Page 69 of Legally Mated
"I'm always ready for you to make a meal of me," he said and bit gently at my lower lip, making me growl in delight. His suit jacket hit the floor with a thump, giving me free rein to ruin his tie and then the fine Egyptian cotton of his cream dress shirt. "What broughtthison?"
I started and wondered--no, he was human. He wouldn't be able to smell it on me, the change in my scent, the outright lust of it now. "Missed you. Talked Holland around," I said and took a half step forward, until we were chest to chest. "Come scrubmyback?"
"I'd never turn down an offer like that," he said, grinning, and leaned down to pick me up off thefloor.
"You're going to wreck your back--" I started, and then my cock reacted to the pressure of his belly against it and all I could do was moan and wrap my legs around his waist. He laughed and kissed me ravenously, then carried me to the bottom of thestairs.
"You might need to walk up these," he said. Reluctantly, I unwound my legs from his waist and set my feet on the floor. Immediately, he grabbed for the waistband of my jeans and undid it, pushing them down with one hand while he worked at his own zipper. "Git," he said, and turned me toward the stairs as my jeans dropped past my knees. He slapped my ass as I stepped out of cloth, startling a shout and a laugh out of me before I raced up the stairs ahead of his eagerfootsteps.
He caught up to me in the shower as I fussed to get the water the right temperature, my t-shirt sticking to my shoulders and back as the water poured downoverme.
"Kinky," he murmured and slipped his hands underneath the hem. "Shit, that's cold. Is there no hotwater?"
"I'm working on it." I got the temperature sorted just as Laine's hands found my nipples, making me arch my back in pleasure as heteasedthem.
"That's it," he whispered, and the scruff of his end-of-day beard sent prickles of excitement over my skin as his lips moved against the curve of my neck. "God, you'rebeautiful."
"Bullshit," I whispered back and reached behind me to find him entirelynaked. "Oh."
"Mmm," he said, and pushed at my t-shirt until I raised my arms and let him pull it off over my head. It landed on the floor outside the shower with a splat and then his hands on my waist twisted and pulled to turn me to face him. "I like the way you look." He pulled me against him, his hands running up and down my back. "I like the way you feelevenmore."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss, open-mouthed and needing him. Now that I was giving it what it wanted, my body was entirely cooperative, even chill, semi-patient as I explored Laine's body while he teased mine. The water poured down from the dual-showerhead, like being caught in a spring rain, and if I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine that he was a shifter too, and that we'd snuck away from work to walk in the rain and worship the way that omegasusedto.
That thought snapped me out of my daydream.You are you, and you can be who you want to be.Which was probably, mostly true, if Holland continued the way he had been. I let my hands drift down Laine's back and nosed the hollow under his ear, breathing in his scent. He did smell like an alpha, a deep, subtle muskiness but with an undertone that said human, not wolf. I wondered what I smelled like to him, or if he even noticed my scent underneath the cologne I was always careful to dab on. If his sense of smell was strong enough to notice the change in mine over that past couple of days. And then his hands glided down my back to cup my ass, and I forgot about everythingbuthim.
Laine rocked his hips, sliding his cock against mine, a streak of heat against my belly that made me gasp. My arms jerked and, for a moment, I let my weight hang on him while I absorbed the sensation of his body, his eager body, moving against my skin. What was it going to be like when we finally moved past the foreplay? I heard him chuckle and it tugged on things low in my belly, spreading tendrils of desire burning like flames at the edge of a bonfire. Suddenly, I was crushed between Laine and the hard tile of the shower wall and his leg was between mine. For the first time, I was glad of that evening when I'd let him leave the lights on, because we'd never have been able to do this while I insisted on darkness and bedclothes to cover us. But now, I could rub myself against the muscle of his thigh and the water falling down upon us added it's own sensual delight, a pattering of soft fingertips running over my entire body, like and extension of Laine, touching me all over while I moaned and tried to bring him closertome.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered in my ear. "Anything." His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb tracing my lips, my cheekbones, my brows. "God, I missed you. Don't ever leave meagain."
