Hunting Season: Werewolf Bodyguard Romance (Guarded by the Shifter Book 1) by Kate Rudolph (new reading TXT) 📗

He was plumping up, not completely hard yet but getting close, his thick length nestled in dark hair. She couldn't stop staring. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to taste him. She wanted it all.

Now would be the right time for her to strip. Owen stood before her, fully naked, cock in hand and ready for more, but there was something powerful to laying clothed while her man was fully naked and standing before her. She didn't want to give up the power just yet.

All it took was a crook of her finger to bring him forward.

"Don't I get to see you?" he asked. His eyes looked brighter than brown after a shift of his head moved his hair out of the way. He looked hungry, like some kind of predator, and she was his prey, but she was going to bring him to his knees.

"You're looking at me." He was close enough to touch now, and she ran a hand up one of his thighs and over the curve of his spectacular ass.

Owen groaned. "You know that's not what I mean."

Stasia could respond. There was probably some tart reply that would be perfect for the moment.

Instead she licked the length of his cock and then took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and memorizing his taste, earthy, masculine, and Owen.

He gasped and nearly fell over in surprise and Stasia took that for a win. Did he still think she was some stuck up princess? She'd show him.

Though there weren't actually any losers in this game.

She couldn't take him fully in without gagging. It had been a long time since she'd done this, and even if she had the practice, Owen was big. But her hand took care of what her mouth did, sucking him to fullness and luxuriating in the desperate sounds of pleasure he was making.

She could make him come like this. It wouldn't take that much work.

Just the thought of it had her own body shaking with want. She reached down, sneaking one hand into her pants and stroking her slick clit.

She didn't want Owen coming down her throat. She needed him inside of her.

And though it was torture to back up, she let go of him and laid back, leaving the hand in her pants for him to see.

Owen's eyes looked yellow, and there was a pointedness to his face that looked off, but Stasia blinked and it was gone. She gasped as she stroked herself, Owen's gaze a hot caress, even if he could only see the outline of her hand.

"You're evil," he said, his own hand back on his cock, but rather than stroking he was holding it tight at the base, too close to coming to do more.

Stasia had to pull her hand out of her pants. "Want me to stop?" There was no chance of stopping. Not now that Owen was there and hard and perfect.

"Never." It was a vow.

"Come here." She pulled him down on top of her and their lips crashed together in a kiss more intimate than sex. If he cared about where her mouth had been a moment ago, he didn't say a word.

Smart man.

She could kiss him all night, and she would have if her body wasn't demanding more. She could kiss Owen later, her body promised, as long as she got him inside of her now.

Yes.

Yes, that sounded very good.

Somehow they managed to get her clothes off and every inch of skin that she had pressed against Owen burned and demanded more. She could become addicted to him. Maybe she already was. Any thoughts of the spark between them fizzling out in the morning were long gone. Now that she'd tasted him, she couldn't give it up. Not now, not ever.

They rolled until Owen was on his back with her laying on top of him, his cock hard between them as they kissed. She got her fingers around him and stroked, swallowing down his moan. She almost crawled right on him then, and it was only the barest edge of sanity that pulled her off.

"Condom?" She might have had some stashed away somewhere, but her mind was too sex crazed to think about it. Owen, though, seemed like the kind of guy that came prepared. Under other circumstances she might give him hell for it, but today she prayed she was right.

"Wallet." The word was guttural, his ability to say much taken away by his hard cock, and it only made her hotter.

Stasia didn't want to pull off. If she was just a bit hornier she might have said damn the consequences and gone through with it. Instead, she scrambled off the bed until she found his pants and wrestled with the pockets until one offered up a leather wallet. And inside she didn't just find a condom, she found three.

"Should I be jealous?" There was coming prepared, and then there was this.

"All for you." It should have been cheesy. He was lying in her bed, his cock in hand, looking at her with lust in his yellowy-brown eyes, but it made Stasia's heart beat hard.

She had it bad.

But she wasn't backing down now, not even if the tiniest part of her worried that she was headed for heartbreak.

Getting the condom on his cock was another test of dexterity, but they managed between smiles and kisses.

And then Stasia climbed on, straddling him and guiding his cock to her entrance. He filled her up by inches, further and further until she was certain there was no space left inside of her, and yet, somehow, he still went deeper.

Their eyes locked and an awareness passed between them. For a moment she thought someone else was looking out of Owen's eyes, that flash of yellow she'd been seeing while they made love.

Should it have scared her? She didn't know. It didn't. It felt right in the same way all of this encounter felt right.

Meant to be.

She didn't believe in soulmates. She'd never been