Raven’s Instinct (A Day Care for Shifters #6)

2 ALAN

By the time that Amy had exhausted herself enough to sleep through the fit she’d wound herself into, Alan was equally tired, and Kendra was sound asleep.

He paused in the door to their bedroom, gazing adoringly at Kendra. She had the sheet halfway over her, and was wearing something absolutely amazing underneath it that appeared to be comprised of scraps of silk and lace and tiny silver buckles.

Her hair was fanned out over the pillow, and one long leg was flung sideways outside of the sheet. She’d even put on heels, which Alan knew were only for his bennefit; she hated impractical shoes, but knew that Alan had a weakness for garters and heels paired together. Every inch of her was gorgeous and glorious, and there were goosebumps rising on her exposed leg.

Alan slipped off the heels, one by one, careful not to disturb her, traced her side with one hungry finger, then pulled the blanket gently over her. The sight of her had made him hard, but he didn’t want to disturb her. He turned off the light, shucked off his clothing, and slipped in behind her.

She gave a little noise of protest when he spooned around her, his cock pressed into her back, then sighed and snuggled close.

It was a while before he could sleep, trying not to rub himself against her, and when he woke up, he was still hard and she was grinding back against him.

It was pitch black in the bedroom, and the house was silent. One of his hands was around a lace-encased breast, and he realized he was kneading it.

He couldn’t have said how he slid from sleep to sex so seamlessly. It didn’t take much adjustment to be buried inside of her, stroking all of the strapped and satined parts of her as she moaned in pleasure.

Alan reached around to stroke her clit; whatever else her teasing garment managed, it did not have any parts in the way of pleasing her. They rolled together so that she was beneath him, kneeling, and he was grasping and thrusting and she was sighing in bliss as they road a wave of release together.

It might not have been exactly how they’d planned their first night on that mattress, but in some ways, it was absolutely perfect, and Alan felt a spike of joy and protectiveness that crested with his physical deliverance. Kendra was his. His soulmate. His partner. His…

Downstairs, there was a sudden shriek of outrage.

“My turn,” Kendra said with a sigh. She reached to turn on the light beside the bed and grabbed a towel. “I’ll get her down this time.”

“My hero,” Alan said. This new view gave him a whole new angle to appreciate her new undergarments. “My everything.”

She pulled a flannel bathrobe on over it from a landry bin, but he could still see the tease of her stockings beneath it as she blew him a kiss and went to the door. “I’m coming, Amy!” she called. “What do you have against letting people get some sleep?”

Alan cleaned himself up and remade the mussed bed while she got Amy down again.

He met her at the door and drew off the bathrobe.

“I think she’ll let us sleep this time,” she murmured.

“You sure that’s what you want to do?” Alan’s brief nap had refreshed him, and he could not get enough of Kendra in little bits of sexy fabric. He knew that he could be ready to go a second time with very little encouragement, and he knew just how to touch Kendra to make her gasp and shiver again.

“You’re very persuasive, Mr. Petrov,” she purred. “What other technical specs are we testing on this new mattress?”

Alan lay her down across the foot of the bed and kissed from her ankle up her leg. The stockings were sheer and caught at rough places on his hands. There was a delicious area beneath the garter belt that was bare skin, and Alan licked and kissed there, slipped first one finger and then another in to tease her. He sucked at her clit and played her like an instrument of love, coaxing quivers of delight from her, over and over until he was hard and ready again.

To his delight, she took her turn seriously, teasing him with her fingers and her flicking tongue, before she flipped him down underneath him with one of her new martial arts techniques. She rode him then, until both of them were panting and thrusting and he was stuck up underneath the bra part of her torturous garment trying to figure out the mysterious clasps as he held himself back to see her through another wave of orgasm.

He drew her down from that crest and rolled her beneath him, as happy just to be buried in her a little longer as he was to come again.

“Headboard,” she reminded him. “We still need to test the headboard.”

Alan reached for her wrists and pulled her up to grasp the railings. “Hold on, love.”

“Don’t take it easy on me,” she retorted.

He took her words as gospel and drove into her, hard and hot, feeling her rise to meet every stroke and thrust until they were both slick and sweating and he couldn’t keep himself back from coming a final time as she whined in ecstacy.

“I think… the bed… passes with… flying colors,” Kendra panted at last.

“I… concur,” Alan said, dropping his mouth to kiss her soundly. “And I approve of the testing uniform.”

“It pinches,” Kendra said frankly. “I think I will save it for special testing occassions.”

Alan helped her unclasp and peel out of it, then showered with her, taking a new kind of carnal pleasure in touching their sated bodies together as they cleaned off.

“Our first night in our first house seems to have gone pretty well,” Alan said, conveniently forgetting the dozen tries to get Amy down.

“There’s one more thing we have to try,” Kendra said as they dried each other off and dressed in pajamas.

Alan tried to think of what they hadn’t done yet. “Restraints?”

“I like the way you think,” Kendra said, standing up to give him a kiss. “But I was thinking of a flight. Ready to try out our porch?”

Alan’s raven gurgled in pleasure at the idea.

Kendra flung open the door and they stepped out together. There was barely enough room for both of them and the lawn chair that was out there, but it didn’t take long before they were scrambling up onto the railing and taking off into the air, wings spread.

Kendra flew silently and Alan felt noisy and awkward by comparison, but they were well-matched in speed and agility, and they cartwheeled up over the trees. Anyone who looked up would have seen only Kendra, pale in the darkness, though they would hear only Alan.

It was a short, indulgent flight; they didn’t dare leave Amy alone for long, and Alan knew they were running out of time for sleep. He would have to be at Tiny Paws in the morning, and Kendra had appointments. Beneath them, there were still little banks of spring-lingering snow that were bright spots in the shadows, but it smelled like a promise of warm days and happy companionship. They landed in unison on the porch railing and stayed as birds for a moment. Alan joyfully groomed Kendra’s speckled feathers, and she closed her eyes and clacked her short beak happily.

Alan fell forward and flowed into human form as he left the railing, turning to catch Kendra up in an embrace as she followed.

“Thank you,” she murmured into his collarbone.

“For what?” Alan wanted to know. “Mind-blowing orgasms? I could say the same.”

“For being my partner. For being my mate. For making me feel like it’s safe to buy a house with you. This is huge for me, and I feel good about it.”

Alan nuzzled the top of her head. “I do, too. I love you, Kendra. I can’t wait to live in this house with you.”

“I love you, Alan. I can’t wait to test more furniture with you.”