Chapter 18
Anthony
The next morning, we both had to work, so I set the alarm extra early. I'd never tried to get ready with a woman in the house. Who knew how long it would take? Skye showered first while I sat on the front porch and drank a cup of coffee.
I heard her coming down the stairs, and when she opened the door, she wore a towel and nothing else. “I’m done freaking out,” she said.
I laughed and held out my hands to take hers. “You’re entitled to it. I’m surprised at just how well you handled all this.” I pulled her close. “How are you really feeling?”
“It’s all a shock but at the end of it all, you’re still Anthony. No matter what you are, you’ve never been anything but Anthony to me.”
I stared at her for a long time before speaking. “You really mean that?”
She nodded with her gaze full of emotion and I knew she did mean it.
Skye’s damp hair was sexy as hell and knowing that there was nothing under that towel was killing me.
She bit her bottom lip, tilting her head so that her emerald eyes sparkled in the predawn light.
I leaned forward slowly and pressed my lips to hers.
She opened her mouth in invitation, and I didn’t hesitate.
I scooped her up and carried her inside, pressing her against a wall just inside the door. Her arms wrapped around my neck; legs hooked around my hips. When I pressed flush against her, I could feel the heat of her core through my pants. My rapidly stiffening cock rebelled against its restraint.
Though, as badly as I wanted her, I also wanted to slow down and take my time. Every part of me longed for her, wanted to bite her, make her mine. I needed to control myself, lest I end up doing something she wasn't ready for. Not to mention we had to be at work in a short hour.
Adjusting my grip on her thighs, I carried her through the house, up the stairs, and to my bed, kicking the door shut behind us.
Her skin smelled like citrus and imagining her using my body wash in my shower awoke an entirely different beast. An image from the morning in the shower slammed into me and I remembered her kneeling before me, white dripping from her breasts, sliding down her stomach.
Slowly, I lowered her to the bed. Her arms loosened from my neck and she pushed her fingers into my hair, scraping her nails lightly across my scalp. A chill ran through me at that. God, but that was a feeling I didn’t know I’d enjoy.
I reached for the spot where the towel tucked around itself, keeping it closed, and tugged on it until it came undone.
Her body was perfection to me. Pushing the towel open further, I lavished attention all across her skin.
Her nipples didn’t escape notice, her slightly ticklish ribcage, the super fine fuzz on her belly, her adorable belly button.
I worked my way down slowly, watching the anticipation in Skye’s half-lidded gaze.
Her nails grazed my scalp again and my chest rumbled with something that would’ve sounded like a purr if I’d been less masculine. I cleared my throat and Skye giggled, reaching for my head again. I distracted her.
My tongue flicked across her sex, making her hiss in pleasure.
Her fingers curled into the blanket instead of my hair.
The taste of her was sweeter than the citrus on her skin.
I could imagine getting addicted to it like a drug.
She squirmed as I lapped her up, intent on getting my fill.
I kept my eyes on her form, watching each muscle contraction, her beautiful breasts jiggling with each motion.
Damn, she was gorgeous.
And she was mine.
The urge to bite her pulled at me hard, to sink my teeth into her thigh right there, to see the mark of my clan on her skin. I groaned, fighting it back, but it was a near thing.
I pushed her further back on the bed, then climbed on.
She looked at me, her breathing shallow and gasping, and she squeaked as I grabbed her and settled her thighs around my head.
My tongue dove back in, and she fell forward to her hands.
I ran my hands over her ass, massaging, spreading her cheeks, smacking one lightly.
Her hips bucked, thighs squeezing my head slightly, and the noises that she was making were music to my ears.
I took the whole of her into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue rapidly.
My hands on her ass prevented her from moving too much, but she still ground herself on my face.
I was too busy enjoying every second to mind much.
I smacked her ass again, then smoothed my hand over the sting I was sure she’d felt.
Her cries, her whimpers were going to be my end, but I needed to be hers first. Still, I couldn’t help it when one hand slipped down my stomach and teased my cock.
I gripped it hard and stroked slowly while my tongue sucked at her.
With a sharp cry, she folded in on herself, her muscles tensing and releasing as her juices flowed freely.
