Isaiah's Haven: Legacy, Book 2 Page 9

  He arched his hips into her, working his erection against her slick folds. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him and earned his praise. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Let me in.”

  Isaiah slid a hand beneath her, cupping her butt and raising her into his thrusts. The smooth, firm weight of his shaft rubbed against her clit, setting off a series of fireworks inside her.

  She began to pant like she’d been running for miles. Every inch of her body ached and she knew she was close to coming. She wanted to hold out, to make it last. But she’d been primed by days of his teasing kisses and the sheer magnetism of his presence. Combined with the thick mixture of hormones coursing through her and it all proved too much.

  She cried out, her eyes closing and her head kicking back, as the first spasm hit. Clutching at his butt, she silently urged him not to stop. He kept working his cock against her clit, sliding through the swollen, damp folds until she was spent.

  Damn, she’d orgasmed and he hadn’t even been inside her yet. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, a tiny smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

  “Now that the edge is off, I want to taste you.” Putting actions to his words, he dropped a quick, hard kiss on her lips and nuzzled his way down to her breasts.

  Damn, she was hot. His head was still spinning from watching her orgasm. Hearing her soft whimpers of need followed by her cry of passion, seeing her lips parted, wet and enticing, smelling her lush perfume as she found release was a complete rush.

  The head of his dick was wet, a reminder of how close to the edge he was. But he didn’t want to enter her. Not yet. Not until he’d tasted her.

  Her chest was still noticeably rising and falling, but her breathing was beginning to even back out. He lapped at the swell of her breast, tracing the edge of the mound with his tongue.

  He shifted his weight so that his cock wasn’t touching her. Too much of that and it would be all over for him. He turned his attention back to Meredith, ignoring the insistent need pounding at the base of his erection.

  Her breasts were perfect. Plump mounds, tipped with pale pink nipples that were now puckered and red. Ripe. She reminded him of a raspberry bush. There were plenty of thorns, but the juicy red berries were well worth the effort it took to get them.

  He touched the tip of his tongue to one ripe bud. She gasped and pulled at his hair, urging him closer. He took what she offered, opening his lips and drawing the nub into his mouth and sucking.

  Her soft cry was music to his ears. He continued his sensual torture, flicking at the tip with his tongue before releasing it. She whimpered in protest and he blew on her damp flesh, pulling another cry from her.

  “More,” she commanded, tugging on his hair. He loved the way she wanted him and gave her what she wanted. Working his way over to her other breast, he gave it the same attention.

  She wasn’t still for a moment. Her entire body moved under and around him. Her hands clutched at his hair and then his shoulders. Her nails lightly scored his skin in a way that made him want to throw back his head and howl his pleasure.

  She ran her hands up and down the length of his spine, touching him wherever she could reach him. Her legs were restless and she wrapped her left one around him.

  Isaiah couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d felt this alive. This damn good. And he savored every moment of it.

  Giving her plump nipple one final kiss, he worked his way down her torso. His hands followed the slight curve of her hips as his lips licked and sucked over her stomach. He circled her belly button with his tongue, dipping in briefly before continuing his journey.

  He situated himself between her spread thighs, widening her legs with his broad shoulders. This was what he’d been waiting for. Her pubic hair was damp. He buried his face against it and breathed in her scent.

  His cock jerked so forcefully he was afraid he was going to spill himself then and there. He gritted his teeth and fought through the wave of lust that pounded in him like a runaway heartbeat.

  Spreading her thighs as wide as they could go, he lapped up one side of her slick folds and down the other. Meredith moaned, arching her hips against his face.

  Yeah, this was what he wanted. He sucked and tasted every inch of her pussy, reveling in every cry, every whimper of pleasure. Her fingers had a death grip on his hair, as though she was afraid he’d leave her.

  No chance of that. Her cream was like nectar, an erotic cocktail that made him drunk with pleasure. She tasted sweet, like honey, but spicy too. A hint of cinnamon maybe. Mixed with a musky feminine scent of desire.

  He slowly pushed one thick finger into her sheath. Her inner muscles fluttered around it, gripping it hard.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He glanced up and marveled at the sensual picture she made. One arm was thrown over her head while the other held him to her. Her lips were parted on a low cry. The soft mounds of her breasts swayed with each breath she took, her nipples red and puckered. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed.

  Growling low in his chest, he doubled his efforts. She had to come now. He couldn’t wait any longer. His sense of urgency seemed to fire hers. She bucked her hips when he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked the hard nub of nerves with his tongue.

  “So close,” she moaned.

  He pulled back and blew on her heated flesh. “Come for me, Meredith. Come now.”

  He pushed a second finger into her sheath, working both digits in and out of her hot core. The first ripples came a few seconds later and he felt the gush of her release coat his hand.

  There was no time to wait. He had to be in her. Had to feel the slick walls of her channel tightening around his dick. Sitting back on his heels, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth.

  She watched him, her blue eyes dark with passion, as he thrust them into his mouth and sucked, licking her cream from them, not wanting to waste a single drop.

  “It’s not enough,” she panted, biting on her bottom lip. “I need you inside me.”

