Page 11 of The Last Bell
I gasp as callused fingers slide through my sex, top to bottom, smearing my juices so my scent fills the air. When Shade’s slippery touch traces either side of my swollen bud, I discover just how unyielding the shifter’s hold on my waist is, my struggles gaining not an inch of ground.
Pinned. Exposed. Excited and needy beyond logic. A strangled whimper escaping my throat turns to a yelp as a sharp crack along my backside lights every nerve ablaze. A second slap follows, this one harder. The pain turns to pulsing that scorches my skin—and isnothingcompared to the molten heat now bathing my apex.
My breaths come in little gasps, my hands opening and closing against the edge of the bookshelf. Shade’s power and arousal fill my lungs with every inhale, the intoxicating feeling driving me insane until I can’t think beyond the throbbing in my sex.
I’d thought the dangerous, exciting edge of Shade’s power made me the prey in this game. But as I feel everything inside me rouse and fight, I realize my error. My primal fae body is no prey, and Shade’s alpha wolf instincts have known it all along. It’s a predator the wolf wants to conquer, and the looming intensity ofthatclash makes my breath catch, my body bucking with renewed anxious energy.
Ignoring my struggle, Shade massages my backside. The gentleness of his touch is a new type of torture, making the clenching need gripping my apex creep away from the edge. It’s not pain the bastard is after, but control. And if I ever get the upper hand in this, I’ll rip him apart for it—no matter how much my traitorous body moistens for the forced surrender.
Just as my breathing begins to settle, my hands uncurling from the edge of the bookshelf, I hear the crack of another slap. The fire follows it a split second later, making me yelp.
If I thought the first two swats hard, they were nothing compared to the force descending on me now, the slaps echoing through the space, dulled by thudding rain. My yelps turn to breathless moans as the blazing heat rushes right to my sex, making me push my bottom back higher, begging for more.
“Shade.” My words are strangled, my struggles useless against his steely hold. My bottom burns, my sex throbbing mercilessly, clenching around air.
Far on the other end of the library, a faint chuckle ruffles the air—and sends all the blood from my backside rushing to my face.”Oh, they can hear you just fine,” Shade assures me, his velvety lips brushing over my ear just before he pushes my thighs farther apart, depriving me of what little control I still have.
Before I can rebalance myself, Shade plunges his cock deep into my channel. I scream, too far gone to care who hears me now. He starts thrusting immediately, without letting me adjust to his size, pumping hard but slow—agonizingly slow. The heavy wooden shelf creaks rhythmically under our weight.In and out, in and out,Shade stretches my channel, the occasional slap on my tender backside making me buck despite knowing how little good it will do—which in turn magnifies every touch.
My sex sizzles, shooting tendrils of sensation down my thighs and along the soles of my feet, which curl in desperation.
The tip of Shade’s finger traces the hood around my swollen bud, making me pant with need. My slickness drips down the bookshelf, and the scent of the male’s own sweat and arousal rakes through me. My breath catches as the abyss closes in on me, the tipping point of release just a stroke of Shade’s finger away.
“Please!” I can’t make myself care who hears us, not with my breaths coming fast, my body so tense in anticipation of the coming flood that my body trembles. The pressure building inside me grows more unbearable with every slip of a heartbeat, the wait an agony I cannot bear—and can’t do one thing about.
But this time, Shade listens, thrusting faster as if his body alone is now in control. His fingers dig almost painfully into my hips, pulling me back against him so our bodies meet with a crashing force to rival the thunder outside. I groan and pant uncontrollably, animal sounds escaping me that I don’t even recognize as my own.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Shade’s palm keeps time on my backside, the perfect fiery pain igniting everything with a brilliance that makes the tiny flicker of his finger over my swollen nub feel like the sun itself is raking my sex.
I scream, my voice breaking as I fall over the edge, every fiber and muscle inside me clenching in ecstasy. Wave after wave of sensation washes over my body, Shade pulling me onto his lap to hold me as I arch helplessly. As my hands and back and thighs all tighten beneath the avalanche of pleasure assaulting them, until all my strength is gone, and I pant, a little rag doll in the male’s arms.
“You are beautiful, cub,” Shade says, stroking my face as I recover, his touch so soothing and warm that I melt into him like a kitten, bathing in his love and scent.
At least right up until the callused hand strays across my sore backside, the sting making me jump. “You are a bastard,” I mutter into his shoulder. “And I hate you.”
Shade chuckles, the noise deep and velvety. “I think I can fix that,” he whispers against my hair, his magic tingling like cool mint to cover my skin. Erasing the lingering ache as if it never existed.
“Stop.” I push myself up, breaking the web of minty magic seeping into my skin. “I don’tactuallyhate you.”
Shade frowns, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. “I didn’t think you did, cub—Iwantto soothe your skin. I want you to remember this moment with—”
“With something other than the full truth?” I shake my head. “I’ve had enough of altered memories to last a lifetime.”
Strong arms wrapping around me, Shade pulls me against him in a tight embrace. “In that case, let’s see if we can’t give those memories a bit more to chew on,” he murmurs, brushing the fallen books away to clear the carpeted floor beneath us.
Laying me back onto the soft fibers of burnt-orange rug, Shade eases off the remains of my dress and holds my gaze as he enters me gently, the glide of his still rock-hard cock along my channel pulling my mind to the here and now, veryveryeffectively.
8
Lera
“Does this mean you two have made up?” Tye’s voice penetrates my haze of bone-melting satisfaction, my naked body utterly content where it sprawls atop Shade’s equally bare form. Shade’s chest lifts me slightly into the air with each inhale, his warm sweat-soaked skin slippery and perfect against mine as I stare at the intricate woodwork along the nearest baseboard, the designs slipping and dancing.
“Mmm?” I blink away from the designs to focus on Tye. Shade’s arm pulls me tighter against his chest as I examine Tye’s lovely freckles and large emerald eyes, the lashes long and dark enough to make any girl jealous. Including me. Of course, if those eyes were a bit closer… “You want to join?” I ask.
Tye snorts. “I always want to join. We can’t have you thinking this fleabag’s feeble skills are all there is to be had in our quint. Alas, I prefer my couplings to be with sentient beings.” Squatting beside my head, Tye rests muscled forearms against his knees and studies me with amusement, his beautiful wide mouth quirked at one corner.