"I didn't leave you," I protested. "I missed you too." I dove in for a kiss, awkward and beautiful, pressing myself against him as much as he pressed himself against me. I moaned against his lips, knowing he liked it, and was rewarded with his roughness, a hint of lost control in the man who liked to control everything. he pulled me hard against him, his hands tight on my hips, his lips demanding against mine. I met him in his ferocity, because I was in no way going to be second to him in anything, and I liked how it delighted him to see me do as I pleased. Sometime, pack life could be stifling, with all the demands it placed on you. But with Laine, I was just me, Garrick, a man with hislover.
I let my hand slip lower down his back, enjoying the flex of the muscles as he moved against me. And then he startled me with hiswords.
"Here. I want to do it here. You okaywiththat?"
"Like, fuck in the shower?" I thought about it for exactly half a second, then grinned. "If I slip, I'm fallingonyou."
"I'm counting on it." He grinned, almost more wolf than I was, and then the world spun around me as he turned me to face the wall. "No, keep your feet back." He suited action to words, nudging me back with his sole against my ankles, and reached around to take my cock in his hand. "Now this is what I like. Best of both worlds." His fingers drifted lower, cupping my balls and stroking the backs of them, soft as summer grass, and erotic contrast to the hot hardness of his cock as it bumped against the inside of my thighs and slid along the crease ofmyass.
The air went out of me in a long, shuddering breath and I leaned against the shower wall, my arms shaking with need. My head hung down between them and the sight of his feet bracketing mine, his hand reaching around my waist to toy with my body, made me moan and push backathim.
"Shit," he whispered, his voice tight and hoarse. "Do thatagain."
Do what? I didn't remember doing anything. I raised my head and squeezed my eyes shut as he stroked along my vertebrae with his free hand, fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive spot at the base of my spine, then down lower, while his other hand continued its steady teasing strokes over my cock and balls. And then his fingers moved lower, to touch the center of me and I clenched and rose up on my tiptoes, my voice gone to the Moonlands or running the Midnight Trails--somewhere else, for sure, because I couldn't find itatall.
Chapter57
It had been meantto be a surprise, his early return. He hadn't expected Garrick's reaction and it had hurt, but then Garrick had thrown himself at Laine and everything seemed okayagain.
"You wanted me to scrub your back." He groaned as Garrick nuzzled his neck. "Let me get the soap out." They both loved the petting, the small loving things they did for each other. It was, perhaps, a part of Garrick that was rooted in the wolfish side of him. For Laine, he didn't know why he enjoyed it so much. But it made his night to look after Garrick, to do things like rub knots out of his shoulders, feed him the tenderest parts of their meals, to bring small treats for him and kiss him at random unexpected moments. Half blind under the falling water, and with eyes only for Garrick anyway, he fumbled about in the shower until he found a bar of soap, silky and sexy smelling, and lathered it up between his hands as Garrick did his best to destroy all of Laine's hard-earned control. "Come here," he whispered, capturing the lobe of Garrick's hear between his teeth. "Let metouchyou."
Garrick took in a deep breath, as if he needed to store up the oxygen against what was coming. Laine set down the bar of soap and flattened his hands against Garrick's chest. He wanted to say something romantic and sweeping, but everything his brain came up with sounded more like the overblown melodrama of a fourteen-year-old in the middle of his first great crush. Instead, he let out a shuddering breath and stroked the soap's lather over Garrick's chest, almost making a game of covering every inch of skin with a layer of tiny bubbles and scent. Garrick's chest rose and fell with swift regularity, twitching and shuddering as Laine's hands ran down over hisnipples.
That was a great mystery and miracle to Laine, that Garrick would take so much delight in that simple touch. It wasn’t something that gave Laine any great pleasure. But the small, desperate noises falling from Garrick's lips were a sure sign of his enjoyment and when his eyes fluttered open as Laine worked his way down, down, to Garrick's waist and points lower, they stayed heavy-lidded and half-drugged withdesire.
Garrick threaded his fingers through Laine's hair and smiled. "I like it when you do that." He was hard, so hard it lookedpainful.
Laine wrapped one hand around the shaft bobbing heavily in front of him and stroked. Garrick made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a cry, and threw his head back. He leaned until his shoulders met the wall and propped himself against it. "Lysoon," he said in a low, prayerful voice, and Laine laughed and leaned forward to lick the omega line crossing the bottom of hisbelly.
