Page 101 of Witch Undecided
“We can control this, Cora.” Leif’s voice was tight and husky. “But we need to release a little steam.”
He was right. I was burning up, and the longer I denied myself any kind of release, the more likely I was to fuck up and take too much. Total denial was no longer an option.
I turned my head to look at him. “Just a taste, Leif. For us both.”
His chest rumbled, then his lips were on mine. He kissed me hard, his mouth like a key tearing down my defenses. Our tongues wrestled, eager for dominance, hands tearing at clothes, eager for the sensation of skin. Fingers tugging at my jeans, fumbling with the zipper. I lifted my butt and then I was free of the denim, ass kissing leather, thighs parted enough to allow him access to the hot wet place that throbbed and begged, and oh, fuck, his fingers sliding and slipping and circling the nub that had me panting and gasping and lifting my hips like a greedy bitch.
He pushed me back into the seat, body covering mine, mouth on my neck, licking and sucking while his hand worked me, fingers pushing into me, curling up to hit the spot that tore guttural, incoherent sounds from my throat. Yes. I worked my hand between us and into the waistband of his joggers. Precum, slick and warm, licked at my fingers.
Leif sucked in a sharp breath, rearing up to lock gazes with me. “Easy, Cora. It’s been a while.”
His fingers moved slow and deep inside me. I bit my lip and gripped his shaft, massaging it with the same rhythm he was using on me. He dropped his head, grunting as I worked him, fingers moving faster, thumb tapping my clit. I picked up the pace, groaning and grinding against his hand as the pressure built inside me. The twist and tightening that was the precursor to an epic release. Almost there. Oh, God, I was almost there.
His cock swelled in my hand, and I swept my thumb over the tip every time I came up from a pump. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted him inside me.
Oh fuck.
I came in a wave of heat and slick cream, and then Leif tensed, his moan tickling my ear as his seed decorated my hand in hot spurts.
I continued to pump him, reveling in the shudder of his body and the tight arch of his spine as he rode the orgasm.
He collapsed on top of me, his head buried in the crook of my neck.
We lay in panting silence for long, aching seconds, and then Leif chuckled, soft and sexy.
“I don’t know how we come back into friend zone after that.”
I lay beneath him, heart pounding, body tingling and throbbing. “I don’t know if we can.”
This changed everything. We were going to have to reassess our boundaries and—
A phone buzzed angrily.
“Shit.” Leif extricated himself and fumbled for his cell. “Hey.” His eyes grew wide. “Fuck. I’m on my way.” He cut the call and climbed off me, tucking himself away and buttoning his jeans.
“What happened?”
He reached between the front seats, popped open the dash, and handed me a box of tissues. “The female shifters have gone missing.” He wiped my hand clean. “We need to find them. Now.”
