Then he was in me, driving hard, thrusting deep. I climbed up onto him, wrapped my legs around his waist, and forced him even deeper, my movements as frantic as his. There was little sound except the slap of flesh against flesh, and the heat of lust and sex was so fierce that the air shimmered with it. I came, screaming in pleasure, my body convulsing around his. Heard his answering growl, felt him come deep inside me, his body suddenly rigid against mine.
When I could finally breathe again, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, long and slow. “Well,” I said, with a somewhat cheeky grin, “that filled five minutes. What next?”
“Next,” he said, cupping his hands under my butt, “we take this to a more comfortable situation.”
“And the kitchen bench wasn’t?” I murmured, wiggling a little against him. Despite having come only heartbeats ago, he was more than half ready to go again. The stamina of an Aedh left a werewolf for dead.
“It was suitable enough for a quick encounter, but I’m planning our next campaign to be a long one, and that always requires comfort.”
He shouldered open a door to reveal another large room. A king-sized bed dominated the middle of it, but in the far corner sat the working skeletons of a bathroom—including the biggest damn bathtub I’d ever seen. You could practically swim in it.
“And what about the roast?”
“I ravish, we eat, then I ravish some more, until you can no longer take it and beg for me to stop.”
Which was almost word for word what I’d heard earlier. Trepidation shivered through me, but it was quickly lost to the assault of desire as he put his plan into action.
He was a man of his word.
And in the end, I did indeed beg him to stop.
* * *
The scent of coffee stirred me from sleep. I flared my nostrils and drew in the delicious scent—one that ran through the heavy aroma of sex that still clung to the air. Hunger stirred, but it was a sluggish sensation. Which aptly described the rest of me. Deliciously so.
Footsteps approached, but I didn’t bother moving or opening my eyes. “What time is it?” My words were muffled by the pillow I was facedown in.
“Nine o’clock.” Cutlery clinked as Lucian placed a tray beside the bed. “I have coffee.”
“I can’t move.”
“Not even for coffee?”
“Not even.”
He chuckled softly. The mattress dipped as his weight hit it. “Your phone rang about ten minutes ago. You want to see who it was?”
“I guess I should.” I made a weak “give me” motion with my hand and forced an eye open. It was Jak—he wanted to meet around lunchtime. I groaned, not sure I would even be capable of moving by then.
“Anything important?” Lucian asked.
“A reminder that I have to meet someone for lunch.” I let the phone drop back to the bed and snuggled deeper into my pillow. “But I’m not sure I’ll be able to do anything more than sleeping for the rest of the day.”
“And here I was thinking werewolves had stamina.”
His fingers began tracing lines up and down my back. While it felt nice, I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone go another round with him. And that was something I’d never thought would happen.
“As werewolves go, it seems I’m a poor specimen.”
“But you’re also half-Aedh. That should give you an advantage over regular wolves.”
“Not when my partner is apparently insatiable.”
He chuckled softly. “So you’re telling me you’re feeling no desire whatsoever right now.”
“I am.”
His hands slid down to the base of my spine, then over one butt cheek. “Not even the slightest stirrings.”
“Not even,” I murmured, stoutly ignoring said stirrings.
But the fact that the minute he touched me I seemed unable to tell him to leave me the hell alone had doubts stirring again. Not that those doubts did me a lot of good in this situation.
“Then if I do this”—his touch slid between my legs and gently caressed—”it will have no effect whatsoever?”
“None. Absolutely, totally zero.”
He chuckled softly and the bed bounced as he nudged my legs open a little wider. His caress found my clit and I bit my lip against the moan that rose up my throat. “Lucian, I’ve only had three hours’ sleep.”
“And?”
“And, I’d really rather—” His fingers slipped slowly inside me at that point, and the rest of the sentence was lost as my muscles clenched around him and pleasure shot through me.
“Ah, the stirrings of desire,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Let’s see if we can get it a little stronger.”