Chapter Thirteen
A gasp escaped, vibrating through her whole body when Deacon pressed against her, trapping her against the wall.
Slowly running his hands upward from her waist and stopping just underneath her breasts.
He slid his leg between her thighs, allowing him the leverage to cup her breasts, gently pinching the hard nipples through her nightgown.
The turgid peaks created an ache deep in her core and all she wanted to do was rub all over him.
He bent his head and captured her mouth, and as his tongue ran over the seam of her lips, she opened to allow him to deepen the kiss.
His hard cock nestled right where she needed him.
When they broke for air, he ran his nose up her neck, leaving little love bites where her neck and shoulder met.
When he nibbled on her earlobe, her eyes rolled back as she gave herself up to the sensation.
Slowly, he ran one hand down her body until he reached the waistband of her gown, bunching up the fabric as the cool material highlighted the flush on her skin.
Butterflies fluttered as he teased the damp patch on her panties, sliding a finger under the elastic band.
She couldn’t stop the breathless little moan escaping as he brushed over her clit, gently rubbing circles of stimulation before giving the tender nerves a hard pinch.
The brief bite of pain flared her arousal.
“You’re going to make me come,” she breathed, her voice wobbly even to her own ears.
“I want you to come,” he countered, licking the shell of her ear. “I want you to come all night long.”
Questions were hard to think and articulate. “A-all night?”
“Mm,” he purred. “Shifters have a lot of stamina.”
“Stamina?”
Marion waited, hungered, for something to push her over.
As soon as his finger slipped inside her, her hips undulated as if they worked independently from her brain.
Never had she experienced anything as intense as the raw, masculine power contained in his body.
It caused her to purr like a damn cat in heat, and they’d barely started.
She wanted more. Needed more. To be filled with his big cock, fucked until she blacked out.
Giving herself over to the burning lust rising in her blood.
Deacon grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down until she wriggled them free and kicked them aside.
Then he yanked her gown off, and she stood bare under his heated gaze.
Admiration reflected in his eyes as he cupped her face and lowered his head until their lips touched.
He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened, and then dominated the very air she breathed.
She’d never experienced anything quite as intense, and they’d barely started.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
“You’re still dressed,” she breathed.
A wicked little grin tipped the corners of his mouth.
Making sure she was steady on her feet, he stepped back to reach for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Once more, his mouthwatering physique made her pant.
He gave a little striptease as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his feet, kicking them aside.
Going commando, his cock pointed at her, as if it knew where she waited.
Thick and long and hard, with a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip.
He took hold of the shaft, slowly pumping it, watching her like a predator centering on its prey.
He pulled her flush against him, claiming her lips and stealing her breath.
As he kissed her, his hands were everywhere.
Squeezing her ass. Tracing the curve of her waist. Kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were hard as diamonds.
She panted as he lifted her up in his strong arms, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them together.
She stared him in the eyes until she swore she saw her own soul reflected back.
The pounding of her heart only intensified as he carried her effortlessly to the large bed and knelt on the mattress.
“You want this?” he asked, his voice heavy with lust.
“I want you,” she moaned. “I want to feel you in me.”
He positioned her on the cool duvet, then slid his hands up her thighs, spreading her legs wide.
Deacon laser-focused on her pussy, rubbing one finger against her clit.
Sparks lit up inside her, causing an ache only he could ease.
When he leaned forward, she closed her eyes and waited with bated anticipation.
With his head between her thighs, she felt his hot breath against her core.
One swipe of his tongue along her slit caused stars to erupt behind her lids.
He pulled her sensitive clit into his mouth at the same time his finger eased into her opening.
The dual stimulation of having him lick her as well as his finger finding the spot inside her that made her lose control.
She grabbed at his shoulders, trying to let him know without words that she wanted his cock.
Wanted to feel him sliding in, filling her up.
Deacon took his time, and her pleasure wound tighter and tighter.
Then it snapped, tumbling her into a kaleidoscope of colors and a sexual haze that obliterated all her past lovers. Their memories turned to dust and even as she soared, she realized things were never going to be the same once their time together was over.
But that thought quickly faded as he moved up her body, leaning on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush her. He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips, and the eroticism of that only made her want him more.
“You want me?” he asked.
He wanted her to talk? She blinked, trying to focus on words. “Yes.”
“Beg me.”
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Deacon. Fuck me.”
“That’s right,” he murmured. “You’re at my mercy. I’m the predator come to claim my little prey.”
Reaching between them, their gazes locked on each other, he took hold of his big cock and lined it up against her slit. She was ready to be his, for as long as this lasted. The fat head broached her entrance.
Then he thrust his hips forward, the momentum hard enough to make her breasts jiggle.
There was nothing soft about his possession.
This was hard and fast fucking, giving no clemency as he plunged into her body, again and again.
Rushing her toward another orgasm that threatened to make her last one seem tame.
She couldn’t hold back, and truthfully, she didn’t want to.
Her hips bucked of their own accord as she exploded, letting out a sharp cry as she fell off the precipice.
“That’s right,” he growled. “Scream my name.”
“Deacon,” she managed to say.
“Scream it, Marion.”
She obeyed. “Deacon!”
“That’s right,” he almost snarled. “This perfect pussy belongs to me. Scream it again.”
“Deacon!”
