Shifters at Law (A Complete Paranormal Romance Shifter Series) Page 15

  “It’s incredible.”

  “The third floor is empty now. Landon Fee moved out. He lives with his wife and son now.”

  “So there’s no one downstairs.”

  “No.”

  “So we can be as loud as we like.”

  “How loud would you like to be?” I lock the door and turn to her. She’s standing in the center of the newly-renovated studio apartment, but she’s not exploring the room. She’s not checking out my kitchen or the fireplace or the sofas. She’s not looking at the bed.

  She’s just looking at me.

  She’s only looking at me, and for a brief second, my pride swells because she’s looking at me like she’s going to fucking eat me alive.

  “If we’re going to do this,” she says, walking toward me, swaying her hips as she moves. “Then there are a few things you should know about me, tiger.”

  I swallow hard. My dick feels like it’s going to fucking explode, and so does my heart. It’s beating so hard it might pop out of my ribcage.

  “Like what?”

  “I’m not like the other girls,” she says.

  “That’s what they all say.”

  “I’m not just going to let you get your way.”

  “Tell me what you mean.”

  “You think you can just fuck me and have a little fun and be on your way, but that’s not how I work.”

  “How do you work, Anna?”

  “You’re going to make me come first,” she says. “And then you’re going to make me come again. After that, I’ll be tired, and you can fuck me until you come, too, but I’m not letting your cock anywhere near me until you’ve satisfied me.”

  Holy.

  Fucking.

  Dragons.

  Where the hell did Joyce find this girl? She’s hell on wheels and so much more. She’s sultry, demanding, and sexy, and I fucking love it. She can have whatever she wants if it means she’ll keep talking, keep letting those dirty words spill out of her mouth.

  But two can play this game.

  And when I play, I play to win.

  “What if I want to tell you how I work, Anna?” Now it’s her turn to swallow hard. She’s not used to negotiations, but I am. I’m a fucking lawyer, and if there’s one thing I know, it’s that you never take the first deal offered to you. You negotiate. You bargain. You persuade, and you work it out until you get the best possible outcome from the situation.

  And that’s what I’m going to get.

  “What if I tell you that I’ll give you one orgasm, and oh, I’ll give you two, but number two is going to happen while you’re riding my cock?”

  We’re face-to-face now, head-to-head, and we’re both breathing heavily. The moment is getting to us, to both of us, and neither one of us knows what’s going to happen next. Anything could happen, but I have a feeling I’m going to fucking love the outcome of this match.

  “If that’s what you want, tiger, than I think you should come get it.”

  I kiss her hard, crushing my lips on hers. Her hands come up to my hair and she pulls, but I pull her hair, too, and she groans when I do. Yeah, this little princess likes it a little rough, a little dirty, and I’m going to make it so damn good for her.

  I don’t know what I was expecting when Joyce told me she was calling in a favor. I guess I thought the client would be an elderly grandmother or a housewife with a random issue she thought she needed an attorney for. Maybe a neighbor was bothering her or perhaps she was dealing with a custody issue. I don’t know. I certainly wasn’t expecting a tiger clause.

  I certainly wasn’t expecting an incredibly beautiful young woman to be willing, ready, and needy.

  I certainly wasn’t expecting Anna Donovan.

  I run my hands through her blonde hair. It’s long and curly and soft, and I can’t get enough of it. I stop pulling it and just play with it.

  “Kitty likes his toys, does he?”

  “Stop calling me kitty.”

  She presses her mouth to my ear and whispers, “Make me,” and I about lose it right there. If Anna wants to play fast and loose with the cat, she’s going to get scratched. Then again, maybe that’s what she wants.

  I run my hands down her back and cup her ass, pulling her closer to me. Then I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her a little bit more. I kiss her until she loses her breath, just a little bit, until her body starts to tense.

