight.
He was so hot in her hands that Annie could scarcely believe it, and she ran her fingers lightly over him, marveling at the way he threw his head back, groaning, under her touch.
“God, you’re driving me crazy,” he gasped out, as Annie circled his cock with her hand, sliding it up and then down.
She smiled, watching as his stomach muscles twitched, his thighs jerking.
How can this all be for me?
“I wouldn’t want that,” she said mischievously a moment later. “Not too crazy, anyhow.”
Beau cracked open an eye, an answering smile on his own face – and that was all the warning Annie got before she suddenly found their roles very much reversed.
“Hey, no fa-aair!” she cried out, as Beau leapt on top of her, fingers sliding between her legs. “That’s cheating, you used your shifter speed –”
But a moment later she found she couldn’t talk at all, as Beau’s fingers slipped inside her, gently teasing, finding exactly the right place to send pleasure rippling all the way through her body.
Annie closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations racing through her body. She didn’t care how much noise she was making – the cabin walls were thick, and anyway, it was a fair distance from the other buildings. Here, she could truly let herself be free.
She gasped, writhing on the bed as Beau’s fingers teased and tormented her, until she was pretty sure she was about to lose her mind.
“Please, Beau,” she finally managed to gasp out. “Please, I can’t stand it –”
“Hmm, you seemed perfectly happy to tease me before,” Beau said, his voice rich and warm. “Any reason I should take mercy on you now?”
Annie groaned, her back arching, her toes curling in the blanket, as Beau’s fingers pressed against her and inside her.
“Ohmygod – seriously, if you don’t – I’ll – I swear –”
Her only answer was to feel Beau suddenly lying against her, the heat of his skin pressing against hers, the heat of his cock pushing between her thighs.
Parting her legs around his hips, Annie arched up, grinding against him, trying to show him just how much she wanted him….
“God, Annie. You drive me so crazy.” Beau’s voice was little more than a husky whisper.
“What are you waiting for, then?”
Apparently Beau didn’t even know the answer to that question himself, since in the next moment she felt his cock nudging against her entrance, before, slowly but surely, he pressed forward, sinking inside her.
It felt just as good as she remembered – just as perfect. Annie moaned as he moved inside her, her fingers digging into his sides, her legs clenching