Chapter 7 Flynn
SEVEN
FLYNN
I watched Clark disappear around the corner but I couldn't bring myself to move away from the window.
My apartment was too quiet and empty after hours of his presence filling every corner with warmth and laughter.
And my hand still tingled where he'd touched it.
I showered twice a day and washed my hands before touching food and after going to the bathroom.
But now I was actually considering how I could not wash his scent off me.
I tried to focus on my evening routine where I could retreat into myself because none of the tasks required brain power.
I washed the coffee mugs, straightened the books Clark had moved and checked that the store was locked up.
But every few minutes I found myself pausing, remembering the way he had looked in my clothes and the careful way he'd held my poetry book.
I placed my hand on my cheek remembering how our fingers had intertwined on the couch.
“You're trouble,” I'd told him. But the truth was, I wanted that trouble more than I'd wanted anything in years.
My wolf was restless, pacing beneath my skin with an energy that had nothing to do with the approaching full moon and everything to do with Clark's lingering scent in my apartment.
I could smell traces of him everywhere—on the couch where we'd sat, in the air—and it was so sweet with that underlying note that made my pulse quicken.
I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when the knock came. Who was that? I couldn’t recall the last time someone came to my place in the evening?
The tapping was so soft I might not have picked it up but my wolf had better hearing than I did. I was giddy, thinking it might be who I wanted it to be more than anything.
And as I walked toward the door, I caught his scent.
He came back. I tamped down my excitement, telling myself he was returning my clothes.
But when I opened the door, Clark stood in my hallway, still wearing my sweater.
His cheeks were flushed from the night air, but he was bouncing on the balls of his feet and clenching and unclenching his fists.
"I forgot..." he started and shook his head as if he wanted to take back the words. "No, that's not true. I didn't forget anything."
"Clark."
"I got halfway home but I didn’t want to be there. There was someplace else that was calling to me.” He paused and gulped a mouthful of air. “I kept thinking of what you said about connection and risk and whether it's worth what you might gain."
His words tumbled out as if he was afraid he'd lose his nerve if he slowed down. "And I think... I think it is. Worth it, I mean."
I stared at him, my heart doing something complicated in my chest. "What are you saying?" He had to be clear because I wasn’t great at deciphering coded language.
"I'm saying I don't want to go home tonight. I think about you all the time, and seeing you today, being in your space..." He stepped closer. “I want to find out what this is between us."
My wolf was running around in circles inside me, making him and me dizzy and my mind was listing the reasons why this was a terrible idea.
He didn't know what I was. As a human, he didn’t have a clue that shifters existed. I had a wolf nestled inside me and there were so many complications that came with getting involved with a shifter. If we did this, there’d be no going back.
"You don't know what you're asking for.” I couldn’t say more though he deserved to hear it.
“Tell me." He brushed his fingers over my jaw. "Help me understand."
His skin on mine sent heat racing through my veins. I was losing this battle. The secrets I was keeping felt insignificant compared to how he was looking at me. No one had ever looked at me like I was something precious, not even my folks.
"Clark.”
He closed the last few inches between us and his hands framed my face as he kissed me.
The first touch of his lips were tentative. Was he giving me a chance to pull away? When I melted into him instead and gripped my own sweater on his shoulders, Clark moaned and deepened the kiss.
I savored the taste of coffee on his breath and when his tongue swept across my lower lip, I opened for him.
In my mind, I worried I came across as not a very alpha-ish alpha.
I didn’t take charge or demand in a relationship, not that I’d had one in years.
I viewed any partner as an equal but I was so out of touch, so I let him guide me.
Every instinct told me this was right and it was what we'd been building toward from the moment he’d walked into my store.
"Flynn," he said into my mouth.
Gods, he wanted me. That was what I heard in his voice and heat surged through me.
I backed us into the apartment and kicked the door closed behind us without breaking the kiss. Clark's hands were in my hair. His fingers threaded through the strands as our tongues curled around one another and made my knees weak.
"Are you sure?" We broke apart for air. I had to hear it from him, though unless my mind was offline for maintenance, his message was clear.
His answer was to pull my sweater over his head and toss it aside, baring the lean lines of his torso. "I've never been more sure of anything."
The sight of him rumpled and wanting me, shattered the last of my restraint. This was happening. I kissed him again, harder this time while backing him toward my bedroom.
We barely made it to the bed, and as my hands shook, I helped him out of his jeans. When he reached for my henley, I closed my eyes as his fingers skimmed against my skin.
"Gods.” He stroked around my nipple. “You're beautiful."
No one had ever called me that. Intimidating, yes. Difficult, certainly. But Clark said it like he meant it. Maybe he saw something in me that I'd never seen in myself.
The thought should have been terrifying.
I pulled him onto the bed, rolling us so he was beneath me, his dark hair spread across my pillow. The lamplight cast everything in warm gold and illuminated his skin.
"Tell me what you want.” I pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot just below his ear.
He placed his lips against my ear. ”You. Just you. But—“
Damn. He was going to back off or point out something about me he didn’t like.
“We’re both wearing too many clothes.”
That was a problem I looked forward to solving.
The cool air of the bedroom hit my skin, raising goosebumps, but it was Clark’s gaze that seared blistering heat into my body.
His eyes roamed over my chest while his fingers explored my back.
He touched the roughness of my scars which were souvenirs from a territorial skirmish, and I waited for questions, but there were none.
He went back to teasing and pinching my nipples. I hissed and my hips jerked against his. He placed a soft kiss on my collarbone followed by one in the hollow of my throat.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he murmured.
That was easier said than done when every nerve ending was alight and the scent of his arousal filled my nostrils. My hands slid into his hair before guiding his mouth back to mine.
