half-hearted protest in favor of the incredible sensations he was pulling from her body. He methodically stroked her with his tongue, his sighs and moans showing exactly how much he was enjoying his task. When her hips began moving, he encouraged her, his lapping tongue moving faster and faster until she was fucking his face, eager for the orgasm just on the edge of her senses. When it hit, she bucked up against him with a groan.
But he didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept sucking until her hips were moving again, her fingers clutching in his hair. Another, stronger orgasm started to build, frightening her with how badly she wanted it. She felt something enter her and knew from the stretch that he’d added some fingers, fucking in and out of her, driving the sensations even higher.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She could hear herself chanting softly, barely aware of what she was saying.
In answer he pulled her clit into his mouth, strumming it lightly until she was gasping her pleasure, the orgasm so strong her entire body bowed around his head, her fingers tightening in his hair until it had to hurt.
He waited until she sank back down onto the mattress before prowling up her body.
Once again the iris of his eyes was swallowed by the pupil, making his eyes appear black rimmed in gold. It was the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
He thrust into her, powering into her. This time it was his hands clenching in her hair. He pulled her head back, using her body with each and every powerful thrust of his cock. He growled softly and buried his face in her neck, biting hard enough to suck up a mark, his hips snapping faster and faster against her.
Once again she was going to come. It was building, higher and higher, his cock brushing that incredible spot inside her with each pounding drive into her body. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her, grimacing when his hands tightened and pulled her head even farther to the side, exposing her vulnerable neck.
He picked another spot, biting and sucking, growling long and low against her, his cock moving so fast she knew he was about to come. She wasn’t far behind him, but this time she was determined he would go first. His panting breaths fanned her neck. “God.
Love. Coming. Come. My witch.
Without thought she reached down and stroked her clit, her fingers brushing against the base of his wet cock. With a strangled moan he came, jerking against her in short, stabbing strokes.
She let go, her own orgasm washing over her in blinding waves, her body clutching his like it never wanted to let him go.
Chris slowly lowered himself beside her, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. “I think I could get used to a morning person.” He grinned at her, his chest heaving, his arm draping around her waist.
She shook her head at him, feeling too good to take issue with the male satisfaction on his face. Besides, making her come three times? She figured he deserved a little smugness. She glanced at the clock and winced. “I hate to tell you this but I have to get up.”
He snuggled into her, his knee between her thighs, his head on her chest. “No you don’t.”
“Yes I do, you big baby. I have to go to work.”
“Call out sick.”
“Can’t. I have a big project due today.”
“But you’re so warm,” he grumbled.
“Chris!”
“Fine.” He huffed, but he let her go, rolling onto his back with a pout.
“I’ll see you after work, you big baby.”
“Mm-hmm.” He was already curling up around her pillow. “Smells good.”
With a sigh, he slid back into sleep. She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face.
“Sleep tight, wolfman.” She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I like you too.”
Christopher woke to the sound of a loud thud. He stretched, grateful for the extra sleep Lana had—
“Get
Christopher lurched out of bed, grabbed his jeans, and began shoving his legs into them. Lana sounded pissed, but worse, she sounded scared.
“What in hell is wrong with you?” Gareth was bellowing like a wounded bull. “You want to wind up a smear on the landscape?”
Gareth? What the fuck was he doing that Lana sounded scared? Christopher was at the bedroom door pulling it open when Lana screeched. “Let
He thundered barefoot down the stairs just in time to see Gareth land on the floor, hands cradling his balls. “What the fuck is going on?”
Gareth was rolling around on the floor, his face a rictus of agony. “Owww.”
Lana flipped her hair over her shoulders, glaring at Gareth. “He grabbed hold of me and threatened to tie me up!”
“She was going to go to work!”
Christopher crossed his arms over his chest and glared at them both. “Work?”
“I wasn’t leaving the house!” Lana threw her hands up in the air and flounced onto the living room sofa. “I realized over breakfast that it would be too dangerous to go into the office, so I called work and told them I needed to telecommute for the next couple of days.” She waved her hand towards Gareth, who was just picking himself gingerly up off the floor. “Doofus over there saw me heading for the staircase to tell you what was going on, thought I was leaving the house and assaulted me.”
“I did not attack you!”
“You picked me up off the floor and threatened to tie me up!”
Christopher shook his head and headed past Gareth into the kitchen. It was too damn early in the morning to listen to his mate and his brother bickering without the fortification of caffeine. Besides, he bet Gareth had done exactly what Lana said he’d done. Big brother could be more than overprotective at times. He could be a real pain in the ass.
Christopher tried to look on the bright side. At least he knew if anything happened to him, Lana would be well guarded. The volume of the fight increased. He could hear Gareth threatening to stuff Lana in a closet for her own safety.
He winced.
“Good morning, Chris. Need a mug?”
“Good morning, Annabelle. I would love a mug, thank you.”
She smiled serenely, ignoring Lana’s voice threatening to do more than just kick Gareth’s prized jewels if he ever laid a hand on her again. “Sugar? Cream?”
Christopher took a seat at the banquette and absently scratched his chest, stifling a yawn. “Yes, please. Do I smell Danishes?”
She put the mug in front of him, her expression merry. “Yes, in fact you do. Lemon, cherry or cheese?”
He picked up his mug and took a sip. “God, that’s good. Cheese, please, and thank you.”
“You’re a polite one. I like that.” She brought him a Danish and joined him at the table. They ate peacefully despite the battle raging on in the front of the house. He picked up the newspaper that was lying on the table, opening it to the sports section, settling in for a nice breakfast.
“Ugh! Your brother is impossible.” Lana stomped in and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Yes, dear.” Christopher turned to the financial pages, handing Gareth the sports section.
“I am not impossible, you’re impossible.” Gareth stole Christopher’s mug, frowning when he saw it was empty.
“I didn’t play grabby with anyone.” She bit savagely into a Danish, glaring at Gareth.
“No, you just kicked me in my,” he darted a quick look at Annabelle, “man parts.”
“You were holding me up in the air and refusing to let go. What was I supposed to do?”
“
“How about next time you not assume you know what I’m up to?” Lana crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Gareth.
The mug got slammed down on the table. “You die, my brother dies. What part of this do you not get?” Gareth stood. “I’m going for a walk.” He stomped out of the room.
