4

A back hallway leads to restrooms and an alley exit, cut off from the bustle of the bar by a sharp right-hand turn that takes the corridor behind the kitchen. My high heels tap loudly on the shiny concrete floors, under a song heavy with bass as it pipes from the stereo anchored near the ceiling.

I don’t even make it halfway down the hall before I feel his heat behind me. The delectable scent of him surrounds me in the split second before a strong arm catches me around the waist and yanks me back.

For a moment, I’m airborne. Kian whips me off my feet like I weigh nothing, and despite my height, maybe I don’t weigh anything to a man his size.

He yanks me against his hard body, one hand curling around my hip while the other fists in my hair. There’s a wild look in his eye that borders the line between lust and hunger. The way he dominates me, towering over me all brawn and heat and that intoxicating whiskey smoke…

Fuck, I’m lost.

Heat pools between my legs. I rock my hips against his and gasp as I feel the hard length of him pressing against me through his jeans.

Then our lips crash together.

The sparks that have been dancing between us since the moment he walked into the bar explode into an inferno of fireworks.

He tastes even better than he fucking smells, and I don’t know if it’s the lingering burn of the alcohol on his lips or just him, but I feel like I’m already addicted from just one taste. His mouth is firm and warm against mine, and he slides his tongue across the seam of my lips as if demanding access to what’s already his.

I open for him, and the second I do, our tongues meet in a fierce clash. Our teeth knock together, almost like we’re half biting, half kissing in our desperation for more of each other.

When his teeth clamp down on my lower lip, I moan hoarsely, and he growls in response. As he lifts me in his arms again, I wrap my legs around his waist without a second thought.

I’m barely aware of where we are anymore, but somehow, Kian manages to find the door that leads to the alley behind the bar. He shoves it open, making the cool night air hit my feverish skin like a blast of ice. My nipples draw up even tighter than they were, and I wrap my arms around his neck, plastering my body to his as I soak up the warmth that radiates from his broad frame.

I didn’t bother with panties tonight—they didn’t seem necessary, given what my goal was—and I can feel the hard ridges of Kian’s stomach pressed against my core. Only his shirt separates his skin from mine, and I grind against him, probably leaving a wet spot on the fabric.

With another low growl, he shoves my back against the wall of the ally, pinning me there as his hands roam my body. I unwind my legs from around his waist, and the second my feet find the ground, his large hand lands on my thigh, working its way upward with a deliberate motion. He reaches the apex of my thighs and just cups me there for a moment, his calloused hand covering my entire pussy in a gesture so dominant and possessive that it makes a needy whimper fall from my mouth.

The heat of his palm is searing, and when he draws back a little, the rings of gold around his irises almost makes it look like they’re glowing.

“You came here tonight knowing just what you wanted, didn’t you?” he murmurs, his voice heavy and thick.

“Yes.”

“Did you find it?”

“You tell me,” I shoot back huskily, pushing my hips away from the wall a little to press against him.

The heel of his hand brushes my clit, and I chase the feeling, arching my back even more. Kian grunts, slipping two thick fingers inside me as he works his hand over my clit, giving me exactly what I need—what I’ve been begging for without words.

His lips find mine again, and he kisses me like he owns me as his massive body pins mine against the wall. His fingers are moving in and out of me faster and faster, relentless and forceful. I’m so fucking wet that there’s a soft squelching noise every time he slams his fingers back inside me, but I don’t give a fuck. My gasps and moans are so loud that they nearly drown it out anyway.

I’m close, and I know he can feel it. My toes are curling, my leg muscles tensing as I try to brace for the rush of pleasure building inside me.

“Fuck. I can feel you clenching around me. You trying to milk my fingers, baby? You wish it was my cock?”

His words are low and rough, and I groan out some response that might be a “yes.” I honestly can’t tell anymore. I don’t think I could form a coherent sentence right now to save my life.

Kian’s free hand slides up my body, squeezing my breast before trailing up my neck. He grabs a fistful of my dark hair and wraps it around his hand, jerking my head back at the same moment he drives his fingers even deeper inside me.

My mouth drops open, my gaze locking with his as pleasure rips through me like a bolt of lightning. He keeps a tight grip on my hair, tugging at the strands and not letting me look away as the orgasm floods my body. He slows the tempo of his fingers just a little, somehow managing to prolong the crest of pleasure until my knees are

shaking from it.

I still haven’t closed my mouth, and even though my jaw is hanging wide open, I can’t seem to get enough oxygen. All I can do is stare up at him and gasp as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me.

