tried to close her legs as if she could rub her thighs together, but he had her on his lap and he kept his legs wide, preventing her from getting relief that way. His hand slid lower, massaging her mound, his knuckles dipping low to rub her wet lips and then back up to trail through her tight curls.
“I need sex all the time.” There was a small sob in her voice and she pressed her face tight against his chest.
“You’ve got me now, Flambé. You don’t have to go to bars every night, or try to find someone to help you out during the day. I just happen to have a voracious sex drive, as you well know. We were meant to be.” He let a ghost of a smile creep into his tone.
Her hand slid down his arm to grasp his wrist. Once again, she tried to push his fist between her legs. He didn’t let her. Instead, he put his mouth against her ear. “Tell me what you want, malen’koye plamya.”
Her entire body trembled. “You know that’s so hard for me. To ask for anything sexual.”
“You weren’t listening properly, baby, and if you were in the ropes, you would be waiting a long time before you’d get relief, but you’re in a terrible state so I’ll let you figure it out. Think about what I said to you.” He had made it a command. In the bedroom, he commanded.
She hesitated. “I still need your cock, Sevastyan.”
It was a whisper, in that husky voice that reminded him of his cock down her throat. Every time he heard her speak in that tone, images and feelings immediately rose of the spectacular fireworks she’d produced in his body. There was no one like Flambé. No other match for him.
Her head tilted back and her eyes filled with dark lust, somewhere between gold and green. His cock was already aware with the cats so close and both females throwing off enough hormones to bring every leopard snarling and fighting for a mate within a hundred miles running to them. Still, he waited.
Her tongue moistened her dry lips. His seed was all over her face, shiny, beginning to dry. She was a mess but sexy as hell to a shifter who needed a woman willing to have the kind of dirty sex he needed. He was voracious in his appetites and kinks. He wanted one woman but he wanted her devoted to him. Willing to indulge him.
“Please.”
His heart felt as if a vise squeezed it hard. “You need me, baby, you know I’m yours.” Very gently, his hands went to her waist and he lifted and turned her so her body faced his. “Straddle me.”
Blood from Shturm’s puncture wounds still trickled down her shoulders, but she hadn’t even seemed to notice that he’d reclaimed the female, or that part of her extreme sensitivity was due to her cat being close. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and held him steady as she slowly sank down, sheathing him in her tight folds. She threw her head back as her burning folds engulfed him.
He wanted to do a little head throwing of his own. She was pure scorching fire. The look on her face, a kind of ecstasy, only added to the beauty as she rode him, sliding over his cock, her muscles squeezing tight. He caught her hips and slowed her down, not allowing the frantic pace she tried to set.
“Shh, baby, relax, take it slow and easy,” he coaxed, setting the rhythm. Her body was a silken sheath, so scorching hot, grabbing at him with greedy fingers and squeezing down over and over as she pumped her sexy pussy over his cock.
Her breasts jolted and swayed invitingly with every movement of her body, dancing for him as she ground down, her breath coming in panting sobs. Deliberately, he slid one hand up from her hip to her breast and flicked her taut nipple. She gasped as if he’d held a flame to it. He pinched and tugged and then ran his finger from her breast slowly down her belly straight to where their bodies came together.
“Look at us, baby. Look at the way you take me inside you.”
He circled her clit and then flicked it just as he had her nipple. She cried out and clamped down hard with her muscles around his cock—rode him harder, breaking the slow rhythm. He pinched, using his finger and thumb, holding