I kept my tongue going, determined not to let anything go to waste.
She heaved a few gasping breaths as she rode out her orgasm and I finally slowed, allowing her to catch her breath.
My hand continued to stroke my dick and she noticed when she turned her head.
Chuckling, she crawled away from my head and down the bed. She moved my hand away and swiped her tongue across the tip before taking me wholly into her mouth. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed her head and my hips jerked. Shit, her mouth felt fantastic there.
But she didn’t stay long. A few pumps and then she was straddling me.
Backward.
“Reverse cowgirl, huh?” I asked.
She gave me a sultry glance over her shoulder, grabbed me, then lowered herself down.
I’d be lying if I said that her backside wasn’t sexy as all hell.
From the curve of her spine to her smooth cheeks that had a slight pinkness to them, courtesy of yours truly.
There was so much unmarred flesh that needed a nibble—
No, dammit. My jaw hurt from clenching down on the temptation. Skye was both enticing and distracting, becoming the latter as soon as she started moving. I grabbed her hips, but she didn’t need my help. She built up a rhythm all on her own, bouncing up and down, her muscles tight.
I could watch that all day, every motion she made, her damp hair sliding over her shoulders, basically using me to get herself off. Licking my lips, I smacked her ass again. If it was possible, her muscles tightened further, and I groaned in time with her.
Fuck.
Unable to take it any longer, I lurched up and grabbed her, turning so that she was on her hands and knees. She went down to an elbow, her other hand disappearing beneath her. I slid my hands along her spine, then gripped her hips and gave it to her the way she liked it.
Hard and rough.
“Anthony, yes!”
The sound of my name on her lips drove me crazy and I felt my dragon fighting for control. The need to claim her was overwhelming. I tried to focus on the physical climax that was approaching. Skye’s cries urged me on, and I picked up speed, feeling the increasing tension just before release.
“Hah, yes, yes!”
Gasping with the intensity of it, I came.
My seed exploded from me like a tidal wave taking out a flood wall.
Skye tensed around me, and I knew she was right behind me.
I thrust several more times to expel every bit of my orgasm and drag hers out as long as I could.
We were both breathless, and I nearly collapsed on top of her.
With my dragon behind me, I could go all day, but between fighting back the mating urge and concentrating on Skye, that had taken more out of me than I'd been prepared for. Plus, we had to get to work.
And I still wanted more.
I ended up picking up a surgery at the hospital late Monday afternoon, so I didn’t see Skye again until Tuesday at work. And things were going great. We’d talked on the phone for a long time Monday night, to the point that I needed an extra cup of coffee on Tuesday.
I didn’t bring up the bite again. She was tentatively okay with everything. The last thing I needed was to freak her out again. If we had sex, I wasn’t sure what I’d do but moving too fast wasn’t the answer.
When she’d had time to adjust to the fact that I wasn’t completely human, then we could talk again. There was still plenty for us to figure out.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t as easily put off the further conversation with my father.
He texted during the workday Tuesday and asked me to stop by when I finished my shift.
I was so tired that I couldn’t think of a good reason to refuse, so off to my parents’ house I went.
I told Skye I’d text her later. All I wanted to do was find her and cuddle up to watch a movie or something, but no, on my way to their house, I got a phone call.
“Hey, Sammy, what’s going on?” The clan witch didn’t call me very often.
“Hey, Anthony. Sorry to bother you.” She sounded uneasy.
“It’s no problem at all.” I spoke to my car’s stereo system, since I had my phone Bluetoothed in through it. “What can I do for you?”
“As a clan witch, I’m beholden to report everything to you, the alpha.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. “That’s how I understand it.”
“Your father called and asked me to be on standby. He told me that you’ve revealed to a human that she’s your fated mate and told her all the clan secrets.
He said if it looked like she couldn’t keep her word, that I’d need to step in.
And he tried to get me to keep it quiet.
” Her voice went hushed. “I thought you should know, even though it feels a lot like tattling.”
“No, you’re not tattling. As you said, it was your duty to notify me. And I’m sure that if Skye tells anyone anything, you’ll be called, but that will be my decision to make, not my father’s.”
She laughed shakily. “Okay, Anthony, thanks for taking my call.”