Animal Urges [Erotic Gems] by Emma Hillman Page A

white tee, the thin cotton covering his face for a moment. She had an encumbered view of his magnificent chest, the dark freckles covering his skin reminiscent of his leopard's rosettes. God, he was so damn beautiful.
    He was tall, much taller than she was. He also had the usual shifter body: thickly muscled, with big thighs and a face that bore the brunt of the numerous fights he'd been in. She didn't even want to know how many times his nose had been broken. So what if it was a little crooked? It gave his face character. Not that he needed any more of that. He was so damn dominant it was a wonder he ever let her out of the house.
    Her gaze stopped on the perfect globes of his ass as he wrenched his damp jeans down his legs. He threw them out of the shower, and they landed with a thump on the bathroom rug. He turned back toward her and caught her staring. His eyes flashed, and she knew his control was slipping. “Like what you see?” he growled.
    She forced herself not to move, not wanting to agitate his animal. She might be the only human in the Leap, but she'd learned a lot over the past few months.
    "You know I do,” she finally answered as she moved her arms to her sides.
    He automatically looked down at her now transparent shirt, his groan echoing throughout the bathroom. She guessed he'd seen the way her nipples had puckered up underneath the wet material. Her bra was sheer, making it look as if she wasn't wearing one. When he dropped onto his knees in front of her and sucked one hardened nub into his warm mouth, she keened. Fisting her hands into his hair, she clasped his head to her and fought to stay upright.
    "Caleb!"
    He just tightened his teeth around her nipple. A heady mix of pain and pleasure spread through her.
    He chuckled against her and switched sides, quickly bringing her other breast to the same state. “I love your tits,” he murmured as his hands drew up her shirt. He helped her remove it, his gaze intent on her barely there bra. “New lingerie?"
    "It was supposed to be a surprise for tomorrow."
    "Mmm, what a nice surprise.” He kissed her rounded stomach and nodded to her pants. “Are you wearing the panties that go with it?"
    She grinned. “Guess."
    He groaned once more and hurriedly unsnapped her trousers. Seconds later, they met the same fate than his, plopping wetly onto the floor. “Turn around,” Caleb asked, or to be more accurate, ordered.
    His voice had taken that harsh quality she adored, the one he used on the Leap's teenagers when they misbehaved. He was known for the rigorous way he ruled his people, yet he was always fair. Even as she thought that, she found herself obeying him, giving him a view of her butt covered in ultra-fine white net. It wasn't the most comfortable underwear, but who cared?
    Teeth clamped around the panties’ waistband, dragging them down until they stretched around her thighs.
    "So soft,” she heard him murmur just before he kissed her right butt cheek.
    "Cal?” she called out, wondering what he was going to do. She shouldn't have worried. This was the man she trusted with her life, after all. He knew just how far to go to make her cry out, and the link between them expanded until she could nearly hear him think inside her head. She realized he was barely hanging on to his control and started to turn around, wanting to please him instead.
    A heavy palm landed on the small of her back, holding her into place. “Don't move."
    "But—"
    "No, Jess, I have to do this."
    This? Hands spread her legs wider. She nearly slipped on the wet tiles, but luckily, he stopped her fall and pushed her body further against the wall. Her breasts, still clad in that flimsy bra, ached, but she wasn't sure if it was because they were squashed or because they missed his touch. Something soft brushed against her pussy, and she stilled.
    "Oh God!” she moaned when she understood what it was. His tongue! It was his tongue slowly tracing her left inner lip, that one spot he'd