Kian takes advantage of my slack-jawed state, dropping his head again to kiss me. He sucks on my tongue before exploring my mouth with his own tongue, and when we finally break apart, he drags his fingers out of my pussy. Slick arousal coats my thighs, and his fingers and knuckles are shiny with it as he lifts his hand, breathing hard.

He’s still got a tight grip on my hair, so when he tugs my head forward a little and holds his fingers in front of my lips, it’s no secret what he wants.

And I give it to him.

Or maybe I just take exactly what I want.

Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around his two fingers, sliding up and down on them a little as I lick up my cream. I hollow my cheeks as I do, dragging my tongue over every inch of skin I can reach, and the reaction from Kian is immediate.

His nostrils flare, the look on his face shifting from hungry to almost angry, like he’s pissed off that I’m doing this to his fingers and not his cock.

Well.

There’s an easy solution for that.

I release him with a wet slurp, then shove at his chest, pushing him back a step. I think my action catches him by surprise, which is probably the only reason he actually moves—that, or he’s already figured out what I plan to do.

It’s reckless. Even more reckless than letting my one-night stand finger me in an alley behind a bar. But I’m so far beyond caring about that, I can’t even see it in the rearview mirror. He’s right. I came here knowing exactly what I wanted.

And I don’t plan on wasting a fucking second of tonight.

I sink down to my knees in front of Kian, ignoring the way the rough pavement digs into my skin. His eyes darken as he stares down at me, and he widens his stance a bit to bring his crotch closer to my eye-level. I keep looking up, holding his gaze as I reach for the waistband of his pants and unbutton them. I drag the zipper down, and I can already feel how fucking hard he is.

He’s going commando just like I am—it’s a common shifter habit—and his heavy cock practically leaps into my hand, the velvety flesh hot and hard against my palm. I fist him, still watching his face as I dart my tongue out and run it over the tip of his crown. He’s thick and long, and I want to look at his cock, to fucking study it while I drag my tongue up and down his length.

But right now, I want to see his expression more.

I’m entranced by the way his jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring as he sucks in a sharp breath. It’s shadowy and dark in the alley, but I can still see his eyes blazing, almost like there’s a fire inside him that burns hotter with every stroke of my tongue.

Slowly, I wrap my lips around him, then start to work my way down his shaft. It takes a few strokes before the skin is fully slicked, and I start to use my hand as I move a little faster, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his lips pulling back in something like a snarl as one of his large hands settles on the top of my head, tangling in my hair. “Those fucking lips. That fucking mouth. And your gorgeous goddamn eyes. You look like a filthy angel sucking my cock, baby.”

I let out a low moan around his shaft as my core clenches.

Jesus. What the hell is it about this man?

I’ve never particularly liked it when guys try to call me pet names in bed—but maybe that’s because none of the guys I’ve hooked up with in this little blip of a town know how to do it right. When Kian murmurs filthy words to me while I blow him, it makes me almost as hot as it did when he had his fingers stuffed inside me.

With one hand following the movement of my mouth, I brace my other hand on his thick thigh, feeling the muscles contract under my palm as he starts to meet my movements with thrusts of his hips. It’s like he can’t help himself. His grip on my hair tightens until my scalp stings, and his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust, cutting off my air and making my heart beat faster. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and I gasp for breath every time he pulls out, relaxing my throat and repressing my gag reflex every time he thrusts in again.

This isn’t just a blowjob.

He’s fucking my mouth—pushing me right to the edge of what I can take.

And on that knife’s edge is a kind of pleasure I’ve never experienced before. Something animalistic and raw, a deep, primal need that urges me to take my hand off his shaft and grip his ass, urging him deeper as drool and precum dribble down my chin. It’s just my mouth on him now, and he’s controlling the movements, his hips thrusting toward me as he uses his grip on my hair to hold me in place.

“Amora…”

He groans out my name as his cock swells against my tongue, and the first jet of his release hits the back of my throat. I swallow instinctively, then swallow again as more salty cum fills my mouth. He barely softens at all as the orgasm finally dies out, and I run my tongue over his slick shaft to clean him off, then wipe my chin as he slips out of my mouth. He releases his grip on my hair and grabs me by the shoulders to help me up, but he doesn’t even give me a chance to find my balance before he’s on me again.

His large hand splays across my jaw, tilting my head up at just the right angle as he drops his lips to mine for a fierce kiss.

My back hits the wall again, and as my body arches into his touch, a giddy sort of relief fills me.

It doesn’t matter that I just came, or that he did too.

We’re not done yet.

We barely make it back to the hotel room Kian is staying in.

