Esmerelda: A Rogue Enforcers Novel by Darlene Tallman (read 50 shades of grey .txt) 📗

dripping. “Keep that up and things will be over before they start,” I warn, which causes her to laugh as her hands roam my chest.

Despite being a polar bear shifter, I’m not particularly hairy in my human form, but what I’ve got seems to turn Esmerelda on as she rubs her chest against mine. The softness of her gown reminds me that at least one of us is overdressed so I reach for her hem and slide it up her body, forcing her to raise her arms. Once she’s naked, I pull her close, loving the feel of her hardened nipples against me. I can feel her arousal against my dick and while part of me wants to prolong things, I also know we need rest. Reaching down, I swipe my fingers through her folds before inserting one into her hot sheath. “I’d prefer something else,” she huskily pronounces as I thrust my finger in and out before rubbing against her clit.

“And you’ll have that, just want to make sure you’re ready,” I promise, continuing my ministrations. Already the magic that occurs whenever we’re making love is swirling around the room, lending an otherworldly feel to our encounter. “You want to ride, my sexy sorceress?” I ask.

“Absolutely,” she breathes out on a sigh before raising up. I notch the head of my dick at her entrance then watch her expression as she lowers herself until she’s fully seated. “Perfection,” she purrs, licking her lips.

“You planning to move or are you going to sit there all night?” I inquire, my hands now gripping her hips. If she doesn’t move soon, the flutters I can feel surrounding my dick will have me coming like a teenager who discovered how good touching himself feels.

She starts lazily raising and lowering herself, her hands on my shoulders to help her. Each time she comes down, she swivels against my pelvis and I feel her pussy clench. “Like this?” she teases.

“A little faster works for me too,” I advise through gritted teeth. If she doesn’t speed things up, I’m going to take over, which she must see in my eyes, because she lowers her face to mine and kisses me.

Soon, the only sound in the room over the long-forgotten television show is our skin slapping. When she throws her head back, I lean in and capture one of her turgid nipples between my lips and begin sucking while one of my hands reaches up to roll the other nipple between my fingers. Neither of us are into pain per se, but my mate has sensitive nipples as we’ve found out. “Oh goddess, Beast,” she moans, moving so fast she’s almost a blur. “So close. Please,” she keens out.

Esmerelda

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he asks as his tongue continues to flick my nipples. He’s been alternating back and forth, something that drives me wild, but I’m ready to explode. Instead of answering, I reach between us and gather some of my juices then begin circling my clit. His eyes darken and the hold on my hips strengthens which ramps me up further. I love when he loses control like he is right now. For whatever reason, this position seems to do the trick. “Ah, it’s like that hmm?” He adds his thumb to where I’m rubbing, the added pressure causing me to detonate, screaming his name as I continue to move up and down on him.

“Sugar bear,” I cry out. I feel as though I’ve fragmented into a million pieces, the sensations coursing through me shooting sparks throughout the room. Now putty in his capable hands, I hold on as he thrusts upward chasing his own release. Four thrusts later, I feel him swell inside as he bellows out my name. As I collapse on his chest, he pulls me close, so close I can feel our hearts racing while we both take deep breaths. “Magical,” I murmur, kissing his pec.

“Breathtaking,” he counters as he kisses my temple. “How it gets better each time is beyond me. Hell, we didn’t really have any foreplay,” he grumbles which makes me giggle. My bear likes to play, that’s for damn sure, and I’ve no doubt in my mind how much he enjoys our alone time. I’m one sated, happy witch.

Over and over throughout the night, we reach for one another. I don’t know if it’s because we’re both so worried about what is happening with Leigh and Ice that we’re seeking solace in each other’s bodies, but I’ll never turn my sugar bear down.

Never.

Arriving back home, we quickly unload the truck. Rather, Beast unloads the truck; when I tried to grab my magic bag, he growled something unintelligible to me, so I went inside and started gathering more things I think I’ll need for our trip to Brazil. Worried about how Ice might be handling the climate, I start searching my spell books to see if I can find one that will allow me to help him despite the distance between us right now.

“Whatcha doing?” Charisma asks, standing at the door of my magic room.

“Who let you in?” I counter, my back still to her.

“Beast told me to come on in,” she replies. Since I’m now aware of her presence, I wave at her to come into the room so I can continue searching. “I gather you guys are taking off tomorrow to rescue Leigh and Ice.” My blood congeals when I think of the other possibility, that they won’t be alive by the time we arrive, but I push that thought back.

“Yes, so I have to get more stuff together since I have no clue what we might be facing.”

“Essie, do you need me to come too?” she asks, worrying her lip. She’s powerful in her own rights as a vampire, but will be better served staying behind to help keep everything else going so I shake my head as Beast said he’d reach out to Colton to let him know she wouldn’t