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 areshaking 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
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 locke
Kian waits, giving me a chance to master myself, and when he can see that the edge of tension has left my body, he nods in satisfaction. “You good?”I nod, the gesture tiny with his hand still wrapped around my neck. He loosens his grip just a little as a devastating smile spreads across his lips.“Good,” he murmurs.Then he drags his cock out of me, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back inside.I almost scream again, my entire body tensing up as all the pleasure I thought I had gotten a handle on comes rushing back through me in an uncontrollable torment.Kian chuckles deeply, giving me another second to gather myself before he draws out and thrusts again. But then he stops waiting. He starts to fuck me like he means it, setting a deep, punishing pace that has me biting down on my bottom lip so hard I taste blood.Fuck. I’m gonna come.I can’t stop it. I can’t hold it back. Not with his cock filling me so perfectly every time he drives into me. Not with his muscled body str
I grin at my reflection in the mirror, at the dazed green eyes and flushed cheeks and messy dark hair of the woman staring back at me. Then I wipe up the sticky mess between my legs and return to the bedroom, flicking on the light as I enter.Kian is stretched out on the bed with one arm propped behind his head, completely naked. Even in this shitty lighting, he looks gorgeous. His skin is a dark tan color, and the tattoos that arc over his flesh are intricate and beautiful. His cock still hasn’t completely softened, and I let myself stare at it for a moment as Kian stares at me.He seems completely unbothered by me ogling him like a piece of meat, probably because he’s running his hungry gaze over me in pretty much the exact same way. I like the feeling of his attention on me, the way I can feel his gaze tracking up and down my form.I saunter back into the room and crawl onto the bed, but instead of lying down next to him, I crawl up to straddle him, resting my knees on either side
A rush of emotions surge in my chest, matching the flood of pleasure racing through my veins, and combined, it’s all too much. I bury my fingers in his hair and buck beneath him as white-hot pleasure erupts inside me.He lets out a deep groan, pounding into me before burying himself to the hilt. His face drops to my shoulder, and he bites down on the spot low on my neck, sending another jolt of sensation shooting through me.“Mine,” he grinds out, and the word sounds like it comes from the depths of his fucking soul.His.Mine.He knows it too. He felt the same thing I did.Our sweat-slicked skin sticks together as he rests on top of me for a moment, then he slowly pulls out and collapses to the mattress next to me. Breathing hard, I stare at a crack in the ceiling, trying to focus on slowing my heartbeat and getting control of my breaths. Every part of me aches in all the best ways, and that transcendental orgasm still quivers through me in tiny aftershocks.I had no idea sex could b
Present DayMy motorcycle purrs like a tiger beneath me as I lean into a curve on a remote highway, taking the turn a little too quickly. Adrenaline skitters through me, and I laugh out loud when I can sense the road only inches from my leather boots. Danger makes me feel alive, more than anything else has in years, so it’s par for the course for me to take a few chances here and there. Once through the curve, I straighten out on a long stretch of empty road as flat as a board beneath a sunset sky.I like sunset in New Mexico. It’s the only time I see color in this desert country. Everything’s brown—brown mesas, brown dirt, brown rocks, green shrubs that are so dry they’re a hair shy of brown. I miss the green mountains of Montana, the colorful wildflowers, the big blue sky. The sky here isn’t ever brown, but when temps soar into the nineties, into triple digits, the sky turns colorless. Might as well be riding my bike on Mars.I open up the throttle and shoot forward, taking advantage
I pull up to the first motel I see and park my bike near the front door. My knees are wobbly as I slide off the seat, and I pause to stretch my arms and legs. Usually, I try not to be on the road so long, but shit happens.The glass door is so light that a strong breeze could throw it open. I yank it shut behind me, then pass under a flickering light and wrinkle my nose at the very obvious scent of mildew beneath the pungent odor of bleach. Just another run-down hovel clinging to capitalism, like all the dozens of other places I’ve lain my head.“Need a room,?I greet the guy at the front desk.At first glance, I think he’s young. But when he smiles, his eyes fold into laugh lines. His tan is too dark. Not “I spend time outside” dark but “I’m terrified of getting older so I bake in a sun bed every other day to halt my existential crisis” dark. There’s a white line on his left ring finger. Recently divorced, or pretending she doesn’t exist on the off chance he can stick his dick in som
The front door is open to the evening air, spilling the mouthwatering scent of fried food and beer into the lot. I bypass a large group standing around just inside the doors, all of them with glasses in hand, then weave through a sea of high top tables to get to the bar.The bar’s magnificent—dark, heavy wood that’s as aged as a fine wine. The same rich wood lines the wall behind the bar, planks intersected by mirrors and shelves holding rows and rows of liquor. It gives the whole area a kind of rustic, pirate ship feel.I’m not even seated on one of the high-backed stools before the bartender comes to greet me. He’s a tall, lanky man with limbs that seem too stretched for his body and a head full of thick gray hair. His name tag declares him “Joe.” The owner, maybe.He tosses a white rag over his shoulder and gives me a lopsided smile that seems more genuine than I’m used to. “You look like a whiskey girl.”Just the word whiskey sends fury racing through me.It’s an immediate, viscer