The town is small enough that it’s in walking distance from the bar, but we keep getting held up as we stop to kiss and grope at each other like horny teenagers. The only thing keeping me from dragging him into another alley and demanding he fuck me right there is the fact that I want more room to maneuver. I want to be able to see him naked—every single damn inch of him—and that’s harder to accomplish in a dingy alley than it is in a hotel room with a door.

The door in question almost comes off its hinges when we burst into the hotel room like a hurricane, and Kian slams it shut with so much force that I swear I hear the wood crack. But the integrity of a hotel room door is the furthest thing from my mind now that I’ve got what I want.

Kian. Alone.

We crash through the room in a chaotic tangle of limbs, running into walls and practically knocking over a dresser as our hands roam hungrily over each other’s bodies, lips locked in a kiss that doesn’t allow for such trivial things as oxygen. I grab the hem of his shirt and tug it off over his head before dragging my fingernails down the sculpted ridges of his abs. He growls, a sound that’s somewhere between a warning and a noise of pure pleasure. When I start fumbling with his pants, he yanks my hands away and then peels my dress off in one smooth motion.

It’s no fucking fair, because that was the only article of clothing I had on besides my shoes, and now I’m naked and he’s not. I’m about to whine my displeasure, but the sound morphs into a yelp as he picks me up and tosses me onto my back on the bed. I toe off my shoes, and he kicks them under the bed as he approaches, shoving his pants down over his hips. His cock juts out from his body, as hard and thick as it was before I put my mouth on it not that long ago. I want to make some comment about his stamina, but I seem to have lost the power of speech again.

The curtains are open, allowing ambient light to spill into the room, but I suddenly wish we’d thought to turn on a light when we first crashed into the room. I can see him pretty well in the low light, but everything I see just makes me want to study him in more depth. I want to memorize every damn detail, because I’m pretty sure it would fill up my spank bank for the rest of my life.

His waist is lean and muscled, and with the way the shadows fall over his washboard abs, I can count every single ridge on them. His torso broadens out into a wide chest, with muscular shoulders and arms covered in the tattoos I got a peek of earlier.

He’s… breathtaking.

Gorgeous.

Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

And that’s saying something, considering that a lot of shifter males are muscular and attractive. But Kian? There’s something about him that makes my pussy clench just looking at him. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me like he can guess every single thought in my head and likes what he’s seeing. Maybe it’s the way he crawls up onto the bed with me and spreads my legs without a moment’s hesitation, like a hunter claiming his prize.

His strong fingers dig into my thighs, and he presses my legs so wide that my muscles ache from the stretch. Then he drops his head and slides his tongue through my folds. He ends on my clit, flattening his tongue so that it drags over the sensitive nub in a way that makes me quiver.

“You taste even better than you smell,” he mutters, not even bothering to stop lapping at me as he speaks.

He nips at my clit as if I taste so good that he’s tempted to eat me up, and my thigh muscles clench as my legs instinctively try to wrap around his head. He lets out another low growl and presses them apart again, pinning me in place as he takes his time sliding his tongue up and over and around my clit until pleasure is burning through my veins like kerosene.

Despite his tight grip on me, I writhe beneath him as much as I’m able to, my hips shifting on the bed as my breath comes in short gasps.

I’m close.

So fucking close.

I’m about to come all over his face—

—when he stops.

A strangled sound pours from my lips as I wrench my head off the bed to look down at him. He licks his lips, then drags a hand over his chin, his glittering eyes finding mine in the darkness.

“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he says in that deep fucking voice of his.

My eyebrows shoot up, and I’m about to ask what the hell he’s talking about when he hooks his arms under my knees to drag me closer to him, then drives into me with a single hard thrust.

Whatever I was going to say turns into a scream as my body reacts to the intrusion, my pussy walls clenching hard around him as every nerve ending in my body lights up. The deep, burning pleasure of an orgasm starts to build in my core, and Kian’s large hand wraps around my throat.

It’s not tight enough to cut off my air supply entirely, but it’s enough pressure to send my pulse skyrocketing, and the shock of it halts my orgasm in its tracks.

“I said don’t come until I tell you to,” he murmurs roughly. “It’ll be better. Trust me.”

His cock is still buried to the hilt inside me, but he doesn’t move—as if he knows that even a single thrust right now will send me over the edge. I stare up at him, my throat convulsing beneath his palm as I swallow hard. I’m hovering right at the precipice, so close, so fucking desperate to come.

But some part of me wants what he’s promising more.

Some part of me wants to give over to him entirely.

To let this man control my pleasure.

So I suck in a breath through my nose, letting my nostrils flare wide as I fill my lungs. I breathe out on a shaky exhale as my core squeezes his cock again, my toes curling as I fight back the pleasure that hovers in every corner of my body like a tsunami waiting to strike.