Page 24 of Shifters' Fated Summer
“I think I’m close,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, keep going.” He ground against me, like he was trying to fuck me through our clothes.
“Luca,” I whimpered.
Exhaling, Luca pulled back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”
“No,” I snapped, pausing my ministrations to press my ass back into his cock. “I like feeling you like this. Don’t leave now.”
“Fuck,” Luca growled.
His other hand slipped under my body as he dragged my back tight against him, thrusting his hips in a way that made him groan and me pant.
“Make yourself come, please,” he begged.
I was so distracted by his movement, my fingers had stopped. I was a shaking, whining mess, but I closed my eyes and focused on my task.
My free hand clawed at his forearm, trying to hold on as my world unraveled. My back arched, legs shaking, as my stomach rose in the distinct feeling I was about to plunge off a cliff.
I held my breath and traced a slow circle, just enough to tip me over the edge. My hips jerked, but I kept my finger in place, giving myself just enough to keep my orgasm going as long as possible.
As I exhaled, I left out a soft moan. Luca thrust against my ass in his jeans, groaning.
“Fuck, Summer. Just… fuck.”
The tension steeling every muscle in my body melted into pleasure, like every good feeling I’d ever had merged into a mind-numbing, all-consuming sensation. Slowly, it abated, leaving my muscles slack and my heart still racing.
Luca had stilled too, one arm around my waist and the other across my chest. He held me tightly, like something he was terrified to lose.
I could not believe I had just done that. And I also couldn’t believe I’d never done that before. Hell, if I could get that high once a day, I could live without the venom.
My flushed cheeks tingled with embarrassment.
Luca’s hold loosened, and he pulled back a few inches. Awkwardly, I rolled over to face him. His eyes shone silver like moonlight under dark lashes as he stared at me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
My hair slid across the pillow as I nodded.
“Good.” His hand skimmed my arm until he gripped my wrist and drew my hand to his mouth. My lips parted in shock as he closed his lips over my two fingers and sucked the remaining wetness off of them.
“You did good,” he said. “Don’t move. I need to change.”
My eyes widened as he clambered off the bed. A sizable wet spot stained his jeans near where his dick had pressed as he ground it into me. I stared at the spot and got an eyeful when he slid his jeans down and his semi-hard dick sprang free. Something silver glinted at the head.
He was pierced in other places too…
“Geez!” I yelped, covering my face with my other hand. Luca huffed a laugh as he turned, riffled through the dresser, and found a pair of soft sleeping pants. I couldn’t help peeking at his well-defined ass as he slid the pantsup over his muscular thighs and tucked his softening dick away.
He grinned at me when I glanced up at his face. “I told you we aren’t big on privacy.”
“Glad to hear it applies to everyone equally,” I quipped back. “Should I change, too? I feel kinda messy down there.”
He slid under the covers and tucked himself against me again, this time front to front. “Absolutely not. I want to smell that on you when we wake up.”
My leg snaked between his without me thinking, and he ran a hand down my back and over my hip until he hooked it under my thigh and tugged the leg higher, trapping it there between his, like he approved of my position.
Rolling my eyes, I gave into my desire for touch and snuggled against his chest, breathing in that woodsy smell. That wicked hand trailed back up and began stroking over my hair, soothing me into semi-unconsciousness.