  Gripping her hips, he dragged her toward him, draping her thighs over his. Angling his body, he guided his cock to her opening and pushed.

  Meredith was finding it hard to breathe. The heady scent of sex permeated the air, pushing her desire higher. She’d come twice already and he hadn’t even been inside her yet. Never had she experienced anything like this.

  She’d been married. She’d had lovers. But she’d never had a male make love to her as though her pleasure was all that mattered. It was erotic and enthralling. A woman could easily become addicted to it.

  Maxwell had been all about his pleasure. If she’d found some, that was all well and good, but certainly not a prerequisite. Being in heat was the rare time she’d enjoyed sex with him. She’d found some pleasure with her human lovers. A sense of well-being and satisfaction. But this blew the doors off all her notions of what sex could and should be.

  She knew she should be frightened out of her mind just thinking about the kind of power Isaiah could wield over her. But right now, she honestly didn’t care.

  She felt as though her body was experiencing what it was meant to for the first time in her life.

  His hard thighs supported hers as he angled his thick shaft toward her channel. The broad head of his penis pushed past the constricted muscles banded around the opening. She gasped as the blunt tip of his cock forged into her.

  He paused, his dark eyes watching her carefully. His powerful chest was heaving and she sensed his control was about to snap. And suddenly that’s what she wanted. She wanted him out of control. As lost to the passion swirling between them as she was.

  Meredith lifted her hips, driving him a bit deeper. His cock was broad and stretched her slick sheath. It had been quite a while for her, and she’d never had a lover as well endowed as Isaiah.

  He emitted a feral growl, his lips drawing back and exposing his gleaming white teeth. The muscles in his neck corded and his strong hands gr
ipped her hips.

  She squeezed her inner muscles around him and his control snapped. He thrust his cock into her, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt.

  Pleasure mixed with a twinge of pain as her body softened to accommodate his girth and length. Meredith panted hard, concentrating on trying to relax and accept him.

  His head dropped down and he took several deep breaths before looking at her. “You okay?”

  Now that the initial shock was over, her body was humming with pleasure. Her sheath was rhythmically squeezing and releasing his shaft, the slick, wet walls expanding and contracting. The initial pain vanished, quickly replaced by pleasure.

  “I’m wonderful,” she all but purred.

  Isaiah kept his gaze on her as he pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside her. Then he plunged back in again.

  Oh, yes. This was what she wanted. What she needed.

  Hormones surged through her bloodstream. He continued to thrust, slow and deep. A fire flared between her thighs and only he could quench it. “Harder,” she pleaded.

  Isaiah banded an arm around her waist, his hips pumping faster. His cock powered into her, his thrusts growing shorter. He seemed to go deeper as he angled her hips upward.

  She cried out as the head of his cock dragged over a sensitive spot on the inside of her sheath. She dug her fingernails into his ass. “More.”

  He shifted suddenly, rolling with her.

  Fear shafted through her. Was he going to try to get her on her stomach so he could claim her? She resisted, but stopped fighting him when he ended up on his back with her on top of him.

  “Shhh,” he ran his hands over her back and sides, calming her struggles. “Take what you need from me. Ride me.”

  She sat back and the motion drove him deeper inside her. They both groaned and then Isaiah gave a short laugh. “That is if you don’t kill me first.”

  Meredith wasn’t quite sure what to think of him. She’d never laughed with a man in bed before. Sex was serious business. It still was, but she hadn’t realized it could be fun too.

  Isaiah was opening up a whole new world for her. But it would be a short-lived one. He wouldn’t be staying. That thought put a damper on her desire until he cupped her breasts and thumbed her puckered nipples. Then it came roaring back like a freight train running down a mountainside. There was no stopping it.

  “Ride me,” he urged her again.

  She planted her hands on his chest and her hair flowed over her shoulders, pooling around him.

  He groaned. “I love the feel of your hair on my skin. I want to feel it everywhere.”

  She had a flash of wrapping the long, black length around his cock as she sucked the tip. That surprised her. She’d given oral sex many times before to satisfy her partners, but she’d never gained much pleasure from the act. Somehow she knew it would be different with Isaiah. Just thinking about going down on him was pushing her buttons.

  He gently tugged on her nipples and her entire body jerked. Pressure was building inside her that needed to be released. Her hormones were clamoring for him to come inside her. Only that would ease the ache that had been building inside her for days now.

  Isaiah let one of his hands slide down her torso and delve between her thighs. He touched her clit and a shot of pure pleasure went through her.

  Up and down, she raised and dropped her body over his. Her channel was slick and he slid easily in and out of her. She began to move faster, pushing down harder with each stroke.

  She found a rhythm that worked for her and kept it up. Isaiah continued to fondle her breasts and touch his finger to her clit with each down stroke she made.

  It was perfect. It was beautiful.

  And it couldn’t last.

  Her entire body clenched. Paused. And then exploded. She spasmed around him. His cock swelled inside her. He grabbed her hips and arched his pelvis right off the bed, lifting her with it.

