Chapter 8 #3
Then, somehow, her pants were gone, as well.
She had a lucid thought about the time he slid between her naked thighs, but it was gone in the next moment as his tongue pierced her center in a warm invasion that made her squeal.
She might’ve given a thought to all the men and cats she’d seen crawling all over the large building site—if she’d had a coherent thought to give.
As it was, she was focused solely on what Mark was doing to her.
A little more of that…right…there… And she came like a rocket, a guttural groan of release torn from her throat.
He rose up, claiming her lips with his once more as he then slid into her slick warmth, possessing her utterly.
She hadn’t meant to have sex with him just yet, but as she felt him begin to move inside her, she couldn’t really understand why she had wanted to deny herself this amazing pleasure.
Mark was magic. His movements were knowing and perfect. His timing impeccable.
And if he got a little out of control there toward the end, she was even more turned on by the fact that she could make him lose it like that. Talk about sexy. Rawr.
Shelly clung to him as he rocked them to the stars and back.
Her fingers explored the muscles of his shoulders and chest, loving the feel of him.
He was so big and warm, and hard-bodied in a way she hadn’t really expected a multi-billionaire to be.
Then again, he was a shifter. She’d seen his cat.
She knew the jaguar was a sleek, muscled creature of instinct and cunning. Just like his human side.
She marveled at his gentleness. That was unexpected. He rolled them so that he lay on the ground, and she covered him like a living blanket.
“I’m sorry if I rushed you, mi amor, but I couldn’t wait.” He was still inside her. Less rigid now, after his climax, but still a presence that made her take notice.
She placed nibbling kisses on his collarbone, her head resting on his shoulder.
She was perfectly comfortable on top of him, though the thought crossed her mind that maybe she was too heavy for him.
She would have moved…if she’d had the energy.
But he didn’t seem to mind. She figured a man as sure of himself as Mark would put her where he wanted her, and it sure felt like he wanted her on top of him right now. Thank goodness.
“I don’t mind,” she told him sleepily. “I liked it.”
He chuckled, a low throaty sound that vibrated through his chest. “Just like?” His hand ran down her spine, raising goose bumps of renewed desire in their path. “I’m going to have to try harder then.”
“If you try any harder, I might just faint from the pleasure,” she told him honestly, starting to feel frisky again as his hands continued to run over her body, pausing here and there to tease and tantalize.
She felt his cock stir within her. Impossible, right? It was too soon. But he wasn’t entirely human… Maybe that meant… Oh, yes…it certainly did.
This time, she took the lead. She sat up, impaling herself more fully as his cock hardened to a steel rod within her. Oh, yeah. He felt so good.
She began to move on him, her hands on his shoulders for support, her knees on the ground on either side of his narrow hips. She had never been so brazen before. Making love in broad daylight, knowing there were other people in the area who might happen upon them at any time.
Hell, they were shifters. They probably could hear what was going on, or smell it or something.
They had super-senses. But somehow, that didn’t bother her.
Miguel and his family had left the site.
There were no other children around. Just a bunch of big, burly members of the construction crews and the men who had chosen to prowl around in their big cat forms.
Would she mind if they saw her fucking their boss into the next galaxy?
What kind of thought was that? Shelly had never been into exhibitionism. But there was something tantalizing in that forbidden thought…
Mark’s hands rose to cup her breasts, playing with her nipples, pinching with just the right pressure. Her head fell back as a moan tore through her body. Shit. No way those sensitive shifters hadn’t heard that mating call. Was she trying to draw attention?
The honest truth was that maybe she was. Some instinct inside her wanted the jaguars to witness her claiming of their Alpha, though why her mind phrased it exactly that way, she had no idea. But…her instincts had never steered her wrong so far.
Fire arced through her body as a small climax hit her.
She saw sparkles of fiery light before her eyes, but wasn’t sure if they were real or some kind of optical illusion.
Probably the latter. Mark was the magic man.
He had proved himself capable of making her feel all sorts of new sensations that she’d never experienced before.
She looked up and met the blue eyes of Heinrich, the pilot. He was standing a few yards away. Watching.
A secret thrill shot through her body as she turned her head slightly.
And met the steely gaze of Nick, the bodyguard who had been so mean to her on first acquaintance. He was staring at her now, his eyes filled with the gold of his cat.
More intense vibrations went through her, driving her pleasure higher. Holy shit. She was an exhibitionist!
She turned her head again and found more men watching. Some were naked, as if they’d just shifted from cat to human. And some of those had their hands on their cocks. Hard cocks. Excited by the view.
And that excited her more.
Mark pinched her nipple, drawing her attention back to him.
“Don’t let them trouble you. They are here to bear witness. That’s all,” he told her. She didn’t really understand what he meant but was beyond caring as his other hand went to her clit.
A few delicate strokes and she went higher than she had before, crying out his name as she came and came. She felt his warmth erupting into her, like the volcano in which they lay must have done millennia ago on a much grander scale.
The heat rose in her, scalding her in the most intense pleasure of her life. Sparks flew between them, shooting from her fingers into the volcanic rock beneath the forest floor. Absorbed into it. Welcomed home.
Or maybe it was all an illusion. Shelly couldn’t be sure what was real and what was fantasy anymore. Mark had made the impossible come to life, and the pleasure he gave her as they came together fuzzed the edges of reality too much for her to comprehend exactly what was happening.
She collapsed on top of him, aware of the jaguar eyes on them. She knew they’d been seen, and that knowledge made her feel like a cat herself. A very satisfied cat who had just claimed the cream.