She wrapped her legs around him, her own arms around his neck and her mouth locked to his. Stumbling, weaving, drunk from her kiss, her taste, he somehow managed to get them into the aerie and to her bed. When he came down on top of her, she pricked at him with her claws but he knew that pricking now, knew she wasn’t telling him to stop. Nipping and kissing at her mouth, her jaw, her throat, he rubbed himself against her and knew he was going to go off like a rocket if he got naked.
“Felix.” A purr of sound, her own mouth kissing down his jaw to his throat.
He shuddered, the intimacy of the caress making his wolf want to throw back its head in an ecstatic howl. But he needed her mouth on his, too, and tugged up her head to initiate another kiss. She growled low in her throat at being stopped in her self-appointed task.
Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling. “I know you’re not mad.” His smile felt as if it filled his entire body.
Eyes going cat, she ran her clawed hands lightly down his back. “Why are you still wearing clothes?” An instant later, those claws got busy and his T-shirt was in shreds that he tugged off to leave his upper half bare.
Her heels digging into his ass, Desiree flipped their positions so that he ended up on the bottom. “All mine,” she purred, leaning down to flick her tongue over his lower lip.
Blood hot and cock like stone, he reached up to close his hands over the luscious mounds of her breasts, tug at her nipples. She threw back her head, her unhidden pleasure in his touch making him feel like a god. Shifting his hands to run them up her back, he tilted her forward until he could suck and lick and bite at her.
A sharp nip of his ear when he got a little too rough, her nails digging into his nape. Licking over the inadvertent hurt, he reached down between her legs. She was liquid under his fingertips. Shudders rocking him at the evidence of just how much she wanted him, her scent lush and erotic, he found her clit, tugged gently.
Exhaling in a jagged rhythm, she kissed him. “I’ll go over,” she warned, her body undulating on his fingers as if she couldn’t stop herself.
“Go,” he said, the single word a harsh whisper. “I want to watch.” Pressing the pad of his thumb to her clit as he slid a single finger inside her, he caressed her in a short, hard rhythm.
Her nails dug into his chest so hard that he scented blood, but that was fine. Better than fine. They were changeling. Wolf and leopard. Getting wild between the sheets was part of their nature and he fucking loved that Desiree was getting wild with him. He petted her through her orgasm even as sweat broke out over his own body, his control razor thin.
Purring in the aftermath, she melted across his body, coming down to claim a lazy, possessive kiss. With one hand, she nudged his aside, as if she was too sensitive, the fingers of her other hand playing with the flat disks of his nipples. He groaned and rubbed his denim-clad cock up against her.
She grazed his jaw with her teeth and, smile slow and very female, said, “I’m going to be a lazy cat and make you do all the work.” A shift up his body, her damp heat coming into contact with his abdomen.
Fuck!
Rolling over so she was pinned under him, he took a hard, slamming kiss before rising and somehow shoving off his jeans and underwear. His shoes and socks he’d kicked off earlier, so he was naked in a matter of seconds.
“My beautiful man,” Desiree said, her gaze leopard.
Covering her body with his own once more, he gripped the headboard of her bed with one hand, her thigh with the other. “You’re the beautiful one.” The words were rough, growled, but he meant every one. She was strong and sexy and just flat-out perfect.
Then his brain quit working, the erotic scent of her desire mingling with the scalding heat of her on the tip of his cock to make him a creature of pure raw need. Thrusting deep, he was aware of her body arching, her cry shattering the air.