  She cried out his name as another wave of pleasure raced through her. She felt the ripple surge up his shaft and then the hot spurt within her as he found his release.

  He growled and rolled, taking her beneath him as he bucked his hips. Once. Twice. And one final time.

  Another spasm rocketed through her and she orgasmed again. She clutched him to her, never wanting him to leave. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the curve of her neck.

  She could barely breathe but didn’t care. She was completely exhausted and totally replete. She curled her toes and toyed with a lock of his hair, smiling when she felt his lips brush her neck in a gentle kiss.

  Isaiah was the first to move, shifting his torso off hers. Their bodies were so sweaty they stuck slightly. She couldn’t help herself and she laughed. His hair was standing on end in one spot where she’d tugged on it. Both of them were sticky and smelled of sex. They were totally debauched.

  Isaiah smiled and rubbed his nose against hers. “I take it that means you liked that?”

  She kissed him because his lips were there and they were so very kissable. “I did.”

  “Good. That means you won’t mind trying it again.” He slowly disengaged his body from hers. He wasn’t quite as hard anymore, but he was still semi-aroused. She gasped and then groaned when her body emitted a small sucking sound as if trying to keep him inside her.

  He rolled onto his back and flung an arm over his head. Even at rest, his biceps were huge. She let her fingers walk over his chest and tangle in his chest hair. It was nice just to lie here together after such an explosive experience.

  Isaiah covered her hand with his and flattened it against his body. “Too much more of that and you won’t get a shower before I’m in you again.”

  She glanced down and, sure enough, instead of getting soft, he was getting hard again.

  “Maybe we can have a shower while you’re in me. Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

  He grinned and it quickly became a full-fledged smile. Meredith felt her mouth drop open. Isaiah had been compelling before, in a rugged way, but now he was drop-dead gorgeous. Her hormones were already rising to sing a song of thanks and encouraging her to get more of him before he was gone.

  Reality descended with a heavy thud. He didn’t live here. He had a pack of his own and was only here for business. Once that business was completed, he’d be going.

  And she couldn’t leave the city. Her pack and her life were here. She had to protect the secret of her pack at all costs.

  They’d also had unprotected sex. Not that she had to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. Werewolves couldn’t catch them. And the chances of her getting pregnant were slim to none. It was a miracle she’d carried both her sons to term when so many females around her had been losing their unborn children. Why that thought depressed her when it should have reassured her, she had no idea.

  “Hey, you okay?” Isaiah rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one arm. She’d never met a man more in tune with her moods.

  She pushed away all negative thoughts. It was too late to back out now. They’d already made love. He knew where she and her pack lived and worked. Deep down she trusted him to keep their existence a secret. She wouldn’t have had sex with him otherwise.

  Their affair was finite. That was a given. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy their time together. It was only one night. One night of pleasure. One she’d remember for the rest of her life.

  “Meredith?”

  She’d been silent for too long. She reached up and feathered her fingers through his hair. “I’m fine. How about that shower?”

  He frowned, so she pulled him down for a kiss. It started out light and she felt him start to tug away. Fearing questions she didn’t want to answer, she plunged her tongue into his mouth, putting everything into the kiss. All the years of loneliness, the need she felt for him.

  By the time she pulled back they were both breathless and very aroused. Isaiah rolled out of the bed and lifted her into his arms as ea
sily as if she weighed no more than a child. His sheer, virile strength made her hot. That was the primal wolf inside her, drawn to the strongest male, the one who could provide for her, protect her and give her children.

  Well, she was a modern female and provided for herself, protected her pack and already had two children, which was more than most female werewolves ever had in their entire lifetime. She didn’t need him at all.

  But oh, how she wanted him.

  “Which way?” he asked.

  She rested her head on his brawny shoulder and pointed the way. Wistfully, she wondered what it would be like not to have to be the strong one all the time.

  Then he angled his head down and kissed her as he carried her into the bathroom. She returned the caress, determined not to let such thoughts spoil their one and only night together.

  Tomorrow was time enough for reality.

  He released her legs and let her body flow over his until her feet touched the floor. He was hot and heavy and aroused. She turned on the taps and when the water was the right temperature, she stepped into the wide stall and held her hand out to him.

  Chapter Eight

  Isaiah woke, as he always did, completely alert and aware of his surroundings. Meredith was draped over his body, her limbs wrapped around him, her head nestled on his shoulder.

  He rubbed his hand up and down her supple spine, loving the feel of her soft skin beneath his palm. Her long hair tangled in his fingers and he stopped, not wanting to tug on it and wake her. This moment was special. One he wanted to capture and remember.

  Last night had been phenomenal. They’d made love in the shower before tumbling back to bed again for round three. Meredith was a generous lover, not holding back anything. He knew part of that enthusiasm was due to the fact she was in heat. She’d been insatiable and both of them were going to be a bit sore today.

  Not that he minded. It was a reminder that he’d satisfied her, brought her through the peak of her needing time. Now that it had passed, he wanted to hold her in his arms and enjoy the quiet. He, who was usually the first one out of bed and gone from his previous lovers’ homes, felt no inclination to leave.