Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights by Anthology

Author:Anthology [Probst, Jennifer & Madden, J. M. & Alberts, Diane & Holt, Desiree & Beck, Stephanie & Crowe, Liz & Dale, Becca & Daniel, Sara & Eastwick, Dominique & Garland, L. J. & Mann, Valerie & Jackson, D. L. & Kincaid, Taryn & Levey, Mahalia & Long, Heather & Nelson, Virginia & Richards, Kate & Royce, Rebecca & Starke, Olivia & Subject, Jessica E. & Willows, Kali]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00MG4LA16
Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC
Published: 2014-08-03T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Spook surveyed with satisfaction the female he’d just pleasured, his cock still hard and throbbing. He could look at her forever, his eyes never, ever drinking their fill. One taste, lick, suck, or nibble would never be enough to satisfy him. If daylight came and he had to leave her…. Screw the whole one-night stand thing. Screw “no strings.” He wanted her in his life after the damn sun came up. He wanted her…always.

A special radiance suffused her complexion, her natural glow a soft rose tint under the subdued lighting of the master cabin. He’d painted her flesh with that extraordinary blush. The way she’d responded to him had been a near-religious, out-of-body, mind-blowing experience. Definitely no need for a dimmer switch when this woman got aroused.

She stared at him with a lazy, sleepy smile of her own, her breathtaking blue eyes alight and amused as she reached for his hand. The most natural thing in the world, the touch, electric. His arousal was off the charts, his heartbeat thundered, his breath grew short. She threaded her fingers through his, tugged him down onto the bed with her.

“You’re waiting for what exactly?” Her other hand went to the button at his fly, flicking it open with her thumb. She slid down his zipper.

His erection sprang free, his balls tightening, the ache to be inside her painful. He hunted for the condom in the pocket of his jeans and sheathed himself.

“Good,” she breathed. “I thought you might be waiting for another bout of breedspawn.”

Without bothering to kick off his jeans, he slid into her with one sure thrust, her sharp intake of breath at his invasion silencing the teasing words. He gave her a moment to accustom herself to his size.

“Oh, that’s…delicious,” she sighed. Her eyes fluttered closed and then opened again to gaze into his. He balanced on his forearms above her. If—when—he did go into the male demon mating frenzy of breedspawn one day, he’d never make it without the female lying beneath him. She jerked his elbows and he collapsed on top of her.

“Didn’t want to crush you,” he muttered.

“Love the feel of you on top of me,” she said. “Love the feel of you inside me.” Rubbing her nose against his shoulder, she sighed again. “Love the smell of you. That delicious mating scent. Whatever it is, it drives me wild. Absolutely wild.”

“It’s not breedspawn,” he assured her, rocking slowly then withdrawing, pulling all the way back before pushing forward again, to demonstrate his control.

Her small white teeth grazed her lower lip. “You’re driving me crazy,” she hissed.

“Good crazy?”

“Beyond good. Beyond anything.” She shut her eyes and gripped him tighter, moving her head from side to side on the pillows, as if the feel of his cock inside her transported her to another plane.

He could set a long, deep, rhythmic pace and make the incredible glimpse of heaven last. They had all night. No hurry. Gritting his teeth, he drew on all of his skills and training, every ounce of willpower he possessed.