The Jaguar Star (Tales of the Were: Jaguar Island Book 4) by Bianca D'Arc (e book reader android .TXT) 📗

hands toward him. Frustration built along with her passion, but what he was doing to her with his mouth and talented fingers was enough to keep her distracted. Next time, she promised herself, she wouldn’t let him block her. She would get her chance to touch Ren the way she wanted, even if she had to plan a sneak attack on his bod.

Chuckling inwardly at the image in her mind, she smiled up at him as he rose over her. Ren’s head tilted to one side, as if considering her expression, and his eyes narrowed.

“What’s put such a smile on that pretty face of yours, eh?” he asked.

“Oh, you’ll find out…eventually.”

He grinned, using the tips of his fingers to tickle her waist as she began to laugh. “You want to tease? I advise you, it isn’t wise to tease a jaguar.”

“No?” she asked, breathless as he eased off tickling her. “But it seems like such fun.”

He seemed to ponder that for a moment. “I guess it all depends on the nature of the teasing, now that I think about it.” Green fire leapt in his eyes as he gazed at her. “Of course, teasing can go both ways.” He leaned down and nipped her shoulder, just hard enough to make her jump, but not in a painful way. Actually, the little nip was oddly exciting.

His lips trailed downward from her shoulder, over her chest. He paused to lap at her nipples, making her moan in delight. Then, he moved lower.

Parting her legs with his hands, he combed his fingers through the fine fringe that covered her most intimate places, parting and presenting her for his mouth. When his tongue touched the little sensitive nub between her thighs, she went off like a skyrocket, her body convulsing with pleasure as animalistic sounds issued from her throat. Damn, that felt good.

But he wasn’t done. He rode her through the pleasure, and she wasn’t even aware of it when he moved to cover her again. She felt it when the tip of his erection nudged at her opening, and her eyes blinked open in surprise to find him over her, his gaze meeting her startled eyes even as his body claimed hers.

He slid in, gently at first, testing the path, as it were. It felt marvelous, and she encouraged him silently, moving her hips to meet him. She wanted him so badly!

He didn’t make her wait, sliding home and pausing to let her adjust. Her breath left in a whoosh as he claimed her fully, her body accepting him as if she’d been made just for him. Maybe there really was something to this mating business, she thought idly. Then, he began to move, and all thought fled from her mind. Only sensation mattered. The slide of his body, the hardness, the heat. The way his eyes flared with green sparks as the magic inside him spilled over.

Everything about him was amazing, and she had never experienced the level of sensation she was feeling at that moment. She was pretty sure that her brain short circuited and only her senses remained, even overwhelmed as they were by his possession. She felt something warm in her heart, as if part of her being detached and joined with part of his, returning stronger and bonded to something she didn’t fully understand. Or, perhaps, she was just getting fanciful with all this talk of magic and other impossible things.

Ren’s pace increased, and her passion rose ever higher, reaching for something she wasn’t sure she could reach. It was almost scary how high he pushed her. The sensations rocked her world, making all memories of lovemaking with anybody else dim to nothingness by comparison. This was something totally out of her experience, and when he reached that ultimate crescendo, he took her with him into a sparkling fountain of desire that sizzled and exploded into a place she’d never even known existed. A place of unspeakable pleasure that made her body shiver and shake, even as her soul soared.

Ren held her through it all, stroking her hair after the crisis had abated, raining little kisses down on her as he cuddled her close. She felt so warm and protected. So…loved.

Incredibly. Wonderfully. Amazingly. Loved.

Chapter Sixteen

Time ceased to have meaning in the hours that followed. They would rise to eat, get cleaned up and then make love again. They made love in the shower, in the giant bathtub that easily fit them both. They made love in every room in Ren’s swanky house. Food appeared on the doorstep every few hours during the day, apparently delivered by some kind soul on the island who was thinking more clearly than they were.

Eating dinner the second day at Ren’s house, they sat at the dining room table, which had a gorgeous view out the front of the house, toward the ocean. Katrina still ate relatively little compared to Ren, and it still amazed her how much he could eat.

“I suppose that has something to do with your ability to shape-change?” She pointed toward his heaping plate of food as he looked up at her, a question in those startling green eyes.

“Shift. Shapeshift,” he corrected her. “We call ourselves shapeshifters, or just shifters for short. And yeah, we need a lot of energy to fuel our shifts, so we eat more than regular folk.”

“So, is everyone on the cast a shifter, then?” she asked, lingering over a breadstick. She’d finished eating already, but of course, Ren was still shoveling it in. She watched him indulgently.

“Not everyone,” he told her, pausing to send her a grin. “Just most of us.”

“Does that include the director?”

“Sonia?” Ren seemed surprised by the question. “No, she’s not a shifter, but there is something different about her. She’s allied with Mark, and by extension with our entire Clan. He’s the one who asked me to do the movie with her, to help get her career off the ground.”

“Why would Mark want to help an up-and-coming film director?”