He clutched her knee, moving her leg in the process, and hooked it around his hip. When she looked down at his cock in his hand, poised at her entranced, she noticed he’d put on a condom, realizing that was what he’d probably been searching for in the nightstand.
He pushed into her slowly, letting go of her knee and his cock at the same time and propping himself up above her. He panted, and she gyrated beneath him, trying to entice him to push into her fully. He felt hard and thick, but she was too wanton to care if it’d hurt.
His head fell to her neck on a groan. “Stop, angel. Lemme work it in.” He started rocking against her, pushing into her in increments that only drove her crazy. She reached up and grabbed his ass while wrapping both legs around his hips, pulling him toward her. “Fuck, fuck!”
“Yes!” She thrust against him and rotated her hips, inviting the sting of being fully penetrated.
It was enough to unleash his beast. Well, not technically—he was still fully human, but he sank down on top of Ariel, slid his hands underneath her shoulders to hold her in place, and then he started pounding into her. She clawed at his back, seeking purchase, and anchored her knees against his waist. And just felt. Felt Rob fuck her, possess her, own her.
Take her.
With that thought, heat flooded her core and her vagina convulsed around his cock as she flew into her second orgasm.
“Fuck me, you feel like heaven.” He licked a line from her neck to her ear and sucked on her lobe. “Again,” he demanded. Rob shifted his angle and thrust into her harder, faster, and she was powerless to deny him. Her body was his to command, and she gave him what he ordered, this time screaming as she came.
He shouted, riding through her peak, and still he was relentless. He pulled out and dove, his mouth latching onto her pussy, and he mauled her as he ate at her again. She didn’t think it was possible, but he was determined to wring every climax her body had to give. It took longer this time, her body shaking with indecision, not knowing if she could do it again but aching for it. When she finally came, she felt as if her body reached a state of euphoria unlike any other, the high the sweetest experience of her life. Barely aware, she felt her body turning as Rob placed her on her hands and knees, and when he entered her again, she was still coming from before. He pounded into her with near brutal force, and all she could do was ride the high. She heard a hoarse-sounding cry and realized it was her. She’d screamed so much that her throat was hurting.
Then with a roar that shook her, she felt Rob stiffen behind her and shove impossibly deep. He lifted her up so that she was sitting on his lap and held her down onto his cock as he came, his hips jerking with the force of his climax.
When the both collapsed onto the bed, Ariel was so physically and mentally exhausted that she couldn’t fight the sleepiness that was coming over her.
The last thing she heard was Rob whispering to her as he stroked her arm.
“You are so amazing. Rest, my beautiful ma…”
The rest was lost in the darkness.
Chapter Seven
Waking up with Rob’s body cocooning hers made Ariel feel like melting into him a little more. Which was exactly why she’d slithered out from the bed, threw on some clothes, and decided to work in the main house.
She wasn’t an idiot.
If she’d stayed, she would’ve been at his mercy. Probably having more sexual relations. Granted, her body would’ve enjoyed it—she was deliciously sore this morning—but her heart, er, her head would’ve been fighting the attraction. And she needed her head focused on her task. A task that was not exactly why she was here, but more peripheral. She argued with herself that gaining this knowledge would help with her primary objective—stabilizing the Woods’ aggressive mating needs—because it’d help her grasp everything as a whole. And it was a question that niggled at her from day one.
Where did these cat shifters come from? That was what she needed to learn. And why hadn’t anyone asked this question before? As far as she thought, everyone in the know just accepted them at face value since the history of their kind died with Thomas’ parents. But her scientific mind just wouldn’t concede to that. She needed concrete evidence that supported one of her theories. And said theories ran the gamut of far out possibilities, which were barrowed from comic strips, Area 51, and government lab experiments gone awry. She had other less dramatic theories, like gene mutation, or infection, or a combination of both of those things, or many other theories. She knew she was grasping at straws, but she had to start somewhere.
She’d been at it for hours, locked in the office, skipping breakfast, and hadn’t discovered anything to suggest any theory was more superior than the others. It was frustrating because she was searching blindly, but she had no other choice. She was in the middle of reading werewolf legends when she heard the handle jiggle on the small office door.