  “I believe you wanted an orgasm,” I whisper in her ear, and she manages to nod. I lift her effortlessly and carry her across the room to my bed. I’m tugging up her shirt as we move and by the time we reach the bed, I’ve got her topless in my arms. Her big, heavy breasts spill over the top of her bra. I can almost see her nipples.

  “On the bed,” I whisper, and set her in the center of it.

  I reach for her and pull off her boots, socks, and jeans. Then she’s on my bed in just her black bra and panties, and she’s wet and ready for me. If I couldn’t smell her already, seeing her confirms just how much she wants this. She needs this. She needs me, and it’s good to be needed.

  It’s good to have someone desiring me in this moment because I desire her, too. I’m not the guy who lets people get close to me. Most people don’t know my secrets. They don’t know what makes me tick or what makes me scared. Most of the people in my life don’t understand exactly why I am the way I am and I’m not interested in explaining, but I am interested in Anna.

  Something tells me I can trust her.

  There’s something about her that makes me feel like when this is all over, it’s not going to be weird between us. It’s not going to be uncomfortable. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s a good person and my inner tiger can sense that or if it’s because she’s so different from the other humans I’ve met.

  I won’t say she’s my mate, but she’s got my attention.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, and she smiles. Then she crooks a finger and beckons for me to join her on the bed. I quickly strip out of my own clothes and drop them on the floor. I don’t miss the way her eyes crawl over my abs and down to my dick. “It’s hard for you,” I tell her.

  “I want it.”

  “I want to make you come first.”

  “I want that, too.”

  I crawl over her so my body is above hers, and then I kiss Anna. My hand moves down her body, over her bra, and down to her panties.

  “You’re wet for me.”

  “What can I say? I’m easily excited.”

  “Tell me how you want me to make you come.”

  “Surprise me.”

  “Oh, little human,” I murmur. “That’s a dangerous request.”

  “What do you mean?” Her eyes are closed as I stroke her pussy over her panties. Her mouth is open slightly as she breathes heavily. She’s aching with desire and I plan to satisfy her in so many ways.

  I plan to touch her with my mouth and my hands and my dick until she forgets about everything but this moment.

  “What if I want you to ride my face, baby? What if I want to lie on the bed while you climb on my mouth, grip the headboard, and grind on me? What if I want to run my tongue over your clit until you’re exploding with pleasure? What if that’s how I want to make you come, Anna Donovan? What would you say to that?”

  “I’ve never done that before,” she whispers, but her eyes are like fire. She likes the idea.

  “There’s a first time for everything,” I say, and I start moving down her body, covering her with kisses. Her bra clasps in the front and I unhook it, letting her breasts fall free. I kiss her pink nipples, flicking my tongue over them until they’re even harder. Then I kiss down her belly, down to her panties, and I bite her underwear with my teeth. Anna watches as I tug it down her body using only my mouth.

  “Oliver,” she murmurs, and she reaches for me. She runs her fingers through my short hair. It’s not long, but it’s time for a haircut, and there’s enough there for her to tug on it, for her to guide me gently to where she wants to be li
cked, and I comply.

  I swipe my tongue over her soft lips and she whimpers when I do.

  “How long has it been since someone kissed you here, Anna?” I look up at her, and she’s watching me.

  “A long time.”

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve slept with a human.”

  “I…I’ll try not to disappoint you.”

  “You could never disappoint me, princess.”

  I lick her a little bit longer, but then it’s time for her to ride me. It’s time for her to give me what I want. It’s time for me to take what Anna Donovan is offering.

  “I believe you wanted to go for a ride,” I say, and she nods. A wave of nervousness washes over her. I can smell it, but I kiss her thighs and run my hands up to her breasts until she relaxes. Then I position myself on my back and she climbs up my body, slowly, until she reaches my face.

  “I…I…”

  “You’re perfect,” I tell her, and she nods. “Just do what feels natural. There’s no wrong way to do this.”