He leaned back on his knees, grabbing her hips to bring her with him, until her lower half rested on his thighs.
He resumed his relentless fucking as he chased his own release.
Pounding into her. Forcing her to take every inch of him.
He came with a roar, burying himself so deep in her she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
Hanging onto the bliss until they both collapsed from exhaustion.
****
Deacon roused from slumber, blinking against the light, unsure if it was morning or afternoon, if twenty-four hours had passed or .
.. who the hell knew. The next thing that filtered through his head was the feminine body pressed against him.
Marion lay curled up next to him, gentle little puffs coming out of her mouth.
He could stare at her all day, and that scared the hell out of him.
When did this little human burrow under his skin?
Easing away, he grabbed some sweatpants and left Marion asleep.
He needed coffee like nobody’s business.
Padding downstairs, he set up his coffee maker and started fixing something to eat.
In this case, bacon and eggs. A few minutes later, Marion walked into the kitchen.
Even with mussed hair and a yawn, she was gorgeous.
“I hope you cooked enough,” she said, plopping down on the island chair. “If there isn’t, I’m stealing yours.”
He poured a cup of coffee, walked around to her, and kissed her on top of her head as he placed the mug in front of her.
“Cream and sugar?”
“Yes, please.”
He opened the fridge and grabbed the half-and-half and sugar and placed them on the island. His eyes widened in disbelief when he counted five teaspoons of sugar she dumped in the hot brew.
“How are you not diabetic?”
“Huh?” she asked, dumping so much creamer into the coffee, it turned almost white. “Oh. I don’t like coffee that much. Too bitter.”
“Then why drink it?”
“I like the caffeine and the sugar high. In about thirty minutes, I’ll have solved world peace.”
Deacon chuckled. “I don’t doubt it.”
A moment later he plated their breakfast and slid one in front of Marion before he sat next to her.
“So,” she started, picking up a piece of bacon and chomping down. “Let’s go over the plan.”
“Are you chewing and talking at the same time?”
Marion held up her white coffee. “Caffeine, remember?”
He rolled his eyes. Grabbing his phone, he quickly typed out a text and sent it. “Delaram deals in just about everything you can think of. That night you walked up to me in The Gin Room, he bartered to get into my arena to sell off some of his cache of weapons, which included explosives.”
“Do you know how odd it is to reconcile that an arms dealer is an animal?”
“We’re all animals,” he reminded her.
“True.” She held up a piece of bacon. “I’m not eating your neighbor, am I?”
Just then his phone beeped, cutting off anything he was going to say. He read the message, then showed it to her.
“We’re meeting him at noon at The Gin Room.”
“How are we getting around your need for your labyrinth?”
“I’m going to bring some of it with us. A mini-labyrinth.” He finished his coffee. “Let me put the dishes in the washer...”
“Nope, that’s my job. You cooked so I’ll clean up.” She hopped off the chair and picked up his plate. “So, once we get the explosives, we’ll head upstate?”
He nodded. “Wanna shower together?”
She finished, plopped in a dishwasher pod, and started it up. Turning around to face him, she raised an eyebrow. “To conserve water?”
“Yeah, sure. We’ll say that.”
Hurrying around the island, she practically threw herself into his arms. “Let’s go get clean.”
With a chuckle, he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder.
In the bathroom, they quickly undressed one another.
And when they stepped into the cubicle, Deacon banded an arm around her waist, molding her body to his as he captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
The hot water sluiced over their skin causing steam to rise.
Marion wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head back when he kissed his way to her throat.
Sucking on the pulse-point between his lips and leaving a little love bite behind.
He continued down, gently biting one nipple then immediately licking to ease the slight ache.
Continuing his journey, Deacon slowly fell to his knees in front of her.
He lifted one leg and placed it over his shoulder, giving him access to her pussy, and he wasted no time burying his face between her thighs.
As soon as his tongue rasped against her sensitive nub, her body arched like it had touched a live wire.
Her hands buried in his hair, pulling it almost too aggressively, but he loved her response.
It gave everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on fire.
He licked and sucked her in, sliding one finger into her heat.
Licking up and down, teasing all her nerve endings, his dominant side roared with her little cries echoing in the chamber. All her moans belonged to him as her body quivered beneath his fingers. She was so damn delicious, and when he hummed against her clit, it threw her over the precipice.
He had never seen anything more sensual, more desirable, than Marion. When her body finally slumped against the tiled wall, he surged to his feet and brought her leg up, keeping her open. Capturing her lips for a kiss, he angled his hips and thrust into her pliant body.
Her fingernails sank into his shoulders, the bite of pain seared through him driving his beast mad.
Deacon couldn’t believe how amazing she felt surrounding him, and he tried to take his time, but the pleasure shooting down his spine alerted him that he hovered on the edge.
So, he closed his eyes and sank into her body.
Into the pleasure catapulting across his mind.
“Harder,” Marion pleaded.
Her muscles tensed under his fingers, her body shaking.
Moving his hips faster, driving deeper inside her hot core, Deacon’s whole body clenched as his orgasm quickly rose.
Leaning forward, he buried his face into the curve of her neck as her body tightened around him.
Little mewls cried out, and he pulled her tight as his own climax hit.
For a long moment, they soared together, and then each of their bodies sagged as they shook in the aftermath.
He kissed her temple, knowing something just happened that changed the course of his life.