This kiss was less frantic than the earlier one. His tongue slid against mine and the heat built like a molten coil. My hips rocked against his, seeking friction while drawing a low groan from him that vibrated against my lips. The sound went straight to my cock which was already hard.
Clark scrambled to push his boxers off while I shimmied out of my jeans and briefs in one awkward movement. His human body was fragile in comparison to my shifter strength and I gently lowered myself onto him as the stiffness of his cock pressed against mine and made us both gasp.
His hands brushed over the curve of my ass, pulling me closer and grinding our hips together. The friction was exquisite and I imagined sparks zinging along my skin. I rocked against him, setting a slow, deep rhythm, my cock sliding against his while the pungent scent of slick drifted over us.
“Gods, you feel good.” I grazed my teeth over his collarbone and tamped down the urge to mark him as mine.
He slid a hand between us and wrapped his fingers around both our cocks. The firm pressure had me thrusting into his grip while my hand covered his and guided his strokes. His thumb swiped over the head of my cock and charged my body with jolts of pleasure.
The room filled with our panting and skin gliding against skin, along with the wet, rhythmic sound of his hand working us both. The lamplight highlighted the sheen of sweat on his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“Never.”
I lowered my head, capturing his mouth again in a kiss as he pumped both our cocks.
“I’m close, Flynn,” he mumbled into my mouth.
“Me too. Come with me.”
My cock slid against his within the tight circle of our hands. The pressure built and I focused on his face. He groaned and closed his eyes and cum spilled from his length. My orgasm ripped through me like a wave of white-hot ecstasy. I thrust hard and spurted over his hand and onto his stomach.
Clark’s chest heaved beneath me as his flushed skin gleamed in the lamplight.
“Okay?” I murmured and brushed my lips over his brow.
He nodded against my shoulder. “More than okay.”
We lay wrapped in the quiet aftermath of our orgasms and the only sounds were our breaths and the faint hum of the city. But I was greedy for him and my hand drifted lower, tracing over his spine and the curve of his ass. He shivered and his cock stirred against my thigh.
“Flynn?”
I met his eyes. The dazed look was gone, replaced by heat.
“I want more,” I admitted as my thumb traced the swell of his ass cheek.
His hands cupped my face. “I want you inside me.”
My hand slid between us again and my fingers found his hole. I patted around his entrance, slippery with slick and eased in one finger. Clark gasped but urged me to continue. He was so tight and warm, and I pushed in to the first knuckle. I applied gentle pressure, in and out, and he groaned.
My cock throbbed, imagining being sheathed inside his heat.
“More,” he whispered. “Another finger.”
I pressed another in beside the first. He hissed and his hands fisted the sheets.
“Breathe,” I reminded him, my own breath coming fast. I crooked my fingers and Clark writhed in the bed. His body shuddered. “Oh my gods, yes. That’s so good.”
Moments later as I finger fucked him, his body jerked violently, a strangled cry tearing from his lips. More cum streamed from his length.
When he opened his eyes, he yelled, “Fuck! What was that?” He trembled and I held him close until his breathing returned to normal.
I’d enjoyed watching him unravel but now he begged me to put my cock in him. “I love your fingers but I need all of you.”
I positioned myself between his legs and hooked his knees over my forearms, lifting his hips. The position opened him wide, making him vulnerable. My gaze locked on his but all I saw was trust.
I lined up the thick head of my cock against his entrance. Heat radiated from both our bodies and I pressed forward, agonizingly slowly, feeling the incredible tightness yield inch by inch.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I pushed deeper until I was buried to the hilt, enveloped in slick, clenching heat. We both panted, suspended in the intensity of that first full coming together.
“Gods, you’re so tight. You feel incredible.” The words were inadequate but I hoped my length, lips and hands would do the talking for me.
“Flynn, move.”
I pulled back slowly, savoring the journey and how his body clung to me and was reluctant to let go.
Then I thrust back in, this time much faster.
Air whooshed out of his mouth and a moan vibrated deep in his chest. I set a slow, deliberate rhythm with long, deep strokes. Being inside him was so good.
“Harder,” he gasped, his hips lifting to meet my next thrust. “I need to feel you more.”
I rammed into him, the pace shifting from tender to demanding. The slap of skin against skin filled the air and mingled with our gasps and moans. I angled my hips to hit that special spot inside him.
“Yes! Right there! Oh gods!” His cock jerked as he clenched around my length.
The world consisted of heat, friction and the tight, wet clasp of his body. The scent of him, of sex and sweat flooded my senses and overwhelmed me. My thrusts became faster, losing any semblance of rhythm, and just driven by need.
“I love fucking you,” I growled against his damp skin, the words ripped from some deep place inside me. They were so unlike me, but I’d never experienced anything like this.
“Don’t stop because I love your thick, hard cock!” he panted.
I fucked him harder as sweat rippled into our curves. We didn’t speak much. It was my cock inside him, sliding in and out, building pleasure until we were ready to topple off the cliff.
Clark grabbed his bouncing length and pumped it in time to me plowing into him. But the frantic tugging made his eyes glaze, and he cried out. His body convulsed as his release claimed him and cum splashed over his chest and stomach.
I couldn’t hold on much longer and the sight of him tugging his cock tipped me over the edge.
The coil inside me snapped. With a final thrust, buried deep inside him, I came.
Intense pleasure exploded through me. My vision whited out as I pulsed into him, wave after wave of ecstasy tearing a deep roar from my chest.
"Flynn?" Clark's voice was soft, drowsy.
"Mmm?"
"I'm glad I came back."
I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent of his hair mixed with the lingering sweetness of our connection. "So am I."
He didn't know he'd just spent the night with a shifter. Eventually, I'd have to tell him. But for now, he was in my arms, and my wolf was more at peace than he had been in years.