  Anna grips the headboard and lowers her body to my mouth, and I groan with pleasure as I’m surrounded by her scent, her taste, her passion.

  And then I lick her like my life depends on it.

  Chapter 5

  Anna

  An hour ago, I was standing outside, terrified that my lawyer would be a dick to me.

  As it turns out, he’s not a dick, but he offered me his, and I accepted.

  And now I’m riding his face, grinding on his lips, chasing the orgasm I was promised.

  Somehow, sex has never felt as good as it feels right now. I’ve never been as turned on, as aroused, as I am in this moment, and I sort of don’t want it to ever end.

  I should be embarrassed to be doing this, to be rubbing myself all over his mouth, but I’m not. It feels too good, and I’m close. I’m close to coming, close to having the best orgasm of my life. I can feel it bubbling up inside of me.

  And then it hits me.

  I let go of the headboard as I come, sinking onto him, but Oliver is ready. He grips my hips and holds me firmly in place as the waves of pleasure roll over me. He doesn’t let go of me until I’m completely sated, until my orgasm is finished, until I’m completely exhausted.

  Then he moves me to me back and he lies next to me, touching me.

  “That was sexy as fuck,” he says.

  “I’m glad you liked it.”

  He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips, but I don’t mind. He strokes my body with his hands, kissing me, teasing me, until I’m ready to go again.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I admit, and I’m not sure why I’m telling him. Usually, I’m a closed book during sex. I don’t like to ask for what I want. I’ve found that being demanding is a much more effective way to get what I need, what I crave. When you ask, you make yourself vulnerable. The other person might say “no” and then you’ll feel embarrassed, hurt.

  Demanding, though, is a sure way to get what you need.

  No feelings involved.

  There are no hearts there, no emotions.

  Today I did something new, though, just for Oliver. I did it because he asked me to, because he said I would like it, and there’s a part of me that trusts him. I can’t pinpoint why I feel this way, exactly. Why do I feel so much trust in the arms of a stranger? That’s what he is, really. He’s a stranger to me. I only met him an hour ago and we’re already naked together. He’s already witnessed me at most vulnerable and now, I’m being even more open with him.

  It’s a strange feeling, but it also feels right.

  He feels right.

  What is happening to me?

  “You looked beautiful,” he tells me. “You looked so damn sexy, Anna. I loved how you dropped down on my face when you came, how you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.”

  “I was a little worried I’d hurt you,” I whisper.

  “No, you were sexy, fantastic. I can’t wait to do it again,” he says, and he looks a little surprised when he says it out loud. I think we both thought this would be a one-off thing, but even though Oliver looks surprised he admitted he wants me again, he doesn’t seem scared or embarrassed.

  Interesting.

  “Me too,” I whisper, and then his mouth crashes onto mine. His fingers move between my legs again, touching me, rubbing me, and then he’s on top of me, readying himself.

  “Are you ready for me, human? Because I don’t think I can wait another moment to sink inside of you.”

  “I’m ready, Oliver,” I whisper, and as he kisses me, he thrusts inside of me, filling me. “Oh my dragons,” I groan. “You feel incredible.”

  “You’re so damn tight,” he murmurs.

  “I do my best.”

  “Well, your best is fucking incredible.”

  He kisses me, touching me, running his hands over me as he makes love to me because somewhere, somehow, this changed from being a fast fuck to being sweet, intimate, and Oliver can’t seem to keep his paws off of my body.

  Soon, he starts fucking me faster, harder, and the pressure begins to grow inside my body once more. He’s going to give me that second orgasm, as promised, but somehow, right now, all that matters is that it’s with him.

  Somehow, all that matters is we’re locked in this moment together.

  “Come for me, beautiful,” he whispers, biting my ear, and that’s all it takes. One word from Oliver, and I’m putty in his hands.

  I come apart.

  My orgasm washes over me in waves and I cling to him as I cry out. I cling to him in this moment, holding onto him like he’s the only thing that matters, like he’s the only one who can keep me from being washed to sea.

