I would say anything right now to get him back inside me, but it probably will. I believe in orgasms as a method of improving all kinds of things, including world peace, sexual healing and saving the planet.
“You sure? I don’t think this is a good idea.”
I reach for his cock and pull him back between my legs.
“Fuck.” He drags me down the bed and shoves in again, this time pinning a fist above my shoulder to keep me from sliding up. He shakes his head as he rocks into me. “You are the strangest female I’ve ever met.”
I’m used to this.
Believe me, I’m used to it.
But it’s not exactly what I want to hear during coitus. Call me old-fashioned.
He must see it on my face, because he changes to short, upward thrusts and lowers his head to my breast. “Sorry, sunshine. I didn’t mean that like it sounded.” He bites my nipples over my shirt, then shoves the fabric up and swirls his tongue over them.
I forgive him because-yeah-it feels great. I tilt my pelvis to take him deeper, squeeze my muscles around his cock.
“Fates, woman, you learned that trick in yoga, too?”
“Uh huh. I can lift my leg above my head. Want to see?”
“Fuck yes. But next time.” His knuckles brush my cheek. “Don’t want to jar your arm.”
I grip his shoulder with my good hand to feel the steel of his muscles as he picks up speed.
“What color?” he rasps. His eyes are such a bright shade of blue. I see his spirit animal so clearly now, shimmering beneath the surface.
A beautiful silver wolf.
“Green. Still green. Don’t stall, Titus.”
He lets out a snarl. I almost don’t see his human face anymore, just the wolf glimmering in my third eye. This is some kind of wild mating dance to the wolf. He’s a predator. I’m the prey. The sex is the chase and he’s so close to catching me…
“Sunny…” He pounds into me with brutal force, his face twisted with unspent desire.
I realize he’s waiting for me. “I’m ready to come,” I gasp. “Give it to me, Titus.”
He roars and bucks even harder.
My eyes roll back. I hear the plaster of the wall busting under the force of the bed slamming against it.
Titus comes.
I follow, my body perfectly synchronized to his. My internal muscles squeeze and milk his cock.
The wolf bares its fangs.
I scream when his head descends to my neck, eyes gleaming, teeth unnaturally sharp.
“Titus!” I shove him away with both hands and pain shoots through my broken arm. “Red,” I yelp. “Ow, fuck.”
Titus rears back, all the way off the bed. His tongue touches his teeth and his eyes fly wide. “Shit.”
I’m shaking all over. “Wh-what was that?”
“Nothing,” he says quickly, turning his back as he gets dressed. “I’m sorry I got too rough.”
Too rough.
That wasn’t it.
It was more like the veils between dimensions blurred for a moment there. Something from the spirit world tried to cross over.
And bite me.
But that doesn’t make sense.
That doesn’t happen.
I just had a very realistic vision, that’s all.
“I-I saw your spirit animal,” I try to explain. “It was so real it scared me.”
Titus stabs his fingers through his hair. “Oh yeah? What animal?”
“Wolf. I’ve told you that before. A silver wolf with…” I look sharply at his eyes, but they aren’t the bright blue of the vision, they are slate gray, like usual.
“With what?” he looks wary.
“Nothing. Nevermind. Sorry. I’m just being… strange again.”
Like he needed more evidence of my whack-o-ness.
Titus
FATES. I can’t believe I just tried to mark Sunny.
A human.
That doesn’t happen. That shouldn’t happen. Something’s seriously off with my wolf if he’s picking a human to try to mate with. After all these years, after him never choosing to mark Barbara, the mate I chose.
It’s insanity.
The worst of it is Sunny somehow knew. I don’t know what she sensed, but she screamed right when I was about to sink my serum-coated teeth into her flesh to forever mark her with my scent.
A bite that could be fatal on a human.
Fuck.
And now she’s scared.
And possibly hurt.
“You’re not strange,” I lie. My rational mind tells me not to get within ten feet of her, but the scent of confusion and pain fills the room, and there’s no way I can heed my own warning system.
She touches the goose egg on her forehead. “You know, I think I’m just hungry.” Her words come out shaky, but I don’t call her on the lie.
I’m not up for unpacking the whole shifter thing with her right now. Especially not the fact that I almost marked her.
Something is seriously off with my wolf.
“I’ll get you some food.”
“No.” She swings her legs off the bed and pulls on her clothing. “I can’t stand being cooped up so long. I’ll go with you.”
Of course. I knew she was flighty as hell. I can’t even keep the woman resting for half a day.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fine. A short outing. What are you in the mood for?” I seriously hope it’s not some kind of vegan shit.
“I could go for a big, juicy burger.”
Be still my heart. Maybe she isn’t so weird after all.
“Me, too, sunshine. Let’s go.”
Sunny
TAOS IS one of those small towns where you always know someone anywhere you go. The diner is no different.
I know Rebecca, our server, from yoga and authentic movement classes. Her eyes widen when she sees me come in with Titus. Well, nearly everyone has to look at him when we come in. He is pretty attention-grabbing. The huge, truck-like frame, the leather jacket. The silver beard and rugged good looks. He’s beautiful, and they know he must be new in town because they would’ve remembered seeing him before.