“Mmmm. I don’t know what that is.”
“It means you’re mine for as long as we live…and I’m yours.” Brock grasped her hips and pulled her harder against him, his lips back on hers. With one fluid motion, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, making her giggle non-stop as he carried her upstairs. In his bedroom, he lowered her to his bed. He found the back of her bra, and with one flick of his fingers it unclasped. Next he removed her skirt and dragged her panties down her hips and off her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been completely naked with anyone, here in broad daylight. It felt so good she could pull him close and squeeze him tight the rest of the day. Working his way down the side of her neck, Brock slid the bra straps off. Sky’s nipples ached, hopeful that Brock’s tender kisses would get there fast.
His lips closed over one nipple and he rolled his tongue against the hardening peak. She cried out, loving the way his touch made her toes curl and her legs rise up and wrap around his hips. She called out his name, letting her head fall back to the bed as he drove her wild. Every so often she would remember…she was his now. God, did that ever feel so good.
Sky wrapped her legs more tightly around Brock’s torso, pulling him closer to her. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against her skin. She was wet with desire, craving his skin against her. Brock’s hands slid down her thighs, past her knees and calves, gripping an ankle and extending it in the air. His tongue found the inside of her leg and kissed a trail down to her mound. Sky’s core pulsed and throbbed, so ready for his touch.
Brock took his time, teasing between her legs, making her pant and whimper with need until he slipped a finger between her folds, and then another one joined it. Sky ground her hips against it, helping him move deeper, closer to her sweet spot. With his fingers still in deep, he slowly ran his hot, wet, skillful tongue across her swollen nub. His tongue slid across her opening, and Sky jerked from a jolt of pleasure.
Brock sucked and kissed and feasted on her, plunging his fingers deeper, driving her to the edge as he flicked and rubbed against her G-spot. Her core shook and puled around his finger, her clit throbbed and swelled under his tongue, and all Sky could do was ride and grip his hair and cry until a wave of ecstasy washed over her. She could not stop her legs from shaking, or stop those jolts of electricity from spreading out from her center, or even those sparks from exploding behind her eyes. Not while he kept working that spot he knew could stretch out her orgasm for so long.
A deep grumble escaped Brock’s chest. It was a noise of hunger. He gazed down at her and licked his lips. With his eyes glued to her, he pulled himself off the bed and stood up to take off his clothes. His dick stood at attention, the sight of it sending her need through the roof again. He crawled forward on the bed. Heat radiated off of his skin, simmering against Sky’s nakedness.
Brock stopped and looked down into her eyes. Brock took her wrists between his hands, lifting them above her head. His tongue slid across her jaw and down her neck, then he returned to kiss her mouth. Sky wanted him deep inside her now. Need him there. She parted her legs and pressed her hips high up against him, grinding against the tip, writhing around with her arms bound, struggling to get him in the right position. His hard tip slipped against her wet folds, teasing her. Sky bit Brock’s lip. He growled and then positioned himself, entering her. Their hips moved together slowly, helping him make his way in deeper, until it hit her. They were making love without protection. No wonder it felt so sweet. She had to tell him.
“Brock.”
“Mmhm,” he answered without stopping.
“We forgot something.”
“No we didn’t.”
“We did. I want to keep going… you feel so good, but we need a condom.”
“No we don’t,” he muttered.
Sky laughed. “We do if you don’t want any little cubs running around here in about nine months.”
He paused finally, brushing his thumb across her chin. “It’s rare…statistically impossible to be more precise.”
“How come? How does that part work, anyway?”
“We’re mostly sterile… and the rare cases of shifter or shifter-human pregnancies lead to human offspring.”
“So no cubs.”
“Nope…I guess I should have asked if you wanted kids. Do you?”
“I don’t think so. I never really thought about it. How about you?”
“I’m not sure either.” He lowered his face to her ear and added, “I should have mentioned we can’t get STDs either. We heal ourselves. This part can be a bit of an awkward discussion.”
“Not really. Nash told me.”
Brock’s pulled back and stared at her with a stunned expression. “He told you that?”