  And then he bites my ear.

  “I can’t hold back any longer,” he purrs. “I’m going to come in you, Anna Donovan.”

  “Please,” I whisper, panting. “Please come in me. Please.”

  And then he does.

  I feel him pulsing inside of me. His eyes close as his own orgasm takes hold of his body, filling him with pleasure, with ecstasy. I hold onto him: one hand on his back, one on his face.

  And then it’s over.

  He slides off of me and rests next to me, keeping one hand on my belly. He looks at me and my heart swells. He’s looking at me like I’m beautiful, like I’m incredible, like he can’t quite believe what just happened between us.

  “Wow,” I murmur.

  “That was lovely. You were lovely.”

  “I could say the same, tiger.”

  “I like it when you call me that.

  “Tiger?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Nobody else calls you that?”

  “No,” he shakes his head. “They call me lion.”

  “Because of your name.”

  “Because people like to fuck with me.”

  “You mean your colleagues.”

  “Everyone,” he says, and I get the distinct feeling that Oliver is sharing something important with me, something he doesn’t tell people very often. I get the feeling that he’s confiding in me, and I’m not really sure why except that there seems to be this strange rope of trust between us.

  There’s something tugging us together, holding us in place, and I have the feeling that nothing is going to be able to tear us apart. It’s a strange feeling, and it’s one I’m not entirely comfortable with.

  The word mates floats through my head, but that’s a shifter fairytale.

  Mates aren’t real, no matter how much people say they are, no matter how much people like to pretend they are.

  No, what happened between me and Oliver was a spur-of-the-moment choice between two consenting, informed adults.

  It wasn’t because we’re destined to be together.

  It wasn’t fate.

  It couldn’t be.

  Chapter 6

  Oliver

  “I should go.”

  Anna’s words hang in the air, dangling like a spider from a web. I do
n’t say anything right away. Instead, I pull her closer to myself, selfishly trying to get another minute or two with her in my arms.

  When she leaves, anything could happen, but as long as she’s right here, we’re locked in this moment together, and I don’t want to lose that. I want her to stay right here, want her to stay right with me. I want her to be right here in my arms.

  I want her.

  All of her.

  And maybe that makes me selfish. In fact, I know it makes me selfish. I don’t know her. I don’t own her. I’m not committed to her, but something deep inside of me wants to be. I want to be connected to Anna. I want to be a part of her.

  She’s your mate.

  The thought rushes through my brain – or maybe my heart – and back out again, but the damage is done.

  I don’t believe in mates.

  The idea of mates is a fairytale, at least for me. Yeah, my friends may have found their true loves and that’s great for them. I’ve never seen Ronan and Landon quite as happy as they are when they’re with their darlings, but that doesn’t mean I’m convinced “mates” exist.

  When you’re a shifter, you’re already kind of on the outside. You already have kind of a hard time. People aren’t necessarily going to like you. If you’re raised in a shifter community and are only later exposed to the human world, you’re probably going to be a little weird and have some strange quirks that set you apart from humans.

  There’s also a lot of lore that comes from being raised in a shifter world. Mates are one of them. I know that wolves, in particular, place a huge emphasis on mates. They even do this thing where they bite their partner during sex.

  Yeah, tigers don’t do that.

  What can I say? I’m a lover, not a biter.

  I don’t have any interest in physically marking the woman I choose to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t need to do that in order to know she’s mine, in order to know I’m hers. When I find that woman, I’ll know it, and I’ll do anything to protect her and take care of her.

  And I don’t know why I’m looking at Anna like this because I’ve never met anyone I’ve considered marrying.

  I’m old enough to have had a few long-term relationships. I won’t say “serious” because I never wanted to get married, but I’m experienced. I know how to physically take care of a woman, how to please a woman. I know full well what’s expected of